The Kid (3/?)
anonymous
February 28 2011, 02:33:49 UTC
“Hey, kid,” Prussia said, stooping down and holding out his hand. The kid froze, looking terrified, and Prussia used his most soothing voice and smile. “It's okay. Come here.”
The kid eyed him suspiciously. Prussia didn't dare to move; the kid was walking pretty well, and he didn't want to have to chase him down. He looked hungry, dirty, and scared half to death. But Prussia knew that look-the kid didn't want to be alone. He wanted a family.
Slowly, the boy approached him. Prussia knew immediately that the kid had been lost or abandoned for at least a week; the kid looked half starved.
“Let's get you some lunch, okay?” Prussia said. The kid looked up at him, then carefully reached over to him, tugging his shirt sleeve.
“Hello,” the kid said. Prussia smiled at him, his heart twinging in his chest.
“Hello,” Prussia said. “Let's see if we can find your family, okay?”
He couldn't find them, or even anyone who admitted that they recognized the kid.
“What's your name, kid?” Prussia begged, flopping down on the hotel bed-he'd been searching for two weeks already. The kid shook his head; he'd yet to say anything other than 'hello,' and even that was rare. Prussia sighed. “I don't think your mama and papa are around any more,” Prussia said, his throat constricting at the word 'around.'
He draped one arm over his eyes. The human-feeling was burrowing its way into his arms and legs; the search had taken a toll on him, even on his own streets. It was an alien sensation, and the uncomfortable truth of those words-not around anymore-was weighing on him. He bit his lip and forced himself to laugh, but tears burned in his eyes.
“Papa?” the boy said, touching Prussia's sleeve. Prussia froze, pulling his arm away from his face.
“What was that?” Prussia said. The boy hesitated for a moment.
“Papa?” the kid repeated, sounding less sure of himself. Prussia broke into a grin.
“Yeah!” Prussia said, the weight leaving him. “Yeah! I can be your papa! I'll take you with me-we can go all over the place! I'll be the most awesome papa ever!”
The kid smiled at him, and Prussia pulled him into a hug.
“What's your name, kid?” Prussia whispered into the boy's hair. “If I'm your papa, then who are you?”
The kid didn't reply; he just buried his face into Prussia's chest. Prussia pressed his face into the kid's hair. He thought about the backpacking trip he'd planned-he'd told Germany not to expect him for at least three months. He'd only packed lightly, aside from his documents and credit card. Could he rely on the nations to let the kid in with him? Where would a kid like to go? He'd need a name to get him a passport of his own-
Prussia felt his heart stutter, and he had to stop himself to keep from squeezing the kid too tight. Prussia had raised more dogs than he liked to remember; he'd named them as they wandered into his life, generally as strays. They'd gotten old in the blink of an eye and-and now they weren't around any more.
Naming the kid meant that he was keeping him. It meant that the kid was really his kid. What if he wasn't allowed to keep him? What if his-his real parents came looking for him? Prussia swallowed to ease the lump in his throat. The kid was asleep in his arms, and Prussia was alarmed to feel them falling asleep.
“I'm going to be the most awesome papa ever,” Prussia told himself. “I will.”
((I tried to explain in this the reasoning I'd had from the beginning for why Prussia hasn't named the kid and why the kid only knows five words. The kid's been around Prussia for about three and a half months (the half month being the time above) and is still getting used to everything. I think that he'll probably ramp up on speaking soon. Thank you so much for your lengthy response! I'm trying to take all of these things into account. And I do want Prussia to name the kid soon, but... Well. I think he's mildly terrified of facing his and the kid's mortality. We'll see how it turns out, I guess. And I think Hungary may have a lot of the same concerns as you.))
Anon from above, giving you love~!
anonymous
February 28 2011, 03:16:48 UTC
Omigod, thank you! That was amazing- I can't believe you updated so quickly after my long-winded comment. <3<3<3<3<3
Prussia and that kid were meant to be, they're totally saving each other here~
Anyway, I should have mentioned before that stress, a change in routine, generally anything that's new or overwhelming(to a toddler, that can be ANYTHING)can make them regress. For example, a toddler can do something (use the potty, string beads, talk) at home and then not be able to at say, daycare and vise-versa. It really depends on their comfort level and this story represents that wonderfully!
I can't wait to see Hungary and how she reacts to this...
Author!Anon
anonymous
February 28 2011, 06:30:08 UTC
I love to read your comments~! Comments like yours are the reason I write!
As the oldest in a family of four (where I'm eight years older than my youngest sister and ten years older than my little brother), I can definitely remember that about little ones. I'm a little biased in my own siblings; they were precious and lovely at two and became little demons at age four. My littlest sister, in particular, would always smile and wave at absolutely everyone at age two, but she bit my sister and shoved her off a ladder at age four.
But I think Prussia is going to be a better parent than my folks were. *can say this because she's anonymous right now*
Re: Author!Anon
anonymous
March 1 2011, 06:49:38 UTC
I'm so glad you like my comments! I'm always afraid of stepping out of line so I love that you take everything into consideration.
And I am the middle of three sisters, the oldest is eight years older then I am and the other a year younger. Good times, no? I don't think many girls in a family is a good combination, no matter what age they are...
And this update has broken my heart, the underlying sadness is amazingly, well, sad. America, you sweetheart!
