Vorspeil (1a/7 )
anonymous
July 30 2010, 08:11:37 UTC
Summary = A semi-realistic look at how England and America could have first met, mixed with the story/legend of Pocahontas and John Smith. Native!America/England
A/n: This was originally inspired by otoshigo’s comic “First Meeting, Undraped, Captured, and Immersion and the amazing movie “The New World”. Then by chance I saw this request and thought, oh what the hell and joined it all together. Also, because this might stir up the ire of some people, I feel that there really shouldn’t be “one” representation of the Native Americans, because of their vastly different tribes and cultures. However, because this is hetalia, I gave them just one person. Don’t kill me please? D: Also, I’d recommend watching this video first to set the mood (it’s the opening scene from “the new world”) = http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFkyAD9gS6g&playnext=1&videos=ixr0icUUCWg
Hopefully this isn’t utter fail. -looks around nervously-
Vorspiel (1b/7 )
anonymous
July 30 2010, 08:14:10 UTC
no one saw that title misspelling
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[Arthur]
I stood in the waist high reeds and smelt the air. It was fresh and salty, filled with unbridled life from this virgin land. So clear it burnt the lungs and stung the eyes. This land was rich and untouched, plant life thick and wild. I turned about, staring at the vast emptiness of it all, unable to help marveling at this land apparently untouched for thousands of years.
The men all stared at me, expectation weighing heavily in their gazes.
An area was cleared, buildings were planned and erected. The men often came to me, admitting of seeing shadows in the trees. I scoffed at them, telling them to keep their over-active imaginations to themselves and focus on preparing for winter. Supplies were scant, and food was surprisingly hard to come by. The land was inundated with water, as the men found out when they dug for gold in the middle of the camp. With shallow pools of water sitting in the sun, the feet constantly wet and insects thick, illness and disease spread.
Vorspeil (1c/7 )
anonymous
July 30 2010, 08:15:35 UTC
My people wished to meet them. Our curiosity could no longer be kept away, my words of caution reaching deaf ears. I emerged from a crouch in the center of a wide meadow, another warrior beside me. The strangers stood still, their bodies tense and their eyes shown white.
The man with sun-kissed hair stood still, and was far calmer than the other men behind him. He kept his hands at either side and made no move for the weapons hanging from his waist. Upon nearing, I found his eyes to be the color of spring leaves, vibrant with life
( ... )
Vorspeil (1c/7) IGNORE ABOVE HMTL FAIL
anonymous
July 30 2010, 08:18:37 UTC
sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry
My people wished to meet them. Our curiosity could no longer be kept away, my words of caution reaching deaf ears. I emerged from a crouch in the center of a wide meadow, another warrior beside me. The strangers stood still, their bodies tense and their eyes shown white.
The man with sun-kissed hair stood still, and was far calmer than the other men behind him. He kept his hands at either side and made no move for the weapons hanging from his waist. Upon nearing, I found his eyes to be the color of spring leaves, vibrant with life.
The warrior that came with me held back, growing cautious at the nervous stares of the men. I stepped forward, my nose picking up their unwashed scent. I stared at the green-eyed man and cocked my head. He met my gaze unflinchingly and kept still.
I turned back to the warrior, and sent him a reassuring look. The warrior swallowed and stepped around me, sniffing and gazing upon the strangers. His hand reached out, fingers stretching. The fair man kept still as a tree, and let
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Re: Vorspeil (1c/7) IGNORE ABOVE HMTL FAIL
anonymous
August 7 2010, 17:16:20 UTC
I was actually going to request something like this myself, but now I see that this has been filled~ Keep up the good work, Author!Anon. I can't wait to see more
A/n: This was originally inspired by otoshigo’s comic “First Meeting, Undraped, Captured, and Immersion and the amazing movie “The New World”. Then by chance I saw this request and thought, oh what the hell and joined it all together. Also, because this might stir up the ire of some people, I feel that there really shouldn’t be “one” representation of the Native Americans, because of their vastly different tribes and cultures. However, because this is hetalia, I gave them just one person. Don’t kill me please? D: Also, I’d recommend watching this video first to set the mood (it’s the opening scene from “the new world”) = http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFkyAD9gS6g&playnext=1&videos=ixr0icUUCWg
Hopefully this isn’t utter fail. -looks around nervously-
Come Spirit.
Help us sing ( ... )
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[Arthur]
I stood in the waist high reeds and smelt the air. It was fresh and salty, filled with unbridled life from this virgin land. So clear it burnt the lungs and stung the eyes. This land was rich and untouched, plant life thick and wild. I turned about, staring at the vast emptiness of it all, unable to help marveling at this land apparently untouched for thousands of years.
The men all stared at me, expectation weighing heavily in their gazes.
An area was cleared, buildings were planned and erected. The men often came to me, admitting of seeing shadows in the trees. I scoffed at them, telling them to keep their over-active imaginations to themselves and focus on preparing for winter. Supplies were scant, and food was surprisingly hard to come by. The land was inundated with water, as the men found out when they dug for gold in the middle of the camp. With shallow pools of water sitting in the sun, the feet constantly wet and insects thick, illness and disease spread.
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The man with sun-kissed hair stood still, and was far calmer than the other men behind him. He kept his hands at either side and made no move for the weapons hanging from his waist. Upon nearing, I found his eyes to be the color of spring leaves, vibrant with life ( ... )
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My people wished to meet them. Our curiosity could no longer be kept away, my words of caution reaching deaf ears. I emerged from a crouch in the center of a wide meadow, another warrior beside me. The strangers stood still, their bodies tense and their eyes shown white.
The man with sun-kissed hair stood still, and was far calmer than the other men behind him. He kept his hands at either side and made no move for the weapons hanging from his waist. Upon nearing, I found his eyes to be the color of spring leaves, vibrant with life.
The warrior that came with me held back, growing cautious at the nervous stares of the men. I stepped forward, my nose picking up their unwashed scent. I stared at the green-eyed man and cocked my head. He met my gaze unflinchingly and kept still.
I turned back to the warrior, and sent him a reassuring look. The warrior swallowed and stepped around me, sniffing and gazing upon the strangers. His hand reached out, fingers stretching. The fair man kept still as a tree, and let ( ... )
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