Re: Australia/New Zealand - hurt/comfort
anonymous
July 19 2010, 08:59:40 UTC
He was such a petite little man, New Zealand hadn't been able to believe for a moment that this was a empire but that changed pretty soon, oh yeah, nothing like a forest of bamboo shoots growing through your skin to make you scream and beg and call him whatever the fucking wants... and do..whatever it is he wants to do..
"Hey mate I think your sheep are loose again, there's that funny local bird of yours having a rodeo with some of his friends with that big nasty ram you keep arou...."
"They keep coming for me" the figure was curled up under a blanket, head pressed into a blood stained pillow rocking to himself and sobbing. Australia sighed and reached for hands that were tugging at messy, dark brown locks of hair again, wincing as he saw more blood trickle from the wounds that New Zealand had inflicted on his own scalp with his tugging and tearing of his hair through the nightmares and the daymares. "He was here you know" New Zealand's high pitched, frantic voice moaned suddenly, changing key to a frightened, whispery tone. "He was here, my humans didn't know it but I felt him, not the I-21 or the I-25 but another submarine, scouting me, and they didn't knooooowwww..." voice trailing off in a horrified groan the younger nation began to chew on his own lips in a nervous motion that Australia was beginning to hate. He wanted the stoic younger nation back to himself, wanted the cool-sneery-not-quite-UK-because-New-Zealand-was-secretly-to-much-of-a-softy-personality. However the south-seas pom was having the hardest time of them both recovering from the war, both wars, maybe because his population was smaller so he felt the affects in a more condensed fashion, and his body was still marked in places. He still bore the huge gauging scar from Gallipoli in the Great War on his pelvis, similar to Australia's own memory of the great battle and then the new wounds... oh there were the new wounds. Australia was familiar with them himself, they were bro's after all, fought together thick and thin..fought each other thick and thin, but that didn't stop him wincing as he glanced down at the hands he'd kept a hold of, the fresh tips of fingers where the fingernails had been forced off by growing shoots of bamboo... and lashes that had gotten infected and now pulled tight along a back still bony, the spine poking out most grotesquely. Also, there was the far more intimate damage that Australia knew had physically healed a few years back but... it was there in New Zealand's mind, the humiliation.
"There there mate..." he whispered, thankful for the large dose of painkillers he'd taken before coming over the ditch to see how his brother was getting on. He pulled the bundle of arms and legs into his arms, settling his little brother on his lap as he gently rubbed up and down a scarred and shivering back. "Buck up boyo.." he tried to smile but that fell flat in the face of the silent screaming terror he could see in New Zealand's eyes. "It... that even... that doesn't define you mate, doesn't define you at all. And the war... the wars.. they were bad yeah but it wasn't all that bad eh? There were the little moments in it that made it bearable."
"There's man down the street who started the fish and chip shop so he'd never be hungry again like in the camps... never be hungry, never be hungry and knowing that the damn japs won't feed them any time soon, even when their stomachs are so empty they balloon..."
".... remember all those handsome American lads pulling into your shores to woo your ladies?..."
"All the widows, all the old maids, the country side is full of single women who'll grow old without any body to care for them, any body to be there when they die, no children, no grandchildren, no husbands..."
"...sailing the pacific ocean fair... wind and bright blue water.."
"Oh god the torpedoes...so many submarines, they could be anywhere...that's when he first got me! That's when....!"
"Shhhh.... shhhhh....... not that, lets think of something else.. what about all the beautiful flowers in the jungles?..."
Re: Australia/New Zealand - hurt/comfort
anonymous
July 19 2010, 09:01:46 UTC
"...the mud wouldn't stop and you could barely make a mile a day, and the infections on your feet because your boots were useless, and when the bugs weren't biting you the snipers were... it just went on and on and then you'd find a nest and it'd be all over because they're fucking crazy! They'd kill themselves rather then surrender!"
"None of that mate! Think! We got to see exotic locations.. got quite a tan myself..." Australia gave New Zealand a cocky look along side a shake that seemed to snap the younger nation out of his mumbling. "You always have a tan..." was the weak protesting reply. Australia nuzzled New Zealand's hair, ignoring the sweaty mattedness of it for the sole reason that he had the other calming down.
