[Fanfic] The Kid: Chapter 11/24
Title: The Kid
Author/Artist: MoyaKite
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Mainly Prussia, Germany, and Freddy (little kid!OC), but almost everyone could end up in here eventually. (In this chapter: Prussia and Canada, mainly; Germany, America, and Japan are present, but they're not as visible as Freddy and Romano.)
Rating: G (thus far)
Warnings: Fluff, discussions of mortality, potential for future character death
Summary: Simply put, Prussia goes backpacking across Europe and finds a kid. What sort of a dad would Prussia be, anyway?
Author's Notes: The original (which started on the kink meme) is here. I'm extremely fond of this story, so it's likely to continue as long as people keep showing interest. The more comments I get, the quicker I'll update. Also, sorry for the delay... The rough draft of my thesis was due on Tuesday, and I've been playing catch up on a lot of things this week. I tried to write a chapter almost every night since I posted the previous chapter, but... Well, I've just been much too tired. I think I'll pass out now. I hope this chapter doesn't totally fail. I'm dead tired.
Freddy attached himself to Romano's hip in the course of the next hour or two; Prussia stood next to Canada in the corner, watching them both. Freddy was chattering excitedly in Italian while Germany, Japan, and America talked about science and engineering on the couch. Italy and Spain had yet to return from the kitchen, although France's laughter echoed down the hallway.
“You should take a nap,” Canada said quietly, hands clasped awkwardly behind him. “You're dead on your feet.”
“I'm not dead yet,” Prussia mumbled back. Freddy yawned, and Prussia yawned in response. The human-feeling dug itself into his muscles, weighed down his eyelids, made him sway on his feet-he felt half-dead already, in a way that was different from anything he'd experienced as a nation. Even the exhaustion at the end of a war-the feeling of his people's weariness, the scorch of burned earth... Prussia jolted awake as Canada touched his shoulder.
“I'll keep an eye on Freddy,” Canada insisted, squeezing Prussia's shoulder to steady him. “Romano's softer than he lets on. Freddy'll be fine, and I can wake you up when the food is ready.”
“It's not even noon yet,” Prussia muttered, blinking to clear his eyes. The world was blurring; Prussia pulled away from Canada and stretched, cracking his back. “I'm not missing Freddy's birthday.”
Canada sighed and leaned back against the wall.
“You'll pass out at the table,” Canada said, looking at the floor.
“Snap a picture,” Prussia replied, grinning. “You can blackmail me later.”
Canada snorted. “Romano's telling the story about when he first met Belgium,” Canada said, a smile tugging at one corner of his lips. “He's not leaving out the embarrassing parts, either.”
“Like when he begged for a kiss?” Prussia asked, tilting his right ear toward Romano and Freddy. Prussia frowned as he realized that he couldn't make out anything they were saying. “Lovino always skipped to the part where she kissed him when he told me that story.”
Canada shrugged, then sighed. Prussia looked at him, but Canada's eyes were on Freddy.
“Go to sleep, Gilbert, please,” Canada said, watching Freddy laugh. “I'm worried about you.”
“Don't, Mattie,” Prussia replied. “I'm fine, I told you. I'm probably good for another eighty years, right?”
Canada said nothing, and Prussia slumped against the wall. Canada's silence got under his skin.
“Papa!” Freddy called, looking around for Prussia and beaming when he caught his eye. He said something in fluid Italian-and Prussia's brain stuttered. Latin, Spanish, Portuguese, French-his brain tried to parse the Italian in half a dozen other languages before it registered. A headache hit him between the eyes, and Canada's hand was suddenly steadying him again.
“It's okay, Friedrich,” Canada said easily-Prussia understood the English, although he didn't understand the Italian that Freddy replied in. He did, however, recognize the concern in Freddy's voice. “Papa just needs a little nap.”
Prussia saw Freddy nodding, his eyebrows drawn up with worry. Romano looked all too knowing-his guard was down, and he wrapped an arm around Freddy's shoulder to take his attention off of Prussia. Prussia couldn't understand what Romano said next, but it sounded gruff and somehow reassuring. A glance at the couch confirmed that Germany, America, and Japan were totally wrapped up in their conversation; Canada's invisibility temporarily blanketed him, and Canada dragged him to the door-as always, stronger than he looked.
“I told you-” Prussia began, keeping his voice down. Canada leveled him with a glare that startled him enough that he forgot the rest of his sentence before he even thought to glare back.
“You are going to take a nap,” Canada said, his voice low and fierce. Prussia tried to glare back, but his eyelids were too heavy, and he suspected that it was a futile effort. “I'm going to wake you up when it's time to eat. And you are going to stop worrying everyone around you, or, so help me, Gilbert, I will-” here Canada stammered, adjusted Prussia's weight on his shoulder, and marched resolutely forward. “I will cut off your pancake privileges!”
Chapter Guide: ( Ch. 1) ( Ch. 2) ( Ch. 3) ( Ch. 4) ( Ch. 5) ( Ch. 6) ( Ch. 7) ( Ch. 8) ( Ch. 9) ( Ch. 10) ( Ch. 11) ( Ch. 12) ( Ch. 13) ( Ch. 14) ( Ch. 15) ( Ch. 16) ( Ch. 17) ( Ch. 18) ( Ch. 19) ( Ch. 20) ( Ch. 21) ( Ch. 22) ( Ch. 23) ( Ch. 24)
Author/Artist: MoyaKite
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Mainly Prussia, Germany, and Freddy (little kid!OC), but almost everyone could end up in here eventually. (In this chapter: Prussia and Canada, mainly; Germany, America, and Japan are present, but they're not as visible as Freddy and Romano.)
