Fanfic - Axis Power Hetalia - The Faerie Queene
Done! (22/22) Shall post Freude next.
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Author’s Notes: More wackiness. Aeron, Iain, Sean and Patrick belong to Jackidy. Thanks to her for beating this.
The Faerie Queene
They were supposed to be holding a meeting at Alfred’s capital to deal with the current economic crisis and environmental measures to mitigate the global warming. Supposed since the nation had decided that the day was too beautiful to be wasted in an office and dragged them to some part of his territory. Several nations had protested the treatment but Germany had been able to negotiate with the blond and they agreed to spend the day at whatever location the boy chose as long as they didn’t have to endure eating McDonalds for the rest of the week. That shut most of the complainers up.
So the nations followed USA more or less willingly across his states until they arrived at what appeared to be tranquil countryside near an old town and woods. Or it would have been tranquil if there weren’t hundreds of people bustling around in some of the strangest or laziest costumes possible.
“Alfred, what is the meaning of this?” Arthur stared as a man dressed in what appeared to be a Viking lead a female musketeer to one of the stands.
“It’s a fair of course, old man, aint this awesome!” The man would have contested the point if he hadn’t found himself pulled into the moving mass of people.
“Mam, look at that!” The black haired boy teen shouted, dragging his mother without listening to the man’s complains. “I bet you can beat all of them! Come on!”
“Paddy, wait up!” Aeron called, Iain hurrying to follow as Sean claimed Arthur’s other hand. Alfred grinned, satisfied in a job well done and proceeded to emote his younger brother and drag Matthew with him as he ran after the United Kingdom and Ireland.
“I can’t believe we are losing time like this.” Roderich stated as Elizabeta dragged him over to a weapon’s stand. “We have important matters to attend.”
“Chill, specs, at least we aren’t going to get a coronary this visit.” The Austrian nation snorted but he had to agree that anything was better than eating McDonalds for several days straight. “Come on! Let’s check this place!”
Patrick was leading them out after Arthur crushed the competition at the archery field when Sean saw a costume stand. Arthur and Aeron were inspecting a Robin Hood outfit when they were grabbed from behind and tossed into the changing room. When Patrick joined them a moment later, the brothers realized it was too late to escape.
“Why the fuck I am wearing this” Vasch growled as he fixed the chain mail a man had handed to him. The plate, while a good one, was not something he was used to wearing after all this years. “And why the hell are we joining the joust?”
“Like, we are totally going to win this, right Liet?” Poland drawled while Lithuania sighed at his friend aptitude. France was fixing his hair near the tent entrance while Matthew and Alfred helped Sean and Iain put on their own arms. “Like, we are totally going to kick their ass.”
“HA! Dream on!” Prussia shouted, grinning evilly at them while Hungary polished her lance. Austria, unable to prevent the madness unfolding before him, was lamenting the fact with Germany. Estonia and Latvia had decided to leave the group and check the rest of the fair with the rest of the nations.
“SEAN, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
“IAIN, I’M GOING TO CASTRATE YOU!”
“DAD, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?”
“Hum, what did you do Uncle Sean?” But the two brothers just grinned evilly and disappeared from the tent, not missing the chance to give France a free punch.
“WHERE ARE THEY?!” Arthur roared as he burst into the tent, the effect completely lost due to the green gown he was currently wearing. Aeron followed him, glaring murderously in his matching dress while Patrick tried to hide behind his mother. The boy was looking quite adorable in his maroon dress. “MATTHEW!”
“Ah, they left a minute ago!” The Canadian yelped as he received the full force of the British pair’s glares. England growled something under his breath and the trio disappeared, shouting for their prey as they went. Canada supposed he should be gland that they hadn’t remembered about using bows or a sword. Well they hadn’t remembered yet, at least.
“And now, ladies and gentleman, the tournament will commence. Now, I will announce a surprise for our contenders. This year, the reward for the winner is to escort one of these lovely ladies for the rest of the day!” Vasch cursed when the man pointed to a podium which housed three pissed looking Brits and a now embarrassed looking Lithuanian. When had they grabbed him?
France was the first to compete and lose from the group of nations, a boy named Steve throwing him off his horse in one blow. Hungary went second, shouting furiously about foul play while Prussia crackled. Later it was his turn to meet the ground at a grinning Feliks hands, the pole seeming to enjoy fully beating the nation. Vasch just wanted the day to be done with so he could return to the hotel and forget today ever happened.