"The refugees..." New Zealand whispered but Australia gently laid a finger over his lips and rocked him against his chest. "That Christmas in the trenches. Flying with the RAF boys and all our commonwealth brothers.. strength in numbers."
"God save the King... or rather the Queen" New Zealand mumbled against his shoulder.
"Aye, god save our wonderful Lizzie... quite coronation the present you got her, first man to the top of Everest."
"Thank you..."
"No problem mate.."
"There's a man from a squadron that got sent to this remote island..." Australia sighed, resigning himself to New Zealand slipping back into it "... didn't see any action.. the japs didn't even bother to attack it, the most action he got was when his squad borrowed a spear gun from the army hut and eradicated a shark population in a local lagoon..." New Zealand's voice trailed off into a high pitched giggle "...I wish they'd speared some.."
"Oi... none of that" Australia clamped a hand over his mouth. "Not that I don't agree with ya..." wounds in his legs from a beating from a bamboo sword throbbed for a moment, long healed but the bones remembered splintering oh so easy "... but none of that boyo."
New Zealand glared over his hands but silenced himself, eyes turning down after a moment. "Hey..." a awkward silence had descended. "..hey you know what... let's get you out of this shack. I'm having a barbie and you are of course, most welcome." He tugged on a thin shoulder, getting New Zealand to stand before standing himself. He'd sort out New Zealand's obvious lack of daily bathing when he was back home. For now, leaving his brother in the little tin shed he spent the summers in while chasing big wooly mammals everywhere was not on the agenda. "We'll have a couple of sausies, some steak... beer..." he encouraged, forcing a step out of his brother and then another till they were outside in the green. "One step at a time bro.." he encouraged "one step at a time."
(Well that wasn't quite what you wanted but that's what my brain spewed out in response to seeing that prompt. Sorry OP. ; ;
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Re: Australia/New Zealand - hurt/comfort
anonymous
July 19 2010, 10:47:12 UTC
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B-bawwwwwww!
This was so good, anon! This whole thing has such an odd tone to it...it feels a bit like I'm going crazy and I love it. I wish so hard that there was more quality fic like this of these two, especially now that NZ has an official design. Keep up the good work, mate!
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anonymous
July 19 2010, 12:02:26 UTC
if you happen to find a pic of NZ's character design, post a link or something - I've been searching all morning and can't find a thing! *sulks* although I'm probably looking in the wrong places...
and this fill was excellent, by the way - heartwrenching in an adorably cuddly sort of way. i have not had enough sleep and it may be obvious. it's a good thing you filled, too, because now I no longer feel the pressing need to do it myself! xD
Re: different!anon says:
anonymous
July 19 2010, 13:28:33 UTC
Hey kiwis, aussie anon here. I was also thinking of filling this, but I couldn't think of an instance in WW2 where Aus and NZ were in the same place at the same time fighting against Japan, which is what I needed for what my mind came up with. If you know, please let me know ♥
Here's a link for NZ's design. Just scroll down to the gallery, s/he's in there.
Would just like to say aussie!anon, that I am cool with if you want to fudge history a bit, like an AU (or maybe for some reason Aussie and NZ themselves were with each other while their men were elsewhere?). I'd really like to read what you have in mind :]
Hi OP, this is aussie!anon. I'm a very slow writer and tend not to finish things, so please don't get your hopes up :( I do have something brewing in my head though. It wouldn't fulfill the specifics of your request as well as the first fill, but at least it would be more Australia and New Zealand ^^
Re: different!anon says:
anonymous
July 19 2010, 23:05:24 UTC
author anon here! I only found the small picture in the hetalia wiki but someone nice posted how to find him/her (I don't care which... just...yay! hetali design!) on pixiv, which I'm going to do (when I get home cause uninetwork classifies Pixiv as "pornography" )
There is a sheep. I am slighlty disappointed about the sheep.
