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Title: Just the same ash sky.
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine.
Paring: Alfred/Arthur and maybe some others later.
Warnings: Male/Male and the rating is for something just not yet though.
Genre: Romance.
Author notes: Nothing much but there are some things you may wonder after reading, so yeah it is supposed to left you wondering...
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Prologue
February 14, 3012.
He couldn't stop playing with the ring in his coat pocket; he felt uneasy to say the least. The ring usually -it was never there- was in a chain hanging of his neck, heavy, hidden but real nonetheless. He treasured it but he was never going to admit it, even less when he knew, England didn't have his these days.
Something's, he just preferred to not mind.
A cheerful smile painted his lips, forget it, a burger was soon to be devoured and that was enough.
And then the burger was gone, Alfred looked suspiciously at his plate, as if staring would bring him other burger magically. Damn why were burgers so little this days? He would have to ask for another one at the waitress while waiting. The typical sound of the little bell ringing in the door announcing a new costumer was heard and Alfred stared at deep emerald eyes from distance, well perhaps he wouldn't be waiting any longer. Oh and yeah the ring was still there but his hand wasn't with it anymore.
England approached quickly and elegantly. That wasn't new either.
"Yo, old man." America almost shouted, loudly and lively. The elder just glared at him and took the sit that was empty, landing with grace on it.
"So you gonna grab something? 'Cause I'm starving and…" he better shut up, England was giving him one of those looks, this whatever it was, was serious.
"I- I have." The British chewed his cheek, gaze lost in the distance. And so the American knew he would have to extract the information with spoon, well no literally, 'Umm' although maybe giving it a second thought the spoon wasn't that bad…
Minutes later found England with one cup of his beloved tea and a little biscuit half eaten; he seamed more calmed now.
"Well, spit it already." America took a sip of coffee and yawned heavily, he didn't get much sleep last night working in some papers -the last arrangements for boats with high technology and heavy armor, in his opinion airplanes were way better but…- he was going to present today at his boss. The sky was getting darker and chill began to creep it's way towards them; weird always he was with England the rain wouldn't stop falling, he still hadn't managed to understand why though.
"I have fallen in love." He said as if speaking about the changing weather outside the windows. America looked at his wrist clock, digital, and illuminated. He had a meeting with his boss in two hours. And his clock was so pretty awesome! With alarm, light and water proof.
"If that's all, dude -Ermm- Congrats?" He stared at England and yawned again, no offence man but really that was all?
"With- one of us" The whisper was softly as the wind. And then America remembered the ring again...
"Ok, cool." He shrugged. Well maybe England had certainly only picked short romances with humans since then but it was good to see him restart once more.
America stood up ready to leave; if that was all and England was somehow seeking his approval which he doubted but 'Never mind.'
"Ame- Alfred." The once empire said swallowing down his pride, asking for empathy. He sighed and dropped in the sit again; now the good thing was he was going to have a big milk shake for dessert, the bad one however he was going to be late at the meeting.
"I think... I-" there was a long pause and then "he got me pregnant." Arthur finally said curtly.
America was sure something here he misunderstood; sure he was paying mid attention and had been thinking about his meeting, the weather, the clock, all he could ate and the ring but, but, BUT!
"Ah?" He said not really getting it, his glasses falling over his nose, just as if agreeing with his surprised state and making a point.
England shifted uncomfortable in his chair, glaring. "People are turning this way to see what you are doing" He ended up hissing.
"HOW?" America stared widely at the nation in front of him and asked almost horrified.
England narrowed his eyes. "You know how."
"Not, that!" America said hysterically. "I mean, there's no way…" He took of his glasses -putting them quickly in the table- and looked up directly at England. "What is this? What do you want?" America said suspiciously.
"You insensible twit" England roared. "It is serious"
"You mean the kind pregnant when you gonna have a baby growing up in you belly?" America knitted his eyebrows together thoughtfully.
"Yes. That one" England said flatly.
"Dude just in what kind of crack are you?"
