Never Leave
Title: Never Leave
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/DramaDramaDuck
Rating: G
Summary: Ireland visits Prussia in 1748, and nothing is how she expects it.
Timeframe: August, 1748
Word Count: 459, including footnotes
Notes/Warnings: OC, bad accents (Pre-1937), technical crossover. Set after Mello's death in DDD. Posted here instead of the fanworks comm since Ireland is not a DDD character. And many thanks to Cookie for giving me a "ß." I can never find it unless I hit up Google translate.
She hadn’t expected this when she’d arrived for one of her visits. Usually she was greeted by his ever present obnoxious smile, a hug, and Ludwig clamping himself to a leg before realizing what he’d done and pulling away. But this time…
This time he was… almost sad. Somber, really. Gilbert didn’t get sad, after all. There was no hug, just a long stare before a quiet “Guten Tag.” Then he turned away and walked off. Ludwig wasn’t there to greet her at all.
She stood at the door, blinking in confusion for a long moment before scooping up her bags and chasing after him. “Preußen! Preußen, what be going on here?” she called after him, skirts flowing and nearly tangling around her legs. He didn’t answer, just kept walking away from her. His shoulders were slumped forward, head bowed. He hadn’t lost some battle, she knew that. “Preußen!”
He stopped, seemingly waiting for her to catch up to him. When she did, she only had time to smile and place a hand on his shoulder before her turned on her, roughly grabbing her shoulders and pushing her against the wall. “Preußen?” she asked in a soft voice, very nearly frightened of her old friend as he glared at her, almost angry and with eyes flashing. “Preußen, me friend, what happened?”
There was a long pause before he suddenly pulled her against him in a tight hug, nearly clinging to her. “Don’t leave me, Irland.” he whispered fiercely. “Don’t you ever leave me, understand?”
Oh, she understood now. She smiled and hugged him back just as tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. “Preußen, I promise t’never be leavin’ ye. ‘Tis me friend ye are, and if ye never be leavin’ me, I never be leaving ye.” She tightened her hold when she felt him go stiff as she said that, rubbing his back soothingly.
“You swear that?”
She pulled away slightly, cupping his jaw with one hand, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “I be swearin’ on th’grave o’me Patrick, never will I be leavin’ ye.” There, that brought a small smile to his face, which was quickly overtaken by that arrogant grin she’d become so fond of.
“I knew you wouldn’t! Who would want to, after all?” She laughed softly and picked up her bags again.
“Aye, exactly. Now, let’s go find me laoch beag, hm? ‘Tis unusual not t’be seein’ him.” She smiled brighter when Gilbert draped an arm over her shoulder.
“Ja, he’s probably hiding somewhere, going through a shy period. You remember how your youngest brother was.”
Footnotes:
Irland: German for Ireland
laoch beag: Irish for "little warrior," Ireland's nickname for Germany.
Youngest brother: At this point in time, that would be Northern Ireland.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/DramaDramaDuck
Rating: G
Summary: Ireland visits Prussia in 1748, and nothing is how she expects it.
Timeframe: August, 1748
Word Count: 459, including footnotes
Notes/Warnings: OC, bad accents (Pre-1937), technical crossover. Set after Mello's death in DDD. Posted here instead of the fanworks comm since Ireland is not a DDD character. And many thanks to Cookie for giving me a "ß." I can never find it unless I hit up Google translate.
She hadn’t expected this when she’d arrived for one of her visits. Usually she was greeted by his ever present obnoxious smile, a hug, and Ludwig clamping himself to a leg before realizing what he’d done and pulling away. But this time…
This time he was… almost sad. Somber, really. Gilbert didn’t get sad, after all. There was no hug, just a long stare before a quiet “Guten Tag.” Then he turned away and walked off. Ludwig wasn’t there to greet her at all.
She stood at the door, blinking in confusion for a long moment before scooping up her bags and chasing after him. “Preußen! Preußen, what be going on here?” she called after him, skirts flowing and nearly tangling around her legs. He didn’t answer, just kept walking away from her. His shoulders were slumped forward, head bowed. He hadn’t lost some battle, she knew that. “Preußen!”
He stopped, seemingly waiting for her to catch up to him. When she did, she only had time to smile and place a hand on his shoulder before her turned on her, roughly grabbing her shoulders and pushing her against the wall. “Preußen?” she asked in a soft voice, very nearly frightened of her old friend as he glared at her, almost angry and with eyes flashing. “Preußen, me friend, what happened?”
There was a long pause before he suddenly pulled her against him in a tight hug, nearly clinging to her. “Don’t leave me, Irland.” he whispered fiercely. “Don’t you ever leave me, understand?”
Oh, she understood now. She smiled and hugged him back just as tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. “Preußen, I promise t’never be leavin’ ye. ‘Tis me friend ye are, and if ye never be leavin’ me, I never be leaving ye.” She tightened her hold when she felt him go stiff as she said that, rubbing his back soothingly.
“You swear that?”
She pulled away slightly, cupping his jaw with one hand, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “I be swearin’ on th’grave o’me Patrick, never will I be leavin’ ye.” There, that brought a small smile to his face, which was quickly overtaken by that arrogant grin she’d become so fond of.
“I knew you wouldn’t! Who would want to, after all?” She laughed softly and picked up her bags again.
“Aye, exactly. Now, let’s go find me laoch beag, hm? ‘Tis unusual not t’be seein’ him.” She smiled brighter when Gilbert draped an arm over her shoulder.
“Ja, he’s probably hiding somewhere, going through a shy period. You remember how your youngest brother was.”
Footnotes:
Irland: German for Ireland
laoch beag: Irish for "little warrior," Ireland's nickname for Germany.
Youngest brother: At this point in time, that would be Northern Ireland.