It's a fanfiction omnibus! {PART I ACT I - vocaloid, hetalia}
Ahh, I haven't posted in such a long time! Please forgive me LJ. ^^;
Anyways~ I've been busy for the past three days . . . busy writing fanfiction! I have been successfully able to write four fanfictions those three days (the first one I finished two days ago, the second last night and the third and fourth just today), and I'm very proud of my achievements thus far~ So here I am, sharing my finished stories with you! I hope you guys like it~ ^_^
WARNING: Fail attempts ahead. Story 2 has implications of an explicit act between two male nation-tans (though I have tried my best to keep them mild).
DISCLAIMER: Nothing is mine except for the words.
I. {satellite - dave matthews band} - vocaloid
She's spinning.
There she goes, spinning, spinning underneath the canopy of stars twinkling above her. They shine as if encouraging her to dance for them, their twinkling possibly interpreted to being happy laughter and merrymaking to go along with her wide smile. There's music in the night only she can hear, and she responds the only way she knows how, the way she was taught to when she heard music like this, in her faraway planet - spinning, spinning, spinning to no end. She is laughing, too, like the happiest girl on the universe. It adds to the music.
She stops her spinning when she sees the little white figure standing by the tree. The dizzy spell of her dance twirls the world around her for a while, and she lets herself get carried away by it - a few missteps here and there, trying to gain stability of vision and exhilarated mind. Finally it settles, and the girl recognizes her friend, he of white hair, sad eyes and shy smile.
"Piko-kun!" She goes over to the boy, steps like fairies, and takes him by his trembling hands. "Piko-kun, let's dance with the stars, qki qki!"
The white boy is very hesitant at the eccentric's offer. "A-are you sure, Miki-chan?," he stammers. "I don't know how to, uh, d-dance."
The cherry-haired girl gives a good-natured laugh. "It's easy, qki qki~," she assures him, gently pulling him away from the protection of behind the tree and into the dancehall underneath the heavens. "All you have to do . . . is this!" With that she lets go, and soon she is spinning madly once again underneath her beloved stars. "The stars love it, qki qki!"
The white-haired youth is amazed by this blithe spirit before him, watching her as she demonstrates to him once again the dance of the stars. Oh, how he wishes to spin along with her in that wonderful little world of hers - that world of talking stars and wishing planets, of beauty he'd always been interested in seeing. But his own awkwardness would once again prevent him from exploring her universe, as it always had. Shyly, the boy just looks toward his beautifully strange companion, with his sad eyes pleading something from the stargirl.
Please teach me.
The spinning nymph stops and gives another good-natured laugh - the sweet and gentle laugh of the mysterious universe. Smiling, she takes his hands once again and looks into his eyes, now bright with starlight. "Okay," she gently says to him, "let's dance with the stars together! Shall we, qki qki?"
The boy gives a very shy but nonetheless happy smile. He nods. She smiles wider. She sweeps him away. He holds on. Above them, the stars shine, twinkle and laugh.
They're spinning.
II. {love dance - cirque du soleil's KÀ} - axis powers hetalia
" . . . as of today, August 17, 1923, I hereby decree, after twenty-one years, the Anglo-Japanese Alliance officially dissolved . . ."
The early morning after seemed colder than usual. Brown eyes opened to greet the sunless pre-dawn hours, only with a distinct sadness within them instead of the usual happy glow of the past few years. Silently the black-haired man turned to his side, looking longingly at the other man sleeping beside him. The sun seemed forever trapped in the color of this man's hair; and if only his eyes were open, he would see summer greens as well. But it would be unwise to awake him, especially this early; twenty-one years together had taught that him that Arthur-san wasn't at all an early bird type.
Sighing, Kiku got up from the soft bed they slept in and hastily put on a loose kimono before walking towards the little closed window just across the room. He opened said window wide and looked at the scenery outside. His country was lovely during these early mornings - some stars were still out; the trees and buildings were as still as statues, coupled with almost little to no human activity out on the streets; if one listened closely they could hear the wistful calls of the birds as they woke to greet the coming dawn. But none of these made Kiku any happy . . . not with the knowledge of what would happen when the sun rose.