This was heartbreaking, but wonderfully written, done. I love you for writing something that feels true/realistic, that wounds like these take so much time to heal from. I want to sweep NZ up and hug him forever.
新さん <-- this is NZ's Pixiv tag, if you use the site and wish to see fanart of his official appearance.
Re: Australia/New Zealand - hurt/comfort
anonymous
July 19 2010, 17:55:14 UTC
Oh my... it's brutal and terrifying and just so sad.
There's something so very horrible about seeing the wreck that New Zealand becomes, the memories that haunt him and won't let him go so that in his mind, he's never really gone. Australia is perfect in this. He's not curing his little brother with The Power of Love instantly; he isn't perfect at this. But his rough encouragement, his fumbling attempts at comfort and caring, is absolutely in character, even those rare moments of frustration and resignation when he feels so powerless.
Re: Australia/New Zealand - hurt/comfort
anonymous
July 19 2010, 23:10:43 UTC
I tried to base some of what New Zealand acted like on some of the old guys I know who were in the war and in the pacific, some of them clearly aren't healed. I also borrowed some their stories like the fish and chip store man and the speargun fishing expedition
"Hey mate I think your sheep are loose again, there's that funny local bird of yours having a rodeo with some of his friends with that big nasty ram you keep arou...."
"They keep coming for me" the figure was curled up under a blanket, head pressed into a blood stained pillow rocking to himself and sobbing. Australia sighed and reached for hands that were tugging at messy, dark brown locks of hair again, wincing as he saw more blood trickle from the wounds that New Zealand had inflicted on his own scalp with his tugging and tearing of his hair through the nightmares and the daymares. "He was here you know" New Zealand's high pitched, frantic voice moaned suddenly, changing key to a frightened, whispery tone. "He was here, my humans didn't know it but I felt him, not the I-21 or the I-25 but another submarine, scouting me, and they didn't knooooowwww..." voice trailing off in a horrified groan the younger nation began to chew on his own lips in a nervous motion that Australia was beginning to hate. He wanted the stoic younger nation back to himself, wanted the cool-sneery-not-quite-UK-because-New-Zealand-was-secretly-to-much-of-a-softy-personality. However the south-seas pom was having the hardest time of them both recovering from the war, both wars, maybe because his population was smaller so he felt the affects in a more condensed fashion, and his body was still marked in places. He still bore the huge gauging scar from Gallipoli in the Great War on his pelvis, similar to Australia's own memory of the great battle and then the new wounds... oh there were the new wounds. Australia was familiar with them himself, they were bro's after all, fought together thick and thin..fought each other thick and thin, but that didn't stop him wincing as he glanced down at the hands he'd kept a hold of, the fresh tips of fingers where the fingernails had been forced off by growing shoots of bamboo... and lashes that had gotten infected and now pulled tight along a back still bony, the spine poking out most grotesquely. Also, there was the far more intimate damage that Australia knew had physically healed a few years back but... it was there in New Zealand's mind, the humiliation.
"There there mate..." he whispered, thankful for the large dose of painkillers he'd taken before coming over the ditch to see how his brother was getting on. He pulled the bundle of arms and legs into his arms, settling his little brother on his lap as he gently rubbed up and down a scarred and shivering back. "Buck up boyo.." he tried to smile but that fell flat in the face of the silent screaming terror he could see in New Zealand's eyes. "It... that even... that doesn't define you mate, doesn't define you at all. And the war... the wars.. they were bad yeah but it wasn't all that bad eh? There were the little moments in it that made it bearable."
"There's man down the street who started the fish and chip shop so he'd never be hungry again like in the camps... never be hungry, never be hungry and knowing that the damn japs won't feed them any time soon, even when their stomachs are so empty they balloon..."
".... remember all those handsome American lads pulling into your shores to woo your ladies?..."
"All the widows, all the old maids, the country side is full of single women who'll grow old without any body to care for them, any body to be there when they die, no children, no grandchildren, no husbands..."
"...sailing the pacific ocean fair... wind and bright blue water.."
"Oh god the torpedoes...so many submarines, they could be anywhere...that's when he first got me! That's when....!"