Iain and Sean went against each other, the scot triumphing over the Irish. Then it was the Swiss nations turn and Scotland found himself joining his brother at the ground.
“So, like, I’m totally winning this!”
“Let’s get this done.” The crowd cheered as the two knights fought against each other, none of them winning the upper hand. But on the third round Feliks succeeded in throwing Vasch down his horse, but he lost his balance and fell as well. The crowd watched in awe as the two unsheathed their swords and began to circle each other, searching for an opening.
“Feliks…” Toris sighed, knowing that his friend, after putting so much effort was not going to give up. He just hopped they didn’t hurt each other too much.
“It has been a long time since we saw them fight like this.” Aeron nodded, Patrick cheering the two fighters on, the boy probably having the time of his life.
“Whoa, never know Switzerland could do that!” Alfred shouted, wondering how his mother would have done at the arena. He had been a pirate so he must have been good, right?
“Ladies and gentleman, this is a show of skill we have never seen before, surely both contender merit sharing the first place for this year!” The crowd cheered and the two blonds lowered their swords and shook hands. “Now, which of these ladies will the knights choose?”
“Like, Liet, you totally own me!” Lithuania sighed again, but chuckled as he accepted Poland’s hand. The blond never changed, that was for sure.
“And our second knight” Vasch stared at the group before offering his hand to a surprised Arthur. Lilli probably would like to spend the day with the man anyways…
“NO WAY!”
“ARTHUR!”
“Hey…” Aeron stared as his brother was lead away, leaving Patrick and him standing at the podium. “What about us?”
“Well, I won the chess tournament and Peter needs a partner for the dancing contest.” Wales stared at Estonia for a moment then shuddered and nodded, Northern Ireland following his lead. Latvia gulped but led the other nation with a surprisingly steady hand and the group left the arena behind ignoring the complaining British nations or the warring Prussian and Hungarian knights.
All in all, Alfred counted the day as a success.
Author’s Notes: And Vasch wins the Faerie Queene’s hand! About the fight, I think Hungary would have been the second best if Prussia hadn’t known all her weak points. He is also one of the best foot soldiers, with Francis being one who should stick to the arts. And let’s not forget that Vasch was a mercenary reknown for their skill with spears and Feliks dominated a good part of the Baltic region for a time too.
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Author’s Notes: More wackiness. Aeron, Iain, Sean and Patrick belong to Jackidy. Thanks to her for beating this.
The Faerie Queene
They were supposed to be holding a meeting at Alfred’s capital to deal with the current economic crisis and environmental measures to mitigate the global warming. Supposed since the nation had decided that the day was too beautiful to be wasted in an office and dragged them to some part of his territory. Several nations had protested the treatment but Germany had been able to negotiate with the blond and they agreed to spend the day at whatever location the boy chose as long as they didn’t have to endure eating McDonalds for the rest of the week. That shut most of the complainers up.
So the nations followed USA more or less willingly across his states until they arrived at what appeared to be tranquil countryside near an old town and woods. Or it would have been tranquil if there weren’t hundreds of people bustling around in some of the strangest or laziest costumes possible.
“Alfred, what is the meaning of this?” Arthur stared as a man dressed in what appeared to be a Viking lead a female musketeer to one of the stands.
“It’s a fair of course, old man, aint this awesome!” The man would have contested the point if he hadn’t found himself pulled into the moving mass of people.
“Mam, look at that!” The black haired boy teen shouted, dragging his mother without listening to the man’s complains. “I bet you can beat all of them! Come on!”
“Paddy, wait up!” Aeron called, Iain hurrying to follow as Sean claimed Arthur’s other hand. Alfred grinned, satisfied in a job well done and proceeded to emote his younger brother and drag Matthew with him as he ran after the United Kingdom and Ireland.
“I can’t believe we are losing time like this.” Roderich stated as Elizabeta dragged him over to a weapon’s stand. “We have important matters to attend.”
“Chill, specs, at least we aren’t going to get a coronary this visit.” The Austrian nation snorted but he had to agree that anything was better than eating McDonalds for several days straight. “Come on! Let’s check this place!”
Patrick was leading them out after Arthur crushed the competition at the archery field when Sean saw a costume stand. Arthur and Aeron were inspecting a Robin Hood outfit when they were grabbed from behind and tossed into the changing room. When Patrick joined them a moment later, the brothers realized it was too late to escape.
