[Fanfic] Healing Old Wounds Ch. 2 [Commieburger]
Title: Healing Old Wounds
Author/Artist: Me
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Eventual Commieburger (America x North Korea), South Korea, China, and probably the majority of the other canon characters.
Rating: This chapter, K. Later T to M, not sure yet.
Warnings: CommunistxCapitalist, slight OOCness, maybe angst, possibly suggestive material later on.
Summary: America takes an interest in a certain communist regime and sets out on a mission to win him over, hoping to settle some of the more troubling things from their past along the way.
In this chapter...
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, Canada, OC!Mexico, mentions of several OC!nations as well as mentions of a few canons, China, South Korea, North Korea.
Rating: This chapter, K.
Warnings: Nothing, really? A joke about Taco Bell...? >>;;
Summary: America finishes up with a meeting with Canada, Mexico, and Cuba, and afterwards has some free time to wander around and poke his nose where it's not supposed to go.
I'M SUPER SORRY FOR THE RIDICULOUSLY LONG WAIT. D: I didn't forget about this, I swear! I'm in my last week of school so things are hectic, but I managed to find some time to write last night. The positive side though, all that time not writing on this fic gave me time to plan out the plot some, so I know where I actually want to take the story now. c:
Earlier chapters:
Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
The rest of the day went by rather slowly, each of the nations heading off to their respective ‘mini-meetings’ to discuss things with allies or nations with similar interests. All of it was in preparation to get ready for the larger meetings that would be taking place throughout the week, which involved more of the nations trying to come to an agreement on larger issues.
America, who was currently seated in a meeting with Canada, Mexico, and Cuba, rested his chin lazily in his palm, propping himself up by the elbow. This meeting was aimed mostly at border problems-illegal immigrants from Mexico, people coming over to Florida from Cuba, Americans sneaking into Canada and vice versa…
Mexico, rather loud, dark-haired man, was rambling on and on about something, his voice hitting exceptionally loud points every once in a while that would occasionally jolt America from his day-dreaming. The American was actually staring past the rapidly-speaking Mexican at the wall, his eyes scouring the texture for little pictures-an activity he’d done when he was bored since childhood. He’d stare at the carpet, at the ceiling, into the dirt, at the clouds-all looking for little pictures. It was a habit he had never quite grown out of, and-oh, was Mexico talking to him?
“And furthermore, you need to-¡oye! Gringo, are you listening?”
America glanced up at him lazily. “Huh? Oh, yes, sorry, please continue,” he said with a wave of his hand.
Mexico seemed to seethe a little. “Escucha, mi amigo. I’m not here to yap at you and have you not listen! Pay attention.”
America nodded and the Mexican went on, but America was only vaguely listening.
After what seemed like forever and with few agreements made, the meeting ended and the nations began to gather up their things and file out the door. America seemed to take longer than the others, still day dreaming as he gathered up his things.
“You seemed out of it today…” someone said, causing America to jump. No one had been there before! He thought it must be a ghost! But he turned around and it was just his brother Canada, standing there and staring at him quietly.
“Oh…haha…” he laughed embarrassedly. “I didn’t see you there, Mattie.”
“Sorry…” his brother said softly, offering a shy smile. He had a tendency to go a bit unnoticed since he was so quiet. America bet he could beat any of Japan and his ninjas the way he managed to sneak around. “Are you okay?” the Canadian asked.
“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m great, Bro!” America replied with a laugh and a smile.
Canada continued to stare at him. “You just seemed…out of it…” he repeated, tilting his head just slightly. “Like…unfocused. Is there something bothering you?”
“N…no…” America said slowly. He didn’t feel like he’d been any more unfocused than he usually was! He did have a tendency to day dream, but surely he hadn’t been letting his thoughts drift any more than he usually did. At least, he didn’t feel like he had been, but when you day dream like that, surely it would be possible to lose track of exactly how much time you spent day dreaming. “I’m fine, Mattie!”
His brother didn’t really look convinced. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Mattie, I’m positive!” America insisted, smiling still, though he was actually beginning to get a bit annoyed. “Geez, you’re like a mom or something! Relax, I’m fine.”