The Japanese man closed the window again and looked towards the man in his bed. The memories of last night flowed into Kiku's consciousness as he sadly observed his sleeping lover. That was the night their superiors made it official - the Alliance of the winter of 1902, the very Alliance that had kept them together for twenty-one years, was to be terminated. Enough reason was given for it to end - his people no longer trusted Arthur's, as it seemed as if his superiors were no longer acting in favor with his own. Also it seemed that Arthur's superiors wanted to act more in accordance with America's people instead - something Arthur had explicitly stated that he didn't want to do, but his people's reasonings overruled his. That night there was much grief between the two soon-to-be-separated nations when this had happened, and when their bosses weren't looking they couldn't help but hold on to each other and try to deny the unavoidable circumstances. However as midnight came on it came to both that everything that had happened had to be accepted.
"I don't want this either, Kiku," Arthur-san had told him, holding him close as the smaller nation attempted to fight back tears. "But we can't do anything about it."
With the dawn dangerously ticking away the two had decided to make the best of the time they had left, giving into their passions and giving each other their all. Only the night would testify to the passionate sounds and heated moans of the moment, while the rest of the world was asleep and dreaming. The mere thought of the act made the Asian nation's face go hot.
And now that the new day was here Kiku knew that soon, the dawn would come and it would all be over.
As he was thinking Kiku hadn't noticed that he had unconsciously turned his sight towards the window. He opened it again and looked on. The remaining stars were still twinkling in the heavens; however the sky was slowly beginning to lighten. Outside the slightest sounds of bustling human activity were staring to be heard. Even the birds' calls were starting to become louder. First light was just a few hours away, and no one could do anything about it.
With a heavy heart, Kiku once again closed the window and once again looked towards Arthur. The Englishman looked so peaceful so there, lost under the spell of sleep. He must've been exhausted from last night. Was he dreaming? There was a hint of a smile on the usually grumpy gentleman's face, and if one would listen closely, he was mumbling his beloved chrysanthemum's name . . .
Hurt and longing pierced the black-haired man's chest. All those happy days under their Alliance came back to him, and he tried his best to fight back tears. Will all those days, all those kisses and hugs and roses and language lessons and explicit acts and petty arguments and promises, will they become obsolete once the sun rose? Will twenty-one years' worth become worthless? The thought brought a deep and terrible sadness to Kiku, and he turned to the closed window again. The sun hadn't come up yet . . .
With that another thought came to the young man's mind. Silently, Kiku turned from the window and walked toward the bed again, discarding his kimono as he did so - he wouldn't need it right now. As carefully as he could, he slipped back under the covers and gently wrapped his arms around Arthur's sleeping figure. Kiku studied his lover's face and body with his eyes while his right hand trailed over his facial features - from his hair to his bushy eyebrows to his lips. Soon Kiku wasn't able to control himself any longer, and despite his usual reservations kissed the Englishman for what may be the last time. He did so as not to wake Arthur up, even though part of him wished he was awake. There was no more time to say anything else.
And shortly, partly due to sadness and partly due to the warmth of his lover and the sheets, Kiku closed his eyes and once again fell asleep. Outside, the birds began to sing.
When he woke up, the sun was already showing itself and was sending a ray of light through the closed glass window. The dawn had already passed; the sky was lit, people were working, and birds were singing clearly like wind-chimes.
But there was no Arthur-san beside him. The only indication of his presence was an indentation on the bed where he was, as well as a few strands of sun-colored hair on the pillow. Lying in said indentation was a single rose, bright and red in the sunlight, and a note.
o8/18/1923.
Japan.
I'm so sorry.
England.
Today the morning seemed colder than usual.
Notes.
satellite - dave matthews band
- Since Vocaloids technically don't have any set personalities, what this oneshot contains is mostly pure fanon. XD I think of Miki as a bit of a strange Cloudcuckoolander she runs on alien logic, qki qki~! and a Blithe Spirit, not to mention very friendly despite all these. Yes, I based her a bit off the heroine of Jerry Spinelli's Stargirl (or what I know of her, anyway. *hasn't read the book yet* ;_;). Meanwhile, I characterize Piko as a sad and awkward boy who is so painfully shy for his own good and is also interested in the stars and planets.