…
And those he found himself slapped, incredulous and alone in a full-chatter-looking-his-way shop. 'Totally unawesome'
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April 15, 3012.
"It wasn't ours to begin with" He poured more fresh tea in the already full cup. "She is only taking away what she borrowed in the first place" It -the green thick substance- started to spit. "We are like the cup." He said calmly, retreating at his original position in a peaceful contemplation. We can't stop it.
And maybe they really did were ending because Yao never looked that serious or respectable or wise. Humans were at the end of evolution chain. Extinction. And if it was the case then he wondered what was going to happen to them once Mother Nature reduced all to cero and the countdown began again, since they weren't human...
A distant sound from somewhere in the house brought them to notice 'Louisiana Illinois' was no more; City after city, Sicilia, San Petersburg, Rio de Janeiro. All of them gone and so it kept on. He had been in Tokyo when the earthquakes commenced. His boss and other politics, all had agreed it was bond to happen two years ago and prepared ships, special ones full of his technology. 'We have to ensure the species.' They chanted like a mantra back then. He should have been in that ship now, just like the plan.
All of them Nations were supposed to aboard, for what he knew Russia and Australia were by now arriving at their respective ships and were the last ones. Just like the plan. Is just that, when he called China to ask if had packed everything, he faced an "I am not going anywhere aru-" And that was that.
They weren't going anywhere and if somehow they were going to die…
It would be in home at least.
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November 29, 3014.
"We are still recovering. Our political relationships as one of the new three block powers is yet unstable and those we can't afford what you have just suggested" His boss said looking at the other parties who stood expectantly in the room, seeking their approval with effort in such pressing matters.
"We may agree that indeed our political and economical resources are just starting to fuel up, but we have to fully understand, we can't succeed without one of the solar power collectors." The only woman in the meeting pressed; looking down at the proposals in her briefcase, searching for a particular paper in them. "Of course Mr. Matthew has enough of share possibilities to ask and achieve for one of the two orbital elevators that the AEU withholds- even if speaking in mid terms," She passed the proposal at the integrants of the table. "Only that it would come with a price, a high one as you can see in the proposals; so to resume I believe MR. Jones offer is to be considered very thoughtfully before being discarded." She cleared her throat at the silence that brook after her speech taking a sip of her drink as final opinion.
"I am afraid, I agree with Mrs. Legere in this saying." The third and last of the representatives in the meeting concluded sharply.
"I would rather not accept but given the situation and that the two of you precise it to be reasonable…" His boss directed his words at him then. "The UNION approves of the cultural, economical and geographical merging between the previous countries of Great Britain and United States of America."
"In other words we are buying the orbital elevator." Mrs. Legere mused to herself, as if tasting the weight of the words.
"I believe you have some calls to do then." His boss elaborated. "Only have in mind the AEU won't be happy with the outcome."
"We will manage." Alfred responded nodding. So yeah, he would have to manage somehow.
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November 30, 3014.
"Um- Listen dude." How was he supposed to say it? How?
Knock, knock, and knock. And it wouldn't stop. The knocking, he needed- he was trying, really trying here. Thanks for the disturbance.
"Erm, you still there?" And maybe he wasn't; not now, neither when he started the phone call. He couldn't really put a finger on it but he could hope and so he was hoping. Hoping that the silence at the other side of the line didn't meant, he wasn't being heard.
"I- you… we." The words just wouldn't come and that was very unheroic and not awesome at all. He was turning in a little desperate as it was -Passing a hand through his messy hair and frowning- and the knocking went on and on and on.
"I know you probably- well most likely hate me now, but ..." He sighed. "It is the best way out of it… Arthur. You know it is better" He said softly -to take out the severe finality of it- not joke in it, not heroic things involved.
There was silence and then the dealing tone that indicated the phone call had been shut down; he hadn't ended it which meant he had been heard after all.
He deposited the phone back just in time when a voice at his door replaced the knocking. "Mr. Jones time's up" He looked at his window… this new world was shifting so fast. "They are waiting for you upstairs" The voice repeated with a polite business attitude, urging him to go towards one of many meetings that would be held that evening, like all the previous week.