Sighing, Canada seemed to accept that there was nothing wrong, at least for the time being. It was pretty obvious that he wasn’t totally convinced, but he had nothing to go on. So for the moment, he nodded. “Okay, fine…”
Frowning, America walked over and threw and arm around his brother’s shoulder. “Look, I’m fine, I swear!” he beamed. “I had coffee this morning. Maybe it’s just weird British coffee messing with my head.”
The Canadian seemed to like this idea a bit better. “A-alright…I guess you’re probably right. It must just be a mixture of jet lag and bad coffee.” He chuckled softly. “I guess I’ve been feeling a bit like that too. Maybe that’s the reason Mexico was so short-tempered today as well.”
America began leading them out the door, his arm still draped over Canada’s shoulder. “Yeah, either that, or he was upset because I offered to buy him Taco Bell earlier.”
“O-oh…” Canada said, looking like he was trying to hold back a laugh and failing. “Well, there’s no better way to upset him than offering to buy him fake Mexican food, I suppose…”
“Haha, that’s what makes him so easy to mess with!” America went on, satisfied that the subject had drifted far enough away from Canada’s previous concern. “Next time I’m gonna offer him taco pizza.”
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Once Canada had gone to take care of some other business, America once again took the opportunity to stroll around. A lot of the other nations where still in meetings, so the halls were mostly empty. He was alone once again, except this time he wasn’t looking for peace and quiet.
No, this time he was just plain bored. He was looking for someone to entertain him, but the only nations who seemed to be around were all ones who hated him. And they were all grouped up in one little area talking with each other too. Not safe ground, by any means.
He quickly shuffled past them, doing his best not to look at any of them.
Once he’d gotten past the hostile looking nations in the lobby, he was in another area with a bunch of conference rooms. The doors all had a small rectangular window in them, and America, being the curious person he was, couldn’t help but poke his nose in on other people’s business. Just a little… They wouldn’t even know as long as they didn’t see him right?
In the first room he peeked in, he saw several eastern European nations. Russia didn’t seem to be there, but it was almost certain he’d popped up in conversation more than a few times if Latvia’s current expression was any indication. Nothing too interesting there, so he moved on.
The next room was several of the South American nations. If America’s Spanish had been good enough to pick up more of their rapid speech, he might have stuck around to eavesdrop. They were certainly yelling across the table loud enough to be heard from outside… But regardless, his ear for Spanish wasn’t good enough to decipher anything worth listening to, so on to the next room it was.
The third room was…more yelling, unsurprisingly enough. Except this time insults were being thrown around in a strange hodge-podge of several different Asian languages that America would’ve had no hope of deciphering even if they hadn’t been speaking so quickly. It wasn’t clear exactly what was going on, except that whatever they had been talking about had devolved from civil conversation into something that bordered on WWIII. Several of them looked like they were ready to tear each other’s throats out, and China was practically standing on the table trying to get them all to calm down, but to no avail.
America backed away a step, still peering in through the window, but hoping the distance would give him less chance of being spotted. The last thing he wanted was a bunch of really angry nations finding out he’d been eavesdropping (not that he had any idea what they were saying anyway). But he wouldn’t have to worry about that for too much longer.
A second later he stepped back from the door completely. Whatever had been going on in there, it was over now-as was the meeting apparently. A shaken looking Japan was the first to scurry out the door, followed by Indonesia and Malaysia close behind. America pretended like he’d simply been walking by at the time, hanging off to the side as Philippines and Taiwan marched out angrily.
Now, America had been wondering if his commie friend North Korea was in there. He hadn’t been able to see with all the chaos, but his question was answered a few moments later. After another four Asian nations and filed out the door, last but not least, came China, dragging a Korean along by the arm with each hand-North with his left and South with his right. America simply stood by and watched, knowing it was definitely best not to butt in when it involved the Koreas and with China looking as pissed as he did just then.
As China dragged the twins past America and down the hall, he seemed to be lecturing them in very, very angry sounding Mandarin. He wasn’t sure what had happened, whether either of the Koreas had actually started it, or how whatever it was managed to get all of the rest of Asia involved, but America was sure something had gone down in there, and it had definitely involved those two.