- 'Qki qki' (pronounced "kee kee") is just a silly verbal tic I made up for Miki-chan. Expect me to abuse this verbal tic every time I write Vocaloid fics with her in it.
- Meaningful Title time: Piko keeps hanging around Miki like a satellite. Or vice-cersa. Or however you wish to interpret it.
love dance - cirque du soleil's KÀ
- No, I'm pretty sure the first few lines of this fic wasn't really said by anyone in real life at all. :P
- The whole driving force of this oneshot basically is the dissolution of the Anglo-Japanese Allicance and what Kiku here thinks of the morning after. I doubt that the Alliance was ripped apart in the night, but, well, it was the only way the fic would make sense. OTL History, please forgive me.
- 'the winter of 1902' - The Anglo-Japanese Alliance was formed on January 30, 1902. From what I remember, January is still the winter months in temperate climate countries - and both the United Kingdom and Japan are found in the temperate zone.
- 'mumbling his beloved chrysanthemum's name' - the Japanese for chrysanthemum is 'kiku', which also happens to be our beloved Japan's name.
- You're probably wondering why Arthur and Kiku are somehow acting and feeling rather differently from what their people are acting and feeling during these times. That's because in Nature's Hetalia logic, anthropomorphized nation-tans =/= every single aspect of the actual country itself. Meaning, the character only represents the country, but is not its people. Therefore, their own feelings and personal dilemmas are separated from their duties and roles as personified nation-tans. URGH I feel like my explanation didn't make sense. OTL
- When nation-tans use their personal human names with each other, this indicates that they are very close. The sudden change from Arthur calling Kiku by his name in a flashback to addressing him as just 'Japan' in the note should be an indication that their Alliance - and their relationship - was officially over.
- Meaningful Title time: One interpretation - Love dance could possibly pertain to the, ahem, thing Arthur and Kiku did the night their Alliance was dissolved. Another interpretation - in the actual KÀ show, the track Love Dance is used when the Chief Archer's Daughter realizes she's in love with a prince and dances to show her happiness and love . . . while another love interest of hers, the Counselor's Son, realizes that he is not loved in return. Make of that what you will.
Please do tell me what you think of them both~! ^_^
Anyways~ I've been busy for the past three days . . . busy writing fanfiction! I have been successfully able to write four fanfictions those three days (the first one I finished two days ago, the second last night and the third and fourth just today), and I'm very proud of my achievements thus far~ So here I am, sharing my finished stories with you! I hope you guys like it~ ^_^
WARNING: Fail attempts ahead. Story 2 has implications of an explicit act between two male nation-tans (though I have tried my best to keep them mild).
DISCLAIMER: Nothing is mine except for the words.
I. {satellite - dave matthews band} - vocaloid
She's spinning.
There she goes, spinning, spinning underneath the canopy of stars twinkling above her. They shine as if encouraging her to dance for them, their twinkling possibly interpreted to being happy laughter and merrymaking to go along with her wide smile. There's music in the night only she can hear, and she responds the only way she knows how, the way she was taught to when she heard music like this, in her faraway planet - spinning, spinning, spinning to no end. She is laughing, too, like the happiest girl on the universe. It adds to the music.
She stops her spinning when she sees the little white figure standing by the tree. The dizzy spell of her dance twirls the world around her for a while, and she lets herself get carried away by it - a few missteps here and there, trying to gain stability of vision and exhilarated mind. Finally it settles, and the girl recognizes her friend, he of white hair, sad eyes and shy smile.
"Piko-kun!" She goes over to the boy, steps like fairies, and takes him by his trembling hands. "Piko-kun, let's dance with the stars, qki qki!"
The white boy is very hesitant at the eccentric's offer. "A-are you sure, Miki-chan?," he stammers. "I don't know how to, uh, d-dance."
The cherry-haired girl gives a good-natured laugh. "It's easy, qki qki~," she assures him, gently pulling him away from the protection of behind the tree and into the dancehall underneath the heavens. "All you have to do . . . is this!" With that she lets go, and soon she is spinning madly once again underneath her beloved stars. "The stars love it, qki qki!"