Rating: G (thus far)
Warnings: Fluff, discussions of mortality, potential for future character death
Summary: Simply put, Prussia goes backpacking across Europe and finds a kid. What sort of a dad would Prussia be, anyway?
Author's Notes: The original (which started on the kink meme) is here. I'm extremely fond of this story, so it's likely to continue as long as people keep showing interest. The more comments I get, the quicker I'll update. Also, sorry for the delay... The rough draft of my thesis was due on Tuesday, and I've been playing catch up on a lot of things this week. I tried to write a chapter almost every night since I posted the previous chapter, but... Well, I've just been much too tired. I think I'll pass out now. I hope this chapter doesn't totally fail. I'm dead tired.
Freddy attached himself to Romano's hip in the course of the next hour or two; Prussia stood next to Canada in the corner, watching them both. Freddy was chattering excitedly in Italian while Germany, Japan, and America talked about science and engineering on the couch. Italy and Spain had yet to return from the kitchen, although France's laughter echoed down the hallway.
“You should take a nap,” Canada said quietly, hands clasped awkwardly behind him. “You're dead on your feet.”
“I'm not dead yet,” Prussia mumbled back. Freddy yawned, and Prussia yawned in response. The human-feeling dug itself into his muscles, weighed down his eyelids, made him sway on his feet-he felt half-dead already, in a way that was different from anything he'd experienced as a nation. Even the exhaustion at the end of a war-the feeling of his people's weariness, the scorch of burned earth... Prussia jolted awake as Canada touched his shoulder.
“I'll keep an eye on Freddy,” Canada insisted, squeezing Prussia's shoulder to steady him. “Romano's softer than he lets on. Freddy'll be fine, and I can wake you up when the food is ready.”
“It's not even noon yet,” Prussia muttered, blinking to clear his eyes. The world was blurring; Prussia pulled away from Canada and stretched, cracking his back. “I'm not missing Freddy's birthday.”
Canada sighed and leaned back against the wall.
“You'll pass out at the table,” Canada said, looking at the floor.
“Snap a picture,” Prussia replied, grinning. “You can blackmail me later.”
Canada snorted. “Romano's telling the story about when he first met Belgium,” Canada said, a smile tugging at one corner of his lips. “He's not leaving out the embarrassing parts, either.”
“Like when he begged for a kiss?” Prussia asked, tilting his right ear toward Romano and Freddy. Prussia frowned as he realized that he couldn't make out anything they were saying. “Lovino always skipped to the part where she kissed him when he told me that story.”
Canada shrugged, then sighed. Prussia looked at him, but Canada's eyes were on Freddy.
“Go to sleep, Gilbert, please,” Canada said, watching Freddy laugh. “I'm worried about you.”
“Don't, Mattie,” Prussia replied. “I'm fine, I told you. I'm probably good for another eighty years, right?”
Canada said nothing, and Prussia slumped against the wall. Canada's silence got under his skin.
“Papa!” Freddy called, looking around for Prussia and beaming when he caught his eye. He said something in fluid Italian-and Prussia's brain stuttered. Latin, Spanish, Portuguese, French-his brain tried to parse the Italian in half a dozen other languages before it registered. A headache hit him between the eyes, and Canada's hand was suddenly steadying him again.
“It's okay, Friedrich,” Canada said easily-Prussia understood the English, although he didn't understand the Italian that Freddy replied in. He did, however, recognize the concern in Freddy's voice. “Papa just needs a little nap.”
Prussia saw Freddy nodding, his eyebrows drawn up with worry. Romano looked all too knowing-his guard was down, and he wrapped an arm around Freddy's shoulder to take his attention off of Prussia. Prussia couldn't understand what Romano said next, but it sounded gruff and somehow reassuring. A glance at the couch confirmed that Germany, America, and Japan were totally wrapped up in their conversation; Canada's invisibility temporarily blanketed him, and Canada dragged him to the door-as always, stronger than he looked.
“I told you-” Prussia began, keeping his voice down. Canada leveled him with a glare that startled him enough that he forgot the rest of his sentence before he even thought to glare back.
“You are going to take a nap,” Canada said, his voice low and fierce. Prussia tried to glare back, but his eyelids were too heavy, and he suspected that it was a futile effort. “I'm going to wake you up when it's time to eat. And you are going to stop worrying everyone around you, or, so help me, Gilbert, I will-” here Canada stammered, adjusted Prussia's weight on his shoulder, and marched resolutely forward. “I will cut off your pancake privileges!”
Chapter Guide: ( Ch. 1) ( Ch. 2) ( Ch. 3) ( Ch. 4) ( Ch. 5) ( Ch. 6) ( Ch. 7) ( Ch. 8) ( Ch. 9) ( Ch. 10) ( Ch. 11) ( Ch. 12) ( Ch. 13) ( Ch. 14) ( Ch. 15) ( Ch. 16) ( Ch. 17) ( Ch. 18) ( Ch. 19) ( Ch. 20) ( Ch. 21) ( Ch. 22) ( Ch. 23) ( Ch. 24)