He emerged for his room beaming at the person who stood there "Can't leave without the hero, huh?" He half joked and left, with a new resolution in mind.
It was the best for them all, in the end.
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December 1, 3014.
"So what did they said?" Matthew asked worried patting Kumajiro's head.
Alfred shrugged. "Nothing much, just what I told you before you know."
"And what about him then?" His brother tried again.
"Nothing at all." Alfred shifted in the couch changing channels with the remote control as if life depended of it.
"One would think that there would be something to watch in the tv by now." Alfred gave up and turnerd off the divice.
"It's been tough after what we thought was going to be the end." Matt sighed.
"Yeah, but we are still here… all of us." Alfred stood up and extended his hand to his brother, smiling. "How 'bout a house-tour?"
Matt took the hand and stood up as well. "So we are going to live here? The three of us?"
"Ow, Mattie you just don't know when to let it go." Alfred pouted.
"I know it would take time to build an orbital elevator of our own but it would be done within this or the other year anyway." Matt looked at him doubtfully. "Are you sure about this Alfred?"
"Mattie, We can't afford a war right now. You know how things are going the China Federation will attack the AEU soon and I can't step and help Arthur if he isn't annexed at us or something." Alfred said walking slowly in every part of the place that came at his eyes.
"I can only do what am doing and hope that it will work." They stopped at what seemed the master bedroom.
"What about the child?" Matthew asked more to himself than to Alfred.
"He is coming too." Alfred replayed pushing the door in his front open.
Yep, Arthur's child was coming and probably with him also his father -Arthur's lover- to punch Alfred in the face. Matthew sighed yet again and followed his brother resignedly to the master bedroom.
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December 24, 3014.
"The best foundation for a happy marriage is mutual misunderstanding" -Oscar Wilde.
"I do." Arthur said and signed the papers in front of him triggering a reaction in the guests who immediately exploded in cheers.
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Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine.
Paring: Alfred/Arthur and maybe some others later.
Warnings: Male/Male and the rating is for something just not yet though.
Genre: Romance.
Author notes: Nothing much but there are some things you may wonder after reading, so yeah it is supposed to left you wondering...
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Prologue
February 14, 3012.
He couldn't stop playing with the ring in his coat pocket; he felt uneasy to say the least. The ring usually -it was never there- was in a chain hanging of his neck, heavy, hidden but real nonetheless. He treasured it but he was never going to admit it, even less when he knew, England didn't have his these days.
Something's, he just preferred to not mind.
A cheerful smile painted his lips, forget it, a burger was soon to be devoured and that was enough.
And then the burger was gone, Alfred looked suspiciously at his plate, as if staring would bring him other burger magically. Damn why were burgers so little this days? He would have to ask for another one at the waitress while waiting. The typical sound of the little bell ringing in the door announcing a new costumer was heard and Alfred stared at deep emerald eyes from distance, well perhaps he wouldn't be waiting any longer. Oh and yeah the ring was still there but his hand wasn't with it anymore.
England approached quickly and elegantly. That wasn't new either.
"Yo, old man." America almost shouted, loudly and lively. The elder just glared at him and took the sit that was empty, landing with grace on it.
"So you gonna grab something? 'Cause I'm starving and…" he better shut up, England was giving him one of those looks, this whatever it was, was serious.
"I- I have." The British chewed his cheek, gaze lost in the distance. And so the American knew he would have to extract the information with spoon, well no literally, 'Umm' although maybe giving it a second thought the spoon wasn't that bad…
Minutes later found England with one cup of his beloved tea and a little biscuit half eaten; he seamed more calmed now.
"Well, spit it already." America took a sip of coffee and yawned heavily, he didn't get much sleep last night working in some papers -the last arrangements for boats with high technology and heavy armor, in his opinion airplanes were way better but…- he was going to present today at his boss. The sky was getting darker and chill began to creep it's way towards them; weird always he was with England the rain wouldn't stop falling, he still hadn't managed to understand why though.
