SED: Air Mail 1&2
Series: Hetalia
Title: Scorched-Earth Drabbles: Air Mail Pt. 1&2
Author: Fictatious
Character(s): Hungary, GilBird
Rating: 13
Warnings: violence, history and swearing
Summary: Elizaveta recieves a desturbing note.
Previous:
The Illusionist
Revolutions
The Solution Pt. 1
The Solution Pt. 2
Unwilling Participant Pt. 1
Unwilling Participant Pt. 2
The Bunker Pt. 1
The Bunker Pt. 2
Air Mail takes place just after The Solution.
Part One
Tap tap. Taptaptap. Tap. Taptaptaptaptaptaptap.
Elizaveta yawned and stretched her arms up over her head before letting them drop back to the bed with a sigh. After a few moments of staring sleepily up at the ceiling, she pushed herself up on her elbows and looked for the tapping sound. She spotted one of Gilbert's black eagles sitting outside the window and casting her an irritable look before pecking at the glass again.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming," she said, rolling out of bed with a small grin. Honestly, she really didn't understand why Gilbert was still so enamoured of avian communication. A phone call took seconds and a message by eagle took two or three days, but no, he could never just be practical; the birds were more ostentatious after all. "All right, what have you got for me?" she asked, opening the window and putting out a hand to see if this was one of the ones that would let her pet it. It obliged, clicking its beak in a way that Elizaveta thought of as bird-purring.
"Aren't you a pretty girl," she giggled at the large bird, stroking its head a few times before fussing with the latch of the little case strapped to its leg. She tugged a rolled piece of paper out of it and ran a finger under the eagle's chin before flattening the note and studying the even-messier-than-usual message scrawled across it.
Situation not awesome.
Something hurts bad.
Elizaveta frowned at the note. The telegram-like clipped sentences were normal for Gilbert, but usually the message was some inane joke that only he understood, often cryptic but not usually this... she wasn't sure what this was.
She sighed and went back over to her bed, sitting down on the edge of it and picking up her phone. She rang out and waited for the long-distance call to connect. "Gilbert Beilshmidt, please," she said in a cheerful voice when the operator picked up.
"One moment please."
After a few seconds the phone started ringing. And as it kept ringing, Elizaveta tried to quash a feeling of unease rising within her. Gilbert had just wandered off, that was all. He could never sit still and he frequently didn't answer his phone. Just as she was about to hang up the receiver, there was a click at the other end of the line and an unfamiliar voice came on.
"Who is this?" the voice demanded rudely.
Elizaveta blinked in surprise, taking a moment to resettle herself and respond. "This is Elizaveta Hedervary. I was calling for Gilbert Beilshmidt. Perhaps the operator connected me to the wrong line..."
"You have the right line," the voice responded impatiently. "Heir Beilshmidt is indisposed at this time and can not take calls. If you will tell me a message, I will see that he gets it."
"Ah, well, there's not really a message..." she frowned. Gilbert was never 'indisposed.' He wasn't given any important jobs because he had a distinct habit embarrassing the Party. "I think perhaps I will just call Heir Edelstein instead..."
"He is indisposed as well."
Elizaveta's stomach sank and she bit her lip for a moment before trying again. "Perhaps Ludwig, then."
"He is quite busy. Is there a message, Fraulien Hedervary?"
She was silent for several moments, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. "... Just that one of them call me back when the time is more convenient," she said at last.
"I will pass that along. Hail Hitler!"
There was a click as the line went dead. Elizaveta set down the phone and stared at it for several minutes before getting up and walking back over to where Gilbert's eagle was preening itself on the windowsill. She flattened out the strange note against the sill and picked up a pen to write on the back of it. The eagle snapped its beak at the end of the pen a few times as it moved.
What's happened?
Where are you?
She rolled the paper back into a cylinder and tucked it into the bird's carrying pouch.
...
Part Two
Elizaveta tossed her coat on the bed and had stared to take down her hair when she heard the tapping. She ran to the window and pulled it quickly open but was startled to find not one, but four eagles sitting on the sill, glaring up at her. Something about that made her blood run cold. Surely Gilbert hadn't written her an essay, why would he need to send so many?
One of the birds invited itself into her room and flapped over to perch on the back of her chair. Elizaveta watched it move and then the other birds seemed to follow suit, apparently having gotten tired of her windowsill. She looked at them for a moment and then slid the window shut and walked over to them. The first pouch she checked was empty. No message at all contained within the cylindrical case. Her stomach sank lower and she was pecked by the next bird when she was a bit too rough opening its pouch. It was also empty.