Author/Artist: Me
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Eventual Commieburger (America x North Korea), South Korea, China, and probably the majority of the other canon characters.
Rating: This chapter, K. Later T to M, not sure yet.
Warnings: CommunistxCapitalist, slight OOCness, maybe angst, possibly suggestive material later on.
Summary: America takes an interest in a certain communist regime and sets out on a mission to win him over, hoping to settle some of the more troubling things from their past along the way.
In this chapter...
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, Canada, OC!Mexico, mentions of several OC!nations as well as mentions of a few canons, China, South Korea, North Korea.
Rating: This chapter, K.
Warnings: Nothing, really? A joke about Taco Bell...? >>;;
Summary: America finishes up with a meeting with Canada, Mexico, and Cuba, and afterwards has some free time to wander around and poke his nose where it's not supposed to go.
I'M SUPER SORRY FOR THE RIDICULOUSLY LONG WAIT. D: I didn't forget about this, I swear! I'm in my last week of school so things are hectic, but I managed to find some time to write last night. The positive side though, all that time not writing on this fic gave me time to plan out the plot some, so I know where I actually want to take the story now. c:
Earlier chapters:
Chapter 1
-----------------
Chapter 2
The rest of the day went by rather slowly, each of the nations heading off to their respective ‘mini-meetings’ to discuss things with allies or nations with similar interests. All of it was in preparation to get ready for the larger meetings that would be taking place throughout the week, which involved more of the nations trying to come to an agreement on larger issues.
America, who was currently seated in a meeting with Canada, Mexico, and Cuba, rested his chin lazily in his palm, propping himself up by the elbow. This meeting was aimed mostly at border problems-illegal immigrants from Mexico, people coming over to Florida from Cuba, Americans sneaking into Canada and vice versa…
Mexico, rather loud, dark-haired man, was rambling on and on about something, his voice hitting exceptionally loud points every once in a while that would occasionally jolt America from his day-dreaming. The American was actually staring past the rapidly-speaking Mexican at the wall, his eyes scouring the texture for little pictures-an activity he’d done when he was bored since childhood. He’d stare at the carpet, at the ceiling, into the dirt, at the clouds-all looking for little pictures. It was a habit he had never quite grown out of, and-oh, was Mexico talking to him?
“And furthermore, you need to-¡oye! Gringo, are you listening?”
America glanced up at him lazily. “Huh? Oh, yes, sorry, please continue,” he said with a wave of his hand.
Mexico seemed to seethe a little. “Escucha, mi amigo. I’m not here to yap at you and have you not listen! Pay attention.”
America nodded and the Mexican went on, but America was only vaguely listening.
After what seemed like forever and with few agreements made, the meeting ended and the nations began to gather up their things and file out the door. America seemed to take longer than the others, still day dreaming as he gathered up his things.
“You seemed out of it today…” someone said, causing America to jump. No one had been there before! He thought it must be a ghost! But he turned around and it was just his brother Canada, standing there and staring at him quietly.
“Oh…haha…” he laughed embarrassedly. “I didn’t see you there, Mattie.”
“Sorry…” his brother said softly, offering a shy smile. He had a tendency to go a bit unnoticed since he was so quiet. America bet he could beat any of Japan and his ninjas the way he managed to sneak around. “Are you okay?” the Canadian asked.
“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m great, Bro!” America replied with a laugh and a smile.
Canada continued to stare at him. “You just seemed…out of it…” he repeated, tilting his head just slightly. “Like…unfocused. Is there something bothering you?”
“N…no…” America said slowly. He didn’t feel like he’d been any more unfocused than he usually was! He did have a tendency to day dream, but surely he hadn’t been letting his thoughts drift any more than he usually did. At least, he didn’t feel like he had been, but when you day dream like that, surely it would be possible to lose track of exactly how much time you spent day dreaming. “I’m fine, Mattie!”
His brother didn’t really look convinced. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Mattie, I’m positive!” America insisted, smiling still, though he was actually beginning to get a bit annoyed. “Geez, you’re like a mom or something! Relax, I’m fine.”
