And the Ocean Calls My Name (10/?)
anonymous
April 3 2010, 12:11:09 UTC
And the Ocean Calls My Name (6/?) - Sealand, England, Prussia, Sweden/Finland
Request: Pre-wannabe!Nation Peter given an encouraging war pep speech by Arthur.
Summary: In 1942, in the midst of WWII, England made a decision to build Sea Forts in the Thames Estuary to combat German vessels. That was his intent... but what he created would ultimately go beyond a mere structure of steel and concrete. (A Historical Sealand story)
Even expecting it, he jumped at the sound of someone knocking on his door. Part of him was tempted to either yell at whoever it was - England? Would England have come himself? - or to hide under the bed and pretend he wasn't even there. The inclination was swiftly overpowered by a mixture of guilt and determination. Maybe he wasn't a nation, exactly, but that didn't mean he was going to sit here and cower in the dark. Fort Roughs let out a slow breath, rubbing at his forehead for a second before straightening up and turning around. The sound of the bolt unlocking was so loud it made him cringe a little inside.
It wasn't England on the other side of the door. It was the base's captain, standing there with a steady gaze. Their eyes met and Fort Roughs drew to attention and gave the man a salute which was quickly returned.
"At ease, Peter."
Fort Roughs sighed, letting his hand drop to his side. "Where's... where is..." He faltered, but the captain understood what he was trying to ask.
"England had to go back to meet with Parliament, Peter. I was told to let you know that they'll be providing new shipments of supplies within the week, with some new off-duty materials." If England had mentioned their little altercation up above, the captain gave no sign of it. Fort Roughs swallowed and nodded, not sure whether to be relieved or more worried.
"Captain." His tongue flicked across his lips, a quick, nervous gesture. If the captain had said nothing of the incident, then maybe he was a fool to bring it up himself. "I- how was England?"
A slow, steady look. "Is that all you want to ask, or is there something more you wish to tell me?" And just like that, Fort Roughs knew that the captain was aware of what had happened.
Eyes slid away from the man's gaze. "I- No. I guess." And when the captain still said nothing in response, Fort Roughs let out his breath in a sigh. "Would he not even reprimand me, then, or is that your job, Captain?" His voice came out flat. If England had wanted to take him to task, he would have been well justified and yet... he couldn't even take the time to do that much.
"No." There was no indication of which question the captain was answering. "It's not my place to decide what should be done with you." Of course not. It wasn't like he was technically under the captain's command. In truth, Fort Roughs' own role had always been a little nebulous; he was half the cute kid mascot - someone for the men to treat like a surrogate son or a kid brother - half the advisor of sorts, who could tell anything amiss based solely on his own senses. It wavered back and forth so much between the two that it was no wonder the captain had no idea what to do right now. Was he under Fort Rough's jurisdiction, as he was under England, or was it the other way around? The uncertainty was taxing.
And England, the one person who could have declared his role with some assurance, was not here.
And the Ocean Calls My Name (10b/?)
anonymous
April 3 2010, 12:12:51 UTC
Fort Roughs let out his breath, a soft sigh, and seized his own future in both small hands. "Captain. I do have something else to tell you. I-I must admit that I have made a - an error... in judgment." And oh, it was hard, so very hard to say those words. He wasn't sure himself if he felt guilty for overreacting, or just because he'd hurt England doing so. He didn't really want to think about it. "And as you are my commanding officer, I ask that you take any disciplinary measures you feel to be sufficient punishment for my actions." Fort Roughs had no idea what those might be, save that he couldn't be court martialed. The irony of the fact that he'd essentially given the captain the order to command him like he was any of the other sailors did not escape him.
His captain gave him a curious look, one that made him want to squirm in a mix of embarrassment and impatience. "You understand that I can't allow someone under my command to behave in such a disrespectful manner. This reflects badly on my own leadership." From the slow way the captain was speaking, he was giving Fort Roughs a chance to take back what he'd just said. As tempting as it was, Fort Roughs only bit his lip and nodded assent. "For the next two weeks, you are to report to me at the end of your duty shift. I'm certain that I can find plenty of menial work to keep you occupied."
Two weeks of scrubbing the boiler room floors and doing inventory on the weapons locker was not going to be fun, but it was the uncharacteristic coolness of the captain's tone, the way the man deliberately refrained from calling him by name, that really drove it home. He'd asked for no quarter and that was exactly what he was getting. Fort Roughs swallowed. "I understand, Captain." His tone was soft, but he managed to keep most of the hangdog guilt from it.
"And?"
He blinked. There was an 'and'? "I... uh..."
"You are late for your duty shift, Mr. Kirkland."
Oh! Fort Roughs flushed, making a flustered noise, but there was no lenience in the man's gaze. The young fort was forced to scramble for his post with the captain's watchful gaze on him.