"I have fallen in love." He said as if speaking about the changing weather outside the windows. America looked at his wrist clock, digital, and illuminated. He had a meeting with his boss in two hours. And his clock was so pretty awesome! With alarm, light and water proof.
"If that's all, dude -Ermm- Congrats?" He stared at England and yawned again, no offence man but really that was all?
"With- one of us" The whisper was softly as the wind. And then America remembered the ring again...
"Ok, cool." He shrugged. Well maybe England had certainly only picked short romances with humans since then but it was good to see him restart once more.
America stood up ready to leave; if that was all and England was somehow seeking his approval which he doubted but 'Never mind.'
"Ame- Alfred." The once empire said swallowing down his pride, asking for empathy. He sighed and dropped in the sit again; now the good thing was he was going to have a big milk shake for dessert, the bad one however he was going to be late at the meeting.
"I think... I-" there was a long pause and then "he got me pregnant." Arthur finally said curtly.
America was sure something here he misunderstood; sure he was paying mid attention and had been thinking about his meeting, the weather, the clock, all he could ate and the ring but, but, BUT!
"Ah?" He said not really getting it, his glasses falling over his nose, just as if agreeing with his surprised state and making a point.
England shifted uncomfortable in his chair, glaring. "People are turning this way to see what you are doing" He ended up hissing.
"HOW?" America stared widely at the nation in front of him and asked almost horrified.
England narrowed his eyes. "You know how."
"Not, that!" America said hysterically. "I mean, there's no way…" He took of his glasses -putting them quickly in the table- and looked up directly at England. "What is this? What do you want?" America said suspiciously.
"You insensible twit" England roared. "It is serious"
"You mean the kind pregnant when you gonna have a baby growing up in you belly?" America knitted his eyebrows together thoughtfully.
"Yes. That one" England said flatly.
"Dude just in what kind of crack are you?"
…
And those he found himself slapped, incredulous and alone in a full-chatter-looking-his-way shop. 'Totally unawesome'
-
April 15, 3012.
"It wasn't ours to begin with" He poured more fresh tea in the already full cup. "She is only taking away what she borrowed in the first place" It -the green thick substance- started to spit. "We are like the cup." He said calmly, retreating at his original position in a peaceful contemplation. We can't stop it.
And maybe they really did were ending because Yao never looked that serious or respectable or wise. Humans were at the end of evolution chain. Extinction. And if it was the case then he wondered what was going to happen to them once Mother Nature reduced all to cero and the countdown began again, since they weren't human...
A distant sound from somewhere in the house brought them to notice 'Louisiana Illinois' was no more; City after city, Sicilia, San Petersburg, Rio de Janeiro. All of them gone and so it kept on. He had been in Tokyo when the earthquakes commenced. His boss and other politics, all had agreed it was bond to happen two years ago and prepared ships, special ones full of his technology. 'We have to ensure the species.' They chanted like a mantra back then. He should have been in that ship now, just like the plan.
All of them Nations were supposed to aboard, for what he knew Russia and Australia were by now arriving at their respective ships and were the last ones. Just like the plan. Is just that, when he called China to ask if had packed everything, he faced an "I am not going anywhere aru-" And that was that.
They weren't going anywhere and if somehow they were going to die…
It would be in home at least.
-
November 29, 3014.
"We are still recovering. Our political relationships as one of the new three block powers is yet unstable and those we can't afford what you have just suggested" His boss said looking at the other parties who stood expectantly in the room, seeking their approval with effort in such pressing matters.
"We may agree that indeed our political and economical resources are just starting to fuel up, but we have to fully understand, we can't succeed without one of the solar power collectors." The only woman in the meeting pressed; looking down at the proposals in her briefcase, searching for a particular paper in them. "Of course Mr. Matthew has enough of share possibilities to ask and achieve for one of the two orbital elevators that the AEU withholds- even if speaking in mid terms," She passed the proposal at the integrants of the table. "Only that it would come with a price, a high one as you can see in the proposals; so to resume I believe MR. Jones offer is to be considered very thoughtfully before being discarded." She cleared her throat at the silence that brook after her speech taking a sip of her drink as final opinion.