Sighing, Canada seemed to accept that there was nothing wrong, at least for the time being. It was pretty obvious that he wasn’t totally convinced, but he had nothing to go on. So for the moment, he nodded. “Okay, fine…”
Frowning, America walked over and threw and arm around his brother’s shoulder. “Look, I’m fine, I swear!” he beamed. “I had coffee this morning. Maybe it’s just weird British coffee messing with my head.”
The Canadian seemed to like this idea a bit better. “A-alright…I guess you’re probably right. It must just be a mixture of jet lag and bad coffee.” He chuckled softly. “I guess I’ve been feeling a bit like that too. Maybe that’s the reason Mexico was so short-tempered today as well.”
America began leading them out the door, his arm still draped over Canada’s shoulder. “Yeah, either that, or he was upset because I offered to buy him Taco Bell earlier.”
“O-oh…” Canada said, looking like he was trying to hold back a laugh and failing. “Well, there’s no better way to upset him than offering to buy him fake Mexican food, I suppose…”
“Haha, that’s what makes him so easy to mess with!” America went on, satisfied that the subject had drifted far enough away from Canada’s previous concern. “Next time I’m gonna offer him taco pizza.”
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Once Canada had gone to take care of some other business, America once again took the opportunity to stroll around. A lot of the other nations where still in meetings, so the halls were mostly empty. He was alone once again, except this time he wasn’t looking for peace and quiet.
No, this time he was just plain bored. He was looking for someone to entertain him, but the only nations who seemed to be around were all ones who hated him. And they were all grouped up in one little area talking with each other too. Not safe ground, by any means.
He quickly shuffled past them, doing his best not to look at any of them.
Once he’d gotten past the hostile looking nations in the lobby, he was in another area with a bunch of conference rooms. The doors all had a small rectangular window in them, and America, being the curious person he was, couldn’t help but poke his nose in on other people’s business. Just a little… They wouldn’t even know as long as they didn’t see him right?
In the first room he peeked in, he saw several eastern European nations. Russia didn’t seem to be there, but it was almost certain he’d popped up in conversation more than a few times if Latvia’s current expression was any indication. Nothing too interesting there, so he moved on.
The next room was several of the South American nations. If America’s Spanish had been good enough to pick up more of their rapid speech, he might have stuck around to eavesdrop. They were certainly yelling across the table loud enough to be heard from outside… But regardless, his ear for Spanish wasn’t good enough to decipher anything worth listening to, so on to the next room it was.
The third room was…more yelling, unsurprisingly enough. Except this time insults were being thrown around in a strange hodge-podge of several different Asian languages that America would’ve had no hope of deciphering even if they hadn’t been speaking so quickly. It wasn’t clear exactly what was going on, except that whatever they had been talking about had devolved from civil conversation into something that bordered on WWIII. Several of them looked like they were ready to tear each other’s throats out, and China was practically standing on the table trying to get them all to calm down, but to no avail.
America backed away a step, still peering in through the window, but hoping the distance would give him less chance of being spotted. The last thing he wanted was a bunch of really angry nations finding out he’d been eavesdropping (not that he had any idea what they were saying anyway). But he wouldn’t have to worry about that for too much longer.
A second later he stepped back from the door completely. Whatever had been going on in there, it was over now-as was the meeting apparently. A shaken looking Japan was the first to scurry out the door, followed by Indonesia and Malaysia close behind. America pretended like he’d simply been walking by at the time, hanging off to the side as Philippines and Taiwan marched out angrily.
Now, America had been wondering if his commie friend North Korea was in there. He hadn’t been able to see with all the chaos, but his question was answered a few moments later. After another four Asian nations and filed out the door, last but not least, came China, dragging a Korean along by the arm with each hand-North with his left and South with his right. America simply stood by and watched, knowing it was definitely best not to butt in when it involved the Koreas and with China looking as pissed as he did just then.
As China dragged the twins past America and down the hall, he seemed to be lecturing them in very, very angry sounding Mandarin. He wasn’t sure what had happened, whether either of the Koreas had actually started it, or how whatever it was managed to get all of the rest of Asia involved, but America was sure something had gone down in there, and it had definitely involved those two.