[Hetalia OC] "Mines and Murder" Epilogue
Title: "Mines and Murder: Epilogue
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: Colorado, Wyoming, America, mentions of Colorado's neighbors towards the end.
Summary: The late 1800s, early 1900s ushered in some violent growing pains for Colorado.
A/N: This is a rough draft for a project I'm thinking of doing for Colorado's history. Going through Colorado history Hetalia-style might be my project for March since midterms will be coming up :D (Good way to study, ne?)
A/N 2: Felt like doing a little follow up, because I didn't finish the other thing I was writing for today.
Words: 424
“Does it hurt you, America, when we are in pain?” asked Wyoming, looking at his nation across the bed from a sleeping Colorado, she had finally drifted off as federal troops moved into the mining towns to disarm the combatants, miner and militiaman. He stroked her brown hair in a soothing way. Wyoming had the appearance of a sixteen year old boy, where the girl he comforted looked to be about seventeen.
“Yes, it pains me right here,” He gestured to his heart, “It hurts me, but then it hurts me even more when you hurt each other. Wyoming make me a promise, you’ll make state one of these days, never betray me.” Matching blue eyes stared into each other.
“I promise.”
America smiled. “Thank you, now please take care of your sister, I need to go check on how things are going.” Wyoming nodded, continuing to run his fingers through her curls. She sighed in her sleep, the gentle touch comforting her. The feeling comforted Wyoming as well. He had been so worried about it, part of the fear was that the unrest would spread. His state relied on the mining industry as well. Wrapped up in his thoughts he did not notice that she had woken up until her hand wrapped around his.
“Wyoming?”
“Colorado, are you hungry? Can I get you anything?” She shook her head.
“Stay with me little brother.” She pushed the blankets back and he climbed in beside her. They had done this a lot when they were really little, especially in the cold, lonely winters when most of the humans went to winter homes in the east. They wrapped their arms around each other. Colorado promptly fell back asleep with her northern neighbor pressed up against her, sharing his familiar warmth.
Later in the evening Colorado’s other neighbors would wander in and curl up. They unconsciously form a picture of the map wrapped around each other on the mattress. Wyoming’s younger body is crowded to the top of the bed by Nebraska and Kansas’ older forms to the east of her. New Mexico and Arizona fall asleep at the foot of the bed. Utah and Colorado end up back to back.
America smiles wistfully at them, being a province or state was a different experience than being a nation. They were allowed to be so close, because they were parts of a whole. He would protect them, he would make sure they would never be torn apart, and that started with helping create peace in their borders.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: Colorado, Wyoming, America, mentions of Colorado's neighbors towards the end.
Summary: The late 1800s, early 1900s ushered in some violent growing pains for Colorado.
A/N: This is a rough draft for a project I'm thinking of doing for Colorado's history. Going through Colorado history Hetalia-style might be my project for March since midterms will be coming up :D (Good way to study, ne?)
A/N 2: Felt like doing a little follow up, because I didn't finish the other thing I was writing for today.
Words: 424
“Does it hurt you, America, when we are in pain?” asked Wyoming, looking at his nation across the bed from a sleeping Colorado, she had finally drifted off as federal troops moved into the mining towns to disarm the combatants, miner and militiaman. He stroked her brown hair in a soothing way. Wyoming had the appearance of a sixteen year old boy, where the girl he comforted looked to be about seventeen.
“Yes, it pains me right here,” He gestured to his heart, “It hurts me, but then it hurts me even more when you hurt each other. Wyoming make me a promise, you’ll make state one of these days, never betray me.” Matching blue eyes stared into each other.
“I promise.”
America smiled. “Thank you, now please take care of your sister, I need to go check on how things are going.” Wyoming nodded, continuing to run his fingers through her curls. She sighed in her sleep, the gentle touch comforting her. The feeling comforted Wyoming as well. He had been so worried about it, part of the fear was that the unrest would spread. His state relied on the mining industry as well. Wrapped up in his thoughts he did not notice that she had woken up until her hand wrapped around his.
“Wyoming?”
“Colorado, are you hungry? Can I get you anything?” She shook her head.
“Stay with me little brother.” She pushed the blankets back and he climbed in beside her. They had done this a lot when they were really little, especially in the cold, lonely winters when most of the humans went to winter homes in the east. They wrapped their arms around each other. Colorado promptly fell back asleep with her northern neighbor pressed up against her, sharing his familiar warmth.
Later in the evening Colorado’s other neighbors would wander in and curl up. They unconsciously form a picture of the map wrapped around each other on the mattress. Wyoming’s younger body is crowded to the top of the bed by Nebraska and Kansas’ older forms to the east of her. New Mexico and Arizona fall asleep at the foot of the bed. Utah and Colorado end up back to back.
America smiles wistfully at them, being a province or state was a different experience than being a nation. They were allowed to be so close, because they were parts of a whole. He would protect them, he would make sure they would never be torn apart, and that started with helping create peace in their borders.