The white-haired youth is amazed by this blithe spirit before him, watching her as she demonstrates to him once again the dance of the stars. Oh, how he wishes to spin along with her in that wonderful little world of hers - that world of talking stars and wishing planets, of beauty he'd always been interested in seeing. But his own awkwardness would once again prevent him from exploring her universe, as it always had. Shyly, the boy just looks toward his beautifully strange companion, with his sad eyes pleading something from the stargirl.
Please teach me.
The spinning nymph stops and gives another good-natured laugh - the sweet and gentle laugh of the mysterious universe. Smiling, she takes his hands once again and looks into his eyes, now bright with starlight. "Okay," she gently says to him, "let's dance with the stars together! Shall we, qki qki?"
The boy gives a very shy but nonetheless happy smile. He nods. She smiles wider. She sweeps him away. He holds on. Above them, the stars shine, twinkle and laugh.
They're spinning.
II. {love dance - cirque du soleil's KÀ} - axis powers hetalia
" . . . as of today, August 17, 1923, I hereby decree, after twenty-one years, the Anglo-Japanese Alliance officially dissolved . . ."
The early morning after seemed colder than usual. Brown eyes opened to greet the sunless pre-dawn hours, only with a distinct sadness within them instead of the usual happy glow of the past few years. Silently the black-haired man turned to his side, looking longingly at the other man sleeping beside him. The sun seemed forever trapped in the color of this man's hair; and if only his eyes were open, he would see summer greens as well. But it would be unwise to awake him, especially this early; twenty-one years together had taught that him that Arthur-san wasn't at all an early bird type.
Sighing, Kiku got up from the soft bed they slept in and hastily put on a loose kimono before walking towards the little closed window just across the room. He opened said window wide and looked at the scenery outside. His country was lovely during these early mornings - some stars were still out; the trees and buildings were as still as statues, coupled with almost little to no human activity out on the streets; if one listened closely they could hear the wistful calls of the birds as they woke to greet the coming dawn. But none of these made Kiku any happy . . . not with the knowledge of what would happen when the sun rose.
The Japanese man closed the window again and looked towards the man in his bed. The memories of last night flowed into Kiku's consciousness as he sadly observed his sleeping lover. That was the night their superiors made it official - the Alliance of the winter of 1902, the very Alliance that had kept them together for twenty-one years, was to be terminated. Enough reason was given for it to end - his people no longer trusted Arthur's, as it seemed as if his superiors were no longer acting in favor with his own. Also it seemed that Arthur's superiors wanted to act more in accordance with America's people instead - something Arthur had explicitly stated that he didn't want to do, but his people's reasonings overruled his. That night there was much grief between the two soon-to-be-separated nations when this had happened, and when their bosses weren't looking they couldn't help but hold on to each other and try to deny the unavoidable circumstances. However as midnight came on it came to both that everything that had happened had to be accepted.
"I don't want this either, Kiku," Arthur-san had told him, holding him close as the smaller nation attempted to fight back tears. "But we can't do anything about it."
With the dawn dangerously ticking away the two had decided to make the best of the time they had left, giving into their passions and giving each other their all. Only the night would testify to the passionate sounds and heated moans of the moment, while the rest of the world was asleep and dreaming. The mere thought of the act made the Asian nation's face go hot.
And now that the new day was here Kiku knew that soon, the dawn would come and it would all be over.
As he was thinking Kiku hadn't noticed that he had unconsciously turned his sight towards the window. He opened it again and looked on. The remaining stars were still twinkling in the heavens; however the sky was slowly beginning to lighten. Outside the slightest sounds of bustling human activity were staring to be heard. Even the birds' calls were starting to become louder. First light was just a few hours away, and no one could do anything about it.
With a heavy heart, Kiku once again closed the window and once again looked towards Arthur. The Englishman looked so peaceful so there, lost under the spell of sleep. He must've been exhausted from last night. Was he dreaming? There was a hint of a smile on the usually grumpy gentleman's face, and if one would listen closely, he was mumbling his beloved chrysanthemum's name . . .
Hurt and longing pierced the black-haired man's chest. All those happy days under their Alliance came back to him, and he tried his best to fight back tears. Will all those days, all those kisses and hugs and roses and language lessons and explicit acts and petty arguments and promises, will they become obsolete once the sun rose? Will twenty-one years' worth become worthless? The thought brought a deep and terrible sadness to Kiku, and he turned to the closed window again. The sun hadn't come up yet . . .
