[Fanfic 100 Prompt][Hetalia] "New Beginnings"
Title: "New Beginnings"
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character: America (aka Alfred F. Jones), Vermont (OC), New York (OC), New Hampshire (OC)
Prompt: #29 Birth
Word Count: 545
Rating: G
Summary: Vermont was the first "nation" child that America had ever seen.
Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me.
Vermont was the first baby “nation” that America had ever seen. It was on the eve of Revolution that he had been found. Massachusetts had alerted America to some kind of hubbub between New Hampshire and New York.
“Is it over where their borders end?”
“Something like that.”
“Alright, you handle things here, I’ll go see what is going on between those two.” America began the journey north. The other states could handle the discussions for now. He almost did not want to be there as they made the decision to fight England, he was worried that his fears would be realized. It’ll have come to the point where he would have to raise his musket at this brother and protector. It was in these thoughts that he made his way through the New England summer. The trees were tall and strong, the leaves filtering the sunlight in the forest in a calming way. After a little bit of searching and inquiring he made his way to New Hampshire’s home. He had been surprised to hear that New York was there with him. He wondered what had happened.
He walked his lanky teenage form up to the door and knocked, New Hampshire answered the door. He must have been going through another growing spurt, his clothes looked a little too small.
“Welcome America.”
“How are you New Hampshire?”
“Good, I suppose.”
“Suppose?”
“New York and I have something to show you.” The boy gestured him deeper into the house. He was worried now, had England made a preemptive strike and hurt one of them? He followed the boy through the house into the backyard where a few chairs were sitting in a grove of white birches. New York had his back to them. As the pair got closer America could hear New York humming an old lullaby over a bundle in his arms. New Hampshire knelt down and exchanged a look with New York before taking the blanket out of his fellow colony’s arms bringing it over to America.
“We found him in the land that’s been in dispute between us, he’s like us. I suppose this settles the issue.” he said handing the bundle to America. Inside was a young child with light brown hair. The baby blinked up at him upon waking displaying bright green eyes. America felt his breath be taken away. The little boy was beautiful, and something so fresh and new. He felt a pang of sadness when he wondered if this was what England had felt when he found him.
“His name is Vermont.” said New York. Vermont smiled up at America reaching for his nation’s face. America was smitten immediately. This was someone born in his lands, in a way he could see. He had been too young himself when the personifications of the colonies had been born, with he as the one that united them all. They were the personifications of the new world, and America had to accept the fact that they may have needed to throw off the shackles of the old world to live the way they wanted. It was moments like this that were the beginning.
“Welcome to the world Vermont, I know we’re going to build a great new world here together.”
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character: America (aka Alfred F. Jones), Vermont (OC), New York (OC), New Hampshire (OC)
Prompt: #29 Birth
Word Count: 545
Rating: G
Summary: Vermont was the first "nation" child that America had ever seen.
Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me.
Vermont was the first baby “nation” that America had ever seen. It was on the eve of Revolution that he had been found. Massachusetts had alerted America to some kind of hubbub between New Hampshire and New York.
“Is it over where their borders end?”
“Something like that.”
“Alright, you handle things here, I’ll go see what is going on between those two.” America began the journey north. The other states could handle the discussions for now. He almost did not want to be there as they made the decision to fight England, he was worried that his fears would be realized. It’ll have come to the point where he would have to raise his musket at this brother and protector. It was in these thoughts that he made his way through the New England summer. The trees were tall and strong, the leaves filtering the sunlight in the forest in a calming way. After a little bit of searching and inquiring he made his way to New Hampshire’s home. He had been surprised to hear that New York was there with him. He wondered what had happened.
He walked his lanky teenage form up to the door and knocked, New Hampshire answered the door. He must have been going through another growing spurt, his clothes looked a little too small.
“Welcome America.”
“How are you New Hampshire?”
“Good, I suppose.”
“Suppose?”
“New York and I have something to show you.” The boy gestured him deeper into the house. He was worried now, had England made a preemptive strike and hurt one of them? He followed the boy through the house into the backyard where a few chairs were sitting in a grove of white birches. New York had his back to them. As the pair got closer America could hear New York humming an old lullaby over a bundle in his arms. New Hampshire knelt down and exchanged a look with New York before taking the blanket out of his fellow colony’s arms bringing it over to America.
“We found him in the land that’s been in dispute between us, he’s like us. I suppose this settles the issue.” he said handing the bundle to America. Inside was a young child with light brown hair. The baby blinked up at him upon waking displaying bright green eyes. America felt his breath be taken away. The little boy was beautiful, and something so fresh and new. He felt a pang of sadness when he wondered if this was what England had felt when he found him.
“His name is Vermont.” said New York. Vermont smiled up at America reaching for his nation’s face. America was smitten immediately. This was someone born in his lands, in a way he could see. He had been too young himself when the personifications of the colonies had been born, with he as the one that united them all. They were the personifications of the new world, and America had to accept the fact that they may have needed to throw off the shackles of the old world to live the way they wanted. It was moments like this that were the beginning.
“Welcome to the world Vermont, I know we’re going to build a great new world here together.”