I wonder if anybody will actually object to Prussia raising Frederich? There seems to be a general understanding that he'd make a great papa and that this will probably be his last chance to really take a position of importance. And it really seems fitting that this should be the final destination of a nation; becoming human and living the life of a civilian. It's sad but kind of hopeful at the same time, am I making any sense?
Anyway, are we going to see the Bad Friends Trio? =D
The kid eyed him suspiciously. Prussia didn't dare to move; the kid was walking pretty well, and he didn't want to have to chase him down. He looked hungry, dirty, and scared half to death. But Prussia knew that look-the kid didn't want to be alone. He wanted a family.
Slowly, the boy approached him. Prussia knew immediately that the kid had been lost or abandoned for at least a week; the kid looked half starved.
“Let's get you some lunch, okay?” Prussia said. The kid looked up at him, then carefully reached over to him, tugging his shirt sleeve.
“Hello,” the kid said. Prussia smiled at him, his heart twinging in his chest.
“Hello,” Prussia said. “Let's see if we can find your family, okay?”
He couldn't find them, or even anyone who admitted that they recognized the kid.
“What's your name, kid?” Prussia begged, flopping down on the hotel bed-he'd been searching for two weeks already. The kid shook his head; he'd yet to say anything other than 'hello,' and even that was rare. Prussia sighed. “I don't think your mama and papa are around any more,” Prussia said, his throat constricting at the word 'around.'
He draped one arm over his eyes. The human-feeling was burrowing its way into his arms and legs; the search had taken a toll on him, even on his own streets. It was an alien sensation, and the uncomfortable truth of those words-not around anymore-was weighing on him. He bit his lip and forced himself to laugh, but tears burned in his eyes.
“Papa?” the boy said, touching Prussia's sleeve. Prussia froze, pulling his arm away from his face.
“What was that?” Prussia said. The boy hesitated for a moment.
“Papa?” the kid repeated, sounding less sure of himself. Prussia broke into a grin.
“Yeah!” Prussia said, the weight leaving him. “Yeah! I can be your papa! I'll take you with me-we can go all over the place! I'll be the most awesome papa ever!”
The kid smiled at him, and Prussia pulled him into a hug.
“What's your name, kid?” Prussia whispered into the boy's hair. “If I'm your papa, then who are you?”
The kid didn't reply; he just buried his face into Prussia's chest. Prussia pressed his face into the kid's hair. He thought about the backpacking trip he'd planned-he'd told Germany not to expect him for at least three months. He'd only packed lightly, aside from his documents and credit card. Could he rely on the nations to let the kid in with him? Where would a kid like to go? He'd need a name to get him a passport of his own-
Prussia felt his heart stutter, and he had to stop himself to keep from squeezing the kid too tight. Prussia had raised more dogs than he liked to remember; he'd named them as they wandered into his life, generally as strays. They'd gotten old in the blink of an eye and-and now they weren't around any more.
Naming the kid meant that he was keeping him. It meant that the kid was really his kid. What if he wasn't allowed to keep him? What if his-his real parents came looking for him? Prussia swallowed to ease the lump in his throat. The kid was asleep in his arms, and Prussia was alarmed to feel them falling asleep.
“I'm going to be the most awesome papa ever,” Prussia told himself. “I will.”
((I tried to explain in this the reasoning I'd had from the beginning for why Prussia hasn't named the kid and why the kid only knows five words. The kid's been around Prussia for about three and a half months (the half month being the time above) and is still getting used to everything. I think that he'll probably ramp up on speaking soon. Thank you so much for your lengthy response! I'm trying to take all of these things into account. And I do want Prussia to name the kid soon, but... Well. I think he's mildly terrified of facing his and the kid's mortality. We'll see how it turns out, I guess. And I think Hungary may have a lot of the same concerns as you.))
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Prussia and that kid were meant to be, they're totally saving each other here~
Anyway, I should have mentioned before that stress, a change in routine, generally anything that's new or overwhelming(to a toddler, that can be ANYTHING)can make them regress. For example, a toddler can do something (use the potty, string beads, talk) at home and then not be able to at say, daycare and vise-versa. It really depends on their comfort level and this story represents that wonderfully!
I can't wait to see Hungary and how she reacts to this...
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As the oldest in a family of four (where I'm eight years older than my youngest sister and ten years older than my little brother), I can definitely remember that about little ones. I'm a little biased in my own siblings; they were precious and lovely at two and became little demons at age four. My littlest sister, in particular, would always smile and wave at absolutely everyone at age two, but she bit my sister and shoved her off a ladder at age four.
But I think Prussia is going to be a better parent than my folks were. *can say this because she's anonymous right now*
Now, to add the updates to the fill list...
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And I am the middle of three sisters, the oldest is eight years older then I am and the other a year younger. Good times, no? I don't think many girls in a family is a good combination, no matter what age they are...
And this update has broken my heart, the underlying sadness is amazingly, well, sad. America, you sweetheart!
I wonder if anybody will actually object to Prussia raising Frederich? There seems to be a general understanding that he'd make a great papa and that this will probably be his last chance to really take a position of importance. And it really seems fitting that this should be the final destination of a nation; becoming human and living the life of a civilian. It's sad but kind of hopeful at the same time, am I making any sense?
Anyway, are we going to see the Bad Friends Trio? =D
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