With that another thought came to the young man's mind. Silently, Kiku turned from the window and walked toward the bed again, discarding his kimono as he did so - he wouldn't need it right now. As carefully as he could, he slipped back under the covers and gently wrapped his arms around Arthur's sleeping figure. Kiku studied his lover's face and body with his eyes while his right hand trailed over his facial features - from his hair to his bushy eyebrows to his lips. Soon Kiku wasn't able to control himself any longer, and despite his usual reservations kissed the Englishman for what may be the last time. He did so as not to wake Arthur up, even though part of him wished he was awake. There was no more time to say anything else.
And shortly, partly due to sadness and partly due to the warmth of his lover and the sheets, Kiku closed his eyes and once again fell asleep. Outside, the birds began to sing.
When he woke up, the sun was already showing itself and was sending a ray of light through the closed glass window. The dawn had already passed; the sky was lit, people were working, and birds were singing clearly like wind-chimes.
But there was no Arthur-san beside him. The only indication of his presence was an indentation on the bed where he was, as well as a few strands of sun-colored hair on the pillow. Lying in said indentation was a single rose, bright and red in the sunlight, and a note.
o8/18/1923.
Japan.
I'm so sorry.
England.
Today the morning seemed colder than usual.
Notes.
satellite - dave matthews band
- Since Vocaloids technically don't have any set personalities, what this oneshot contains is mostly pure fanon. XD I think of Miki as a bit of a strange Cloudcuckoolander she runs on alien logic, qki qki~! and a Blithe Spirit, not to mention very friendly despite all these. Yes, I based her a bit off the heroine of Jerry Spinelli's Stargirl (or what I know of her, anyway. *hasn't read the book yet* ;_;). Meanwhile, I characterize Piko as a sad and awkward boy who is so painfully shy for his own good and is also interested in the stars and planets.
- 'Qki qki' (pronounced "kee kee") is just a silly verbal tic I made up for Miki-chan. Expect me to abuse this verbal tic every time I write Vocaloid fics with her in it.
- Meaningful Title time: Piko keeps hanging around Miki like a satellite. Or vice-cersa. Or however you wish to interpret it.
love dance - cirque du soleil's KÀ
- No, I'm pretty sure the first few lines of this fic wasn't really said by anyone in real life at all. :P
- The whole driving force of this oneshot basically is the dissolution of the Anglo-Japanese Allicance and what Kiku here thinks of the morning after. I doubt that the Alliance was ripped apart in the night, but, well, it was the only way the fic would make sense. OTL History, please forgive me.
- 'the winter of 1902' - The Anglo-Japanese Alliance was formed on January 30, 1902. From what I remember, January is still the winter months in temperate climate countries - and both the United Kingdom and Japan are found in the temperate zone.
- 'mumbling his beloved chrysanthemum's name' - the Japanese for chrysanthemum is 'kiku', which also happens to be our beloved Japan's name.
- You're probably wondering why Arthur and Kiku are somehow acting and feeling rather differently from what their people are acting and feeling during these times. That's because in Nature's Hetalia logic, anthropomorphized nation-tans =/= every single aspect of the actual country itself. Meaning, the character only represents the country, but is not its people. Therefore, their own feelings and personal dilemmas are separated from their duties and roles as personified nation-tans. URGH I feel like my explanation didn't make sense. OTL
- When nation-tans use their personal human names with each other, this indicates that they are very close. The sudden change from Arthur calling Kiku by his name in a flashback to addressing him as just 'Japan' in the note should be an indication that their Alliance - and their relationship - was officially over.
- Meaningful Title time: One interpretation - Love dance could possibly pertain to the, ahem, thing Arthur and Kiku did the night their Alliance was dissolved. Another interpretation - in the actual KÀ show, the track Love Dance is used when the Chief Archer's Daughter realizes she's in love with a prince and dances to show her happiness and love . . . while another love interest of hers, the Counselor's Son, realizes that he is not loved in return. Make of that what you will.
Please do tell me what you think of them both~! ^_^