"Shhhh.... shhhhh....... not that, lets think of something else.. what about all the beautiful flowers in the jungles?..."
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"None of that mate! Think! We got to see exotic locations.. got quite a tan myself..." Australia gave New Zealand a cocky look along side a shake that seemed to snap the younger nation out of his mumbling. "You always have a tan..." was the weak protesting reply. Australia nuzzled New Zealand's hair, ignoring the sweaty mattedness of it for the sole reason that he had the other calming down.
"The refugees..." New Zealand whispered but Australia gently laid a finger over his lips and rocked him against his chest. "That Christmas in the trenches. Flying with the RAF boys and all our commonwealth brothers.. strength in numbers."
"God save the King... or rather the Queen" New Zealand mumbled against his shoulder.
"Aye, god save our wonderful Lizzie... quite coronation the present you got her, first man to the top of Everest."
"Thank you..."
"No problem mate.."
"There's a man from a squadron that got sent to this remote island..." Australia sighed, resigning himself to New Zealand slipping back into it "... didn't see any action.. the japs didn't even bother to attack it, the most action he got was when his squad borrowed a spear gun from the army hut and eradicated a shark population in a local lagoon..." New Zealand's voice trailed off into a high pitched giggle "...I wish they'd speared some.."
"Oi... none of that" Australia clamped a hand over his mouth. "Not that I don't agree with ya..." wounds in his legs from a beating from a bamboo sword throbbed for a moment, long healed but the bones remembered splintering oh so easy "... but none of that boyo."
New Zealand glared over his hands but silenced himself, eyes turning down after a moment. "Hey..." a awkward silence had descended. "..hey you know what... let's get you out of this shack. I'm having a barbie and you are of course, most welcome." He tugged on a thin shoulder, getting New Zealand to stand before standing himself. He'd sort out New Zealand's obvious lack of daily bathing when he was back home. For now, leaving his brother in the little tin shed he spent the summers in while chasing big wooly mammals everywhere was not on the agenda. "We'll have a couple of sausies, some steak... beer..." he encouraged, forcing a step out of his brother and then another till they were outside in the green. "One step at a time bro.." he encouraged "one step at a time."
(Well that wasn't quite what you wanted but that's what my brain spewed out in response to seeing that prompt. Sorry OP. ; ;
Captcha: happiness bright .... not the words I'd use to describe this piece Captcha)
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;____;
B-bawwwwwww!
This was so good, anon! This whole thing has such an odd tone to it...it feels a bit like I'm going crazy and I love it. I wish so hard that there was more quality fic like this of these two, especially now that NZ has an official design. Keep up the good work, mate!
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New Zealand has a design? really? ; A ; *runs to go see*
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and this fill was excellent, by the way - heartwrenching in an adorably cuddly sort of way. i have not had enough sleep and it may be obvious. it's a good thing you filled, too, because now I no longer feel the pressing need to do it myself! xD
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Here's a link for NZ's design. Just scroll down to the gallery, s/he's in there.
http://hetalia.wikia.com/wiki/List_of_minor_characters_in_Axis_Powers_Hetalia
And nice one, author anon! It really had that off-kilter feeling of insanity... I hope NZ is alright ;__;
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There is a sheep. I am slighlty disappointed about the sheep.
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omg anon ;A;
This was heartbreaking, but wonderfully written, done. I love you for writing something that feels true/realistic, that wounds like these take so much time to heal from. I want to sweep NZ up and hug him forever.
新さん <-- this is NZ's Pixiv tag, if you use the site and wish to see fanart of his official appearance.
This is one of my favs: http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=11435166
Thanks so much for writing this author!anon, you rock.
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There's something so very horrible about seeing the wreck that New Zealand becomes, the memories that haunt him and won't let him go so that in his mind, he's never really gone. Australia is perfect in this. He's not curing his little brother with The Power of Love instantly; he isn't perfect at this. But his rough encouragement, his fumbling attempts at comfort and caring, is absolutely in character, even those rare moments of frustration and resignation when he feels so powerless.
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