{fanfic} The World, Piece By Piece (1, 2, 3/64) {Hetalia}
Title: 2 a.m.
Rating: PG
Character(s): England
Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): The Blitz?
Summary: It was still happening in the early morning on December 30, 1940.
Author's Notes: The evening of December 29 was the beginning of the Second Great Fire of London, the most destructive raid of the London Blitz. Over 1,500 fires were started, stretching from Islington to St. Paul's Churchyard. The Cathedral was saved by dedicated firemen and St. Paul's Watch who kept the fires breaking out on the roof from spreading.
They kept coming down. It was worse than the screaming of the high explosive bombs, was the sound of the firebombs. They had been going for hours.
England felt as if he was going to go mad.
It was the repetition that kept them going. Only the hope they could save one thing tonight. Keep the fires at bay. Keep the fires away from St. Paul's Cathedral. There was no stopping. If any of them halted, the fires would come, sweeping across the churchyard. If any of the Watch stopped the roof would be aflame and all of this hard work would be for naught.
Something had to be won this night. England had not seen London so ablaze since 1666. If his hazy mind availed him, just for this moment, he would forget how small that fire seemed now. And that it was not only London.
Somewhere inside of him he was screaming.
Somewhere outside of him he put out another fire.
If only his tears were enough to cleanse the burns from his people.
Title: Metaphor
Rating: G
Character(s): Japan, America
Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): N/A
Summary: Sometimes, Japan thinks too much.
America was a hamburger.
An American one, of course. No other country had the sheer amount of ingredients, or the size, to really compare.
He was the meat. He was the substance of the food. He was the reason people bought the hamburger and he was the part people enjoyed the most, even if they believed they needed everything else to make him so. They had the choice and he did not mind, as long as the meat patty was consumed.
The cheese, pickles, tomatoes, lettuce, and onions; Dill, Gherkin, Polish, Lime; Provolone, Cheddar, Liederkranz, Velveeta; Cherry, Black Krim, Purple Haze, Juliet; Butterhead, Looseleaf, Romaine, Batavian; Welsh, Leek, Bulb, Tree... Those were his people. The so many varieties that would meet each other every day, the ever changing constant of the American population.
Then there were the condiments. Ketchup, mayonnaise, mustard, relish... Those were his lands. The seasoning, the differences and yet, they were all his. That was what made them similar. They all were free and people chose to stay with what they had or to move to another mixture.
Covered in the uniform bread (of whatever type one wanted) which kept all of these nuances under the same roof. Those were his freedoms, that Constitution, those Amendments...
Japan found after this depth of thought he was hungry.
So he went and ate a hamburger.
“You are a hamburger,” Japan told him one day.
America laughed. Japan figured he didn't get it.
Title: Sky
Rating: G
Character(s): Canada, Russia
Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): N/A
Summary: He had been in love with her for as long as he could remember.
Author's Notes: The effect of a natural light display in the Northern Hemisphere was named Aurora Borealis by Pierre Gassendi in 1621. Aurora for the Roman Goddess of Dawn and Borealis for Boreas, the Greek name for the North Wind.
She was a far and long time in coming, but it was because of her the lights existed. Matthew's breath ghosted from his mouth and blurred his vision for a moment.
Those lights. He never grew tired of them. Even in the few moments he wished for other things, he took it all back. He wanted nothing to change, as long as Aurora and Boreas came to visit him. As long as they brought along his Northern Lights, Matthew could be content. Hand clutched into white fur and he would simply watch.
He would go further North, to where others would never decide on a whim to go, and watch there, sitting in snow and bear keeping him warm. Everything else in the world could just do its own thing for a little while. Just a little while, until he came back to it.
Frozen winds would beat against him and Matthew would smile. Whether one had to ruin the magic of the moment with astronomy, atmosphere, it did not matter. The point was the wind had brought him here and she, the light so far in the distance, brought the colours to him.
Of the Amenoi, he loved Boreas the most.
But that was no match of his love for Aurora.
And from his side of the world, Ivan was inclined to agree.