The third had a note in it. Elizaveta felt a surge of relief as she unrolled it and spotted both Gilbert and Roderich's handwriting. Until the meaning of the words sank in.
In Gilbert's messy hand:
You're beautiful. Survive.
And in Roderich's much neater cursive:
I love you.
Elizaveta found that her hands were shaking. She tossed the note down and chased down the last eagle as it tried to avoid her, hopping across the table. Its pouch was empty like the first two. Only one bird had been needed to carry the note. Why were the other three here? This had to be some kind of twisted joke. Gilbert no doubt thought it was hilarious.
She ran over to her bedside and grabbed the phone, dialing out and waiting impatiently for the operator to answer. Her heart was racing as she fidgeted with the cord.
"Operator."
"Gilbert Beilshmidt," Elizaveta ordered into the receiver, louder than necessary.
"One moment please..." there was a pause and then the operator’s voice came back on, sounding bewildered. "I... don't seem to have a connection for Heir Beilshmidt..."
"What do you mean? I called last week! He has a line," Elizaveta nearly shouted.
"I... I'm not sure... It seems that it may have been disconnected. I don't have a listing for him..."
"What about Roderich Edelstein?" Elizaveta could feel hysteria starting to swell in her chest like a balloon.
"... I don't seem to have a listing for him either..." the operator’s voice was confused and apologetic.
"Ludwig then! Ludwig Beilshmidt!"
"It... It's..."
"You know who they are, don't you?!" Elizaveta demanded in a sharp, angry tone.
"Yes of course I do! But... it's just... I don't have a listing..."
Elizaveta slammed the phone into the receiver and sat down heavily on the edge of her bed. She hugged her arms around herself and whimpered. Then she started to cry outright. Soon she was sobbing hysterically and rocking herself. There was a flapping of large wings near her head and then talons closed around her unprotected shoulder, poking painfully into her skin. A beak started to pick at her hair affectionately.
Elizaveta shuddered and sobbed, glancing over to the table with the other three birds hopping on and around it. She knew why they were here. Gilbert wanted her to take care of them. What she didn't know, what terrified her, was why Gilbert couldn't look after his precious babies himself.
Title: Scorched-Earth Drabbles: Air Mail Pt. 1&2
Author: Fictatious
Character(s): Hungary, GilBird
Rating: 13
Warnings: violence, history and swearing
Summary: Elizaveta recieves a desturbing note.
Previous:
The Illusionist
Revolutions
The Solution Pt. 1
The Solution Pt. 2
Unwilling Participant Pt. 1
Unwilling Participant Pt. 2
The Bunker Pt. 1
The Bunker Pt. 2
Air Mail takes place just after The Solution.
Part One
Tap tap. Taptaptap. Tap. Taptaptaptaptaptaptap.
Elizaveta yawned and stretched her arms up over her head before letting them drop back to the bed with a sigh. After a few moments of staring sleepily up at the ceiling, she pushed herself up on her elbows and looked for the tapping sound. She spotted one of Gilbert's black eagles sitting outside the window and casting her an irritable look before pecking at the glass again.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming," she said, rolling out of bed with a small grin. Honestly, she really didn't understand why Gilbert was still so enamoured of avian communication. A phone call took seconds and a message by eagle took two or three days, but no, he could never just be practical; the birds were more ostentatious after all. "All right, what have you got for me?" she asked, opening the window and putting out a hand to see if this was one of the ones that would let her pet it. It obliged, clicking its beak in a way that Elizaveta thought of as bird-purring.
"Aren't you a pretty girl," she giggled at the large bird, stroking its head a few times before fussing with the latch of the little case strapped to its leg. She tugged a rolled piece of paper out of it and ran a finger under the eagle's chin before flattening the note and studying the even-messier-than-usual message scrawled across it.
Situation not awesome.
Something hurts bad.
Elizaveta frowned at the note. The telegram-like clipped sentences were normal for Gilbert, but usually the message was some inane joke that only he understood, often cryptic but not usually this... she wasn't sure what this was.
She sighed and went back over to her bed, sitting down on the edge of it and picking up her phone. She rang out and waited for the long-distance call to connect. "Gilbert Beilshmidt, please," she said in a cheerful voice when the operator picked up.
"One moment please."