“Why the fuck I am wearing this” Vasch growled as he fixed the chain mail a man had handed to him. The plate, while a good one, was not something he was used to wearing after all this years. “And why the hell are we joining the joust?”
“Like, we are totally going to win this, right Liet?” Poland drawled while Lithuania sighed at his friend aptitude. France was fixing his hair near the tent entrance while Matthew and Alfred helped Sean and Iain put on their own arms. “Like, we are totally going to kick their ass.”
“HA! Dream on!” Prussia shouted, grinning evilly at them while Hungary polished her lance. Austria, unable to prevent the madness unfolding before him, was lamenting the fact with Germany. Estonia and Latvia had decided to leave the group and check the rest of the fair with the rest of the nations.
“SEAN, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
“IAIN, I’M GOING TO CASTRATE YOU!”
“DAD, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?”
“Hum, what did you do Uncle Sean?” But the two brothers just grinned evilly and disappeared from the tent, not missing the chance to give France a free punch.
“WHERE ARE THEY?!” Arthur roared as he burst into the tent, the effect completely lost due to the green gown he was currently wearing. Aeron followed him, glaring murderously in his matching dress while Patrick tried to hide behind his mother. The boy was looking quite adorable in his maroon dress. “MATTHEW!”
“Ah, they left a minute ago!” The Canadian yelped as he received the full force of the British pair’s glares. England growled something under his breath and the trio disappeared, shouting for their prey as they went. Canada supposed he should be gland that they hadn’t remembered about using bows or a sword. Well they hadn’t remembered yet, at least.
“And now, ladies and gentleman, the tournament will commence. Now, I will announce a surprise for our contenders. This year, the reward for the winner is to escort one of these lovely ladies for the rest of the day!” Vasch cursed when the man pointed to a podium which housed three pissed looking Brits and a now embarrassed looking Lithuanian. When had they grabbed him?
France was the first to compete and lose from the group of nations, a boy named Steve throwing him off his horse in one blow. Hungary went second, shouting furiously about foul play while Prussia crackled. Later it was his turn to meet the ground at a grinning Feliks hands, the pole seeming to enjoy fully beating the nation. Vasch just wanted the day to be done with so he could return to the hotel and forget today ever happened.
Iain and Sean went against each other, the scot triumphing over the Irish. Then it was the Swiss nations turn and Scotland found himself joining his brother at the ground.
“So, like, I’m totally winning this!”
“Let’s get this done.” The crowd cheered as the two knights fought against each other, none of them winning the upper hand. But on the third round Feliks succeeded in throwing Vasch down his horse, but he lost his balance and fell as well. The crowd watched in awe as the two unsheathed their swords and began to circle each other, searching for an opening.
“Feliks…” Toris sighed, knowing that his friend, after putting so much effort was not going to give up. He just hopped they didn’t hurt each other too much.
“It has been a long time since we saw them fight like this.” Aeron nodded, Patrick cheering the two fighters on, the boy probably having the time of his life.
“Whoa, never know Switzerland could do that!” Alfred shouted, wondering how his mother would have done at the arena. He had been a pirate so he must have been good, right?
“Ladies and gentleman, this is a show of skill we have never seen before, surely both contender merit sharing the first place for this year!” The crowd cheered and the two blonds lowered their swords and shook hands. “Now, which of these ladies will the knights choose?”
“Like, Liet, you totally own me!” Lithuania sighed again, but chuckled as he accepted Poland’s hand. The blond never changed, that was for sure.
“And our second knight” Vasch stared at the group before offering his hand to a surprised Arthur. Lilli probably would like to spend the day with the man anyways…
“NO WAY!”
“ARTHUR!”
“Hey…” Aeron stared as his brother was lead away, leaving Patrick and him standing at the podium. “What about us?”
“Well, I won the chess tournament and Peter needs a partner for the dancing contest.” Wales stared at Estonia for a moment then shuddered and nodded, Northern Ireland following his lead. Latvia gulped but led the other nation with a surprisingly steady hand and the group left the arena behind ignoring the complaining British nations or the warring Prussian and Hungarian knights.
All in all, Alfred counted the day as a success.
Author’s Notes: And Vasch wins the Faerie Queene’s hand! About the fight, I think Hungary would have been the second best if Prussia hadn’t known all her weak points. He is also one of the best foot soldiers, with Francis being one who should stick to the arts. And let’s not forget that Vasch was a mercenary reknown for their skill with spears and Feliks dominated a good part of the Baltic region for a time too.