"I am afraid, I agree with Mrs. Legere in this saying." The third and last of the representatives in the meeting concluded sharply.
"I would rather not accept but given the situation and that the two of you precise it to be reasonable…" His boss directed his words at him then. "The UNION approves of the cultural, economical and geographical merging between the previous countries of Great Britain and United States of America."
"In other words we are buying the orbital elevator." Mrs. Legere mused to herself, as if tasting the weight of the words.
"I believe you have some calls to do then." His boss elaborated. "Only have in mind the AEU won't be happy with the outcome."
"We will manage." Alfred responded nodding. So yeah, he would have to manage somehow.
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November 30, 3014.
"Um- Listen dude." How was he supposed to say it? How?
Knock, knock, and knock. And it wouldn't stop. The knocking, he needed- he was trying, really trying here. Thanks for the disturbance.
"Erm, you still there?" And maybe he wasn't; not now, neither when he started the phone call. He couldn't really put a finger on it but he could hope and so he was hoping. Hoping that the silence at the other side of the line didn't meant, he wasn't being heard.
"I- you… we." The words just wouldn't come and that was very unheroic and not awesome at all. He was turning in a little desperate as it was -Passing a hand through his messy hair and frowning- and the knocking went on and on and on.
"I know you probably- well most likely hate me now, but ..." He sighed. "It is the best way out of it… Arthur. You know it is better" He said softly -to take out the severe finality of it- not joke in it, not heroic things involved.
There was silence and then the dealing tone that indicated the phone call had been shut down; he hadn't ended it which meant he had been heard after all.
He deposited the phone back just in time when a voice at his door replaced the knocking. "Mr. Jones time's up" He looked at his window… this new world was shifting so fast. "They are waiting for you upstairs" The voice repeated with a polite business attitude, urging him to go towards one of many meetings that would be held that evening, like all the previous week.
He emerged for his room beaming at the person who stood there "Can't leave without the hero, huh?" He half joked and left, with a new resolution in mind.
It was the best for them all, in the end.
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December 1, 3014.
"So what did they said?" Matthew asked worried patting Kumajiro's head.
Alfred shrugged. "Nothing much, just what I told you before you know."
"And what about him then?" His brother tried again.
"Nothing at all." Alfred shifted in the couch changing channels with the remote control as if life depended of it.
"One would think that there would be something to watch in the tv by now." Alfred gave up and turnerd off the divice.
"It's been tough after what we thought was going to be the end." Matt sighed.
"Yeah, but we are still here… all of us." Alfred stood up and extended his hand to his brother, smiling. "How 'bout a house-tour?"
Matt took the hand and stood up as well. "So we are going to live here? The three of us?"
"Ow, Mattie you just don't know when to let it go." Alfred pouted.
"I know it would take time to build an orbital elevator of our own but it would be done within this or the other year anyway." Matt looked at him doubtfully. "Are you sure about this Alfred?"
"Mattie, We can't afford a war right now. You know how things are going the China Federation will attack the AEU soon and I can't step and help Arthur if he isn't annexed at us or something." Alfred said walking slowly in every part of the place that came at his eyes.
"I can only do what am doing and hope that it will work." They stopped at what seemed the master bedroom.
"What about the child?" Matthew asked more to himself than to Alfred.
"He is coming too." Alfred replayed pushing the door in his front open.
Yep, Arthur's child was coming and probably with him also his father -Arthur's lover- to punch Alfred in the face. Matthew sighed yet again and followed his brother resignedly to the master bedroom.
i.
December 24, 3014.
"The best foundation for a happy marriage is mutual misunderstanding" -Oscar Wilde.
"I do." Arthur said and signed the papers in front of him triggering a reaction in the guests who immediately exploded in cheers.
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