After a few seconds the phone started ringing. And as it kept ringing, Elizaveta tried to quash a feeling of unease rising within her. Gilbert had just wandered off, that was all. He could never sit still and he frequently didn't answer his phone. Just as she was about to hang up the receiver, there was a click at the other end of the line and an unfamiliar voice came on.
"Who is this?" the voice demanded rudely.
Elizaveta blinked in surprise, taking a moment to resettle herself and respond. "This is Elizaveta Hedervary. I was calling for Gilbert Beilshmidt. Perhaps the operator connected me to the wrong line..."
"You have the right line," the voice responded impatiently. "Heir Beilshmidt is indisposed at this time and can not take calls. If you will tell me a message, I will see that he gets it."
"Ah, well, there's not really a message..." she frowned. Gilbert was never 'indisposed.' He wasn't given any important jobs because he had a distinct habit embarrassing the Party. "I think perhaps I will just call Heir Edelstein instead..."
"He is indisposed as well."
Elizaveta's stomach sank and she bit her lip for a moment before trying again. "Perhaps Ludwig, then."
"He is quite busy. Is there a message, Fraulien Hedervary?"
She was silent for several moments, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. "... Just that one of them call me back when the time is more convenient," she said at last.
"I will pass that along. Hail Hitler!"
There was a click as the line went dead. Elizaveta set down the phone and stared at it for several minutes before getting up and walking back over to where Gilbert's eagle was preening itself on the windowsill. She flattened out the strange note against the sill and picked up a pen to write on the back of it. The eagle snapped its beak at the end of the pen a few times as it moved.
What's happened?
Where are you?
She rolled the paper back into a cylinder and tucked it into the bird's carrying pouch.
...
Part Two
Elizaveta tossed her coat on the bed and had stared to take down her hair when she heard the tapping. She ran to the window and pulled it quickly open but was startled to find not one, but four eagles sitting on the sill, glaring up at her. Something about that made her blood run cold. Surely Gilbert hadn't written her an essay, why would he need to send so many?
One of the birds invited itself into her room and flapped over to perch on the back of her chair. Elizaveta watched it move and then the other birds seemed to follow suit, apparently having gotten tired of her windowsill. She looked at them for a moment and then slid the window shut and walked over to them. The first pouch she checked was empty. No message at all contained within the cylindrical case. Her stomach sank lower and she was pecked by the next bird when she was a bit too rough opening its pouch. It was also empty.
The third had a note in it. Elizaveta felt a surge of relief as she unrolled it and spotted both Gilbert and Roderich's handwriting. Until the meaning of the words sank in.
In Gilbert's messy hand:
You're beautiful. Survive.
And in Roderich's much neater cursive:
I love you.
Elizaveta found that her hands were shaking. She tossed the note down and chased down the last eagle as it tried to avoid her, hopping across the table. Its pouch was empty like the first two. Only one bird had been needed to carry the note. Why were the other three here? This had to be some kind of twisted joke. Gilbert no doubt thought it was hilarious.
She ran over to her bedside and grabbed the phone, dialing out and waiting impatiently for the operator to answer. Her heart was racing as she fidgeted with the cord.
"Operator."
"Gilbert Beilshmidt," Elizaveta ordered into the receiver, louder than necessary.
"One moment please..." there was a pause and then the operator’s voice came back on, sounding bewildered. "I... don't seem to have a connection for Heir Beilshmidt..."
"What do you mean? I called last week! He has a line," Elizaveta nearly shouted.
"I... I'm not sure... It seems that it may have been disconnected. I don't have a listing for him..."
"What about Roderich Edelstein?" Elizaveta could feel hysteria starting to swell in her chest like a balloon.
"... I don't seem to have a listing for him either..." the operator’s voice was confused and apologetic.
"Ludwig then! Ludwig Beilshmidt!"
"It... It's..."
"You know who they are, don't you?!" Elizaveta demanded in a sharp, angry tone.
"Yes of course I do! But... it's just... I don't have a listing..."
Elizaveta slammed the phone into the receiver and sat down heavily on the edge of her bed. She hugged her arms around herself and whimpered. Then she started to cry outright. Soon she was sobbing hysterically and rocking herself. There was a flapping of large wings near her head and then talons closed around her unprotected shoulder, poking painfully into her skin. A beak started to pick at her hair affectionately.
Elizaveta shuddered and sobbed, glancing over to the table with the other three birds hopping on and around it. She knew why they were here. Gilbert wanted her to take care of them. What she didn't know, what terrified her, was why Gilbert couldn't look after his precious babies himself.