Re: And the Ocean Calls My Name (10b/?)
anonymous
April 5 2010, 18:47:14 UTC
Aww, Fort Roughs is feeling guilty... I can see he's starting to get to the Jerk England stage, but isn't quite comfortable with it yet.
A lot of people seem to have issues with Sealand because of the Jerk England, but I always figured it had to be justified in some way. Character relations in Hetalia aren't arbitrary, as much as sometimes they seem to be.
Request: Pre-wannabe!Nation Peter given an encouraging war pep speech by Arthur.
Summary: In 1942, in the midst of WWII, England made a decision to build Sea Forts in the Thames Estuary to combat German vessels. That was his intent... but what he created would ultimately go beyond a mere structure of steel and concrete. (A Historical Sealand story)
Request is here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13125.html?thread=32543301#t32543301
Parts 1-9 can be found here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13125.html?thread=32913221#t32913221
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Even expecting it, he jumped at the sound of someone knocking on his door. Part of him was tempted to either yell at whoever it was - England? Would England have come himself? - or to hide under the bed and pretend he wasn't even there. The inclination was swiftly overpowered by a mixture of guilt and determination. Maybe he wasn't a nation, exactly, but that didn't mean he was going to sit here and cower in the dark. Fort Roughs let out a slow breath, rubbing at his forehead for a second before straightening up and turning around. The sound of the bolt unlocking was so loud it made him cringe a little inside.
It wasn't England on the other side of the door. It was the base's captain, standing there with a steady gaze. Their eyes met and Fort Roughs drew to attention and gave the man a salute which was quickly returned.
"At ease, Peter."
Fort Roughs sighed, letting his hand drop to his side. "Where's... where is..." He faltered, but the captain understood what he was trying to ask.
"England had to go back to meet with Parliament, Peter. I was told to let you know that they'll be providing new shipments of supplies within the week, with some new off-duty materials." If England had mentioned their little altercation up above, the captain gave no sign of it. Fort Roughs swallowed and nodded, not sure whether to be relieved or more worried.
"Captain." His tongue flicked across his lips, a quick, nervous gesture. If the captain had said nothing of the incident, then maybe he was a fool to bring it up himself. "I- how was England?"
A slow, steady look. "Is that all you want to ask, or is there something more you wish to tell me?" And just like that, Fort Roughs knew that the captain was aware of what had happened.
Eyes slid away from the man's gaze. "I- No. I guess." And when the captain still said nothing in response, Fort Roughs let out his breath in a sigh. "Would he not even reprimand me, then, or is that your job, Captain?" His voice came out flat. If England had wanted to take him to task, he would have been well justified and yet... he couldn't even take the time to do that much.
"No." There was no indication of which question the captain was answering. "It's not my place to decide what should be done with you." Of course not. It wasn't like he was technically under the captain's command. In truth, Fort Roughs' own role had always been a little nebulous; he was half the cute kid mascot - someone for the men to treat like a surrogate son or a kid brother - half the advisor of sorts, who could tell anything amiss based solely on his own senses. It wavered back and forth so much between the two that it was no wonder the captain had no idea what to do right now. Was he under Fort Rough's jurisdiction, as he was under England, or was it the other way around? The uncertainty was taxing.
And England, the one person who could have declared his role with some assurance, was not here.
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His captain gave him a curious look, one that made him want to squirm in a mix of embarrassment and impatience. "You understand that I can't allow someone under my command to behave in such a disrespectful manner. This reflects badly on my own leadership." From the slow way the captain was speaking, he was giving Fort Roughs a chance to take back what he'd just said. As tempting as it was, Fort Roughs only bit his lip and nodded assent. "For the next two weeks, you are to report to me at the end of your duty shift. I'm certain that I can find plenty of menial work to keep you occupied."
Two weeks of scrubbing the boiler room floors and doing inventory on the weapons locker was not going to be fun, but it was the uncharacteristic coolness of the captain's tone, the way the man deliberately refrained from calling him by name, that really drove it home. He'd asked for no quarter and that was exactly what he was getting. Fort Roughs swallowed. "I understand, Captain." His tone was soft, but he managed to keep most of the hangdog guilt from it.
"And?"
He blinked. There was an 'and'? "I... uh..."
"You are late for your duty shift, Mr. Kirkland."
Oh! Fort Roughs flushed, making a flustered noise, but there was no lenience in the man's gaze. The young fort was forced to scramble for his post with the captain's watchful gaze on him.
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This is the same captain as in part 8, right? He's also starting to grow on me.
Thanks, as always, for updating.
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A lot of people seem to have issues with Sealand because of the Jerk England, but I always figured it had to be justified in some way. Character relations in Hetalia aren't arbitrary, as much as sometimes they seem to be.
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http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=39548825#t39548825
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