When the Doves Cry
Title: Exchanging Words?
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: hanakoanime (or Abyss)
Words: 520
Rating: PG
Summary: America liked to think of What-if scenarios. This happened to be one of them
Warnings: Human names, School AU, shounen-ai
Note: PART OF THE WHEN THE DOVES CRY SERIES!
America liked to think of “what-if” questions. It would excite him to think that there could be something that existed beyond the world that he knew of. And one of his favorite “what-ifs” was the one where he and Germany were humans that lived in a different world, living different lives—yet somehow meeting in the end.
Today was no different.
Alfred was just walking along the streets, where he would see the same old faces—it seemed that life here was dull, though he didn’t mind…much.
The days here were dull, and he’d often be caught daydreaming in his classes—especially math. This day, he glanced up for once—he heard his teacher saying something about a foreign exchange student.
“This is Ludwig Beilschmidt. He moved from Germany to America, so please make him feel welcomed.”
The students muttered their agreement—most that would not follow through with their promise.
“Maybe it could be in Hawaii,” Alfred mused. “I want to go there more often…”
Alfred noticed only the student, not paying attention to his teammates. He seemed intriguing, and Alfred wanted to make a good first impression—he always wants to make a good first impression to new people.
He invited the German to sit next to him—the seat next to him was empty, and anyone was free to sit where they wanted. “So…uh, Ludwig. What do you think of our school so far?” He was never good with names, so it was shocking to hear him call the new student by his actual name (and not a nickname he made up on the spot.)
“It’s…unusual.”
Before any of them noticed, their time together became more and more frequent—the people on his football team didn’t like this, not one bit.
They confronted him, telling him to stay away from Alfred—or else… He didn’t like walking away from a fight—he would never hear the end of it from his brother—but he knew that a fight with multiple people (no matter how cowardly they were) would end up disastrously for him.
He didn’t stop though—he seemed to do it even more. He would stop by Alfred’s house to work on their homework, to continue their study sessions that the German took upon himself. He would always show a little smirk whenever he caught those people glaring at him.
Alfred, being the oblivious person he is, thought all was well with his friends and Ludwig. The trouble that would happen because of his misconception.
A smack on his head caused him to be jolted out of his thoughts. “Hey!” He turned around just to see those eyes glaring at him.
“If you’re not going to do anything, then leave!” Germany turned away to finish the task he was given.
“But, I had an awesome story to tell you!” America cried out.
Germany pointedly ignored him, hoping the American would get the hint and leave. But, as mentioned before, the American was oblivious and didn’t get the hint. “You can tell me in exchange for leaving everything alone.”
“So, it started with a German exchange student…”
Title: Forgive and Forget
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: hanakoanime (or Abyss)
Words: 560
Rating: PG
Summary: America liked to think of What-if scenarios. This happened to be one of them
Warnings: Minor historical inaccuracy, Human Names, shounen-ai
Note: PART OF THE WHEN THE DOVES CRY SERIES!
If Alfred was ready to move on from the Revolutionary War, it would make things easier for him. But America, like England, wasn’t ready to let go of those times—when he (in his past life) allowed his soldiers to aid the British army.
There wouldn’t be anything wrong with that, per say, but the problem was that America wouldn’t let it go—wouldn’t allow them to go beyond holding hands. He said that he would go beyond those small signs of affection if he would apologize about helping England during his Revolutionary War.
Time and time again, Germany couldn’t apologize because he doesn’t remember that—sometimes, he wonders if America was going crazy, or if he was just plain stupid. He was almost certain that he wasn’t alive—didn’t exist—as a country during that time.
He knew that there were the German states running around the Holy Roman Empire during that time, and that they were Protestant, which meant that they were more inclined to help England, who was also Protestant at the time. He knew that they were technically not a country at the time, and that his (dead) siblings were in charge of the states during the time.
He couldn’t apologize for his siblings’ decisions—even if he did, it wouldn’t be a true apology. He knew that the problem was stemming from the fact that he was being expected to apologize for “his” mistakes while he had nothing that he was responsible for.
In his mind, America was being too pushy about something that he didn’t do—not consciously at the least. He decided that maybe it would be best to try and convince him to let it go—his past, not him. Ludwig hoped this work—the man was becoming more stressful after each passing day.
This day, he finds America looking at his reflection. He didn’t realize what America was doing until he saw the tears that silently fell from America’s eyes. Ludwig couldn’t help but to stare—rarely did America show weakness, even when he thought he was alone (like now.)
Ludwig felt a pang of guilt—for making Alfred feel like that—but he held his resolve firm. He knew what he had to do, and he wasn’t going to back down—not when everything they had worked for was at risk. Without any hesitation, he walked up to the blonde—not that he noticed.
America, who was still crying, jumped when he felt (strong) arms wrapped around his waist. It terrified him to think that someone had caught him unaware—that someone was seeing him vulnerable. He silently berated himself for making himself vulnerable—he turned to see someone he thought he could trust.
“Ludwig!” He was obviously pouting—no doubt that he saw the puffy, red eyes that he couldn’t hide right now. He couldn’t hide from him either, which meant that he had to face the problems. He turned and said, “I need to talk to you.”
Ludwig, who also wanted to talk, accepted his invitation. “You need to let go of the past,” he whispered as they walked towards America’s room.
When all is said and done, they will accept each other and work out the problem. It seems they have a long road ahead of them—for now, they seem to be getting on just fine.
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: hanakoanime (or Abyss)
Words: 520
Rating: PG
Summary: America liked to think of What-if scenarios. This happened to be one of them
Warnings: Human names, School AU, shounen-ai
Note: PART OF THE WHEN THE DOVES CRY SERIES!
America liked to think of “what-if” questions. It would excite him to think that there could be something that existed beyond the world that he knew of. And one of his favorite “what-ifs” was the one where he and Germany were humans that lived in a different world, living different lives—yet somehow meeting in the end.
Today was no different.
Alfred was just walking along the streets, where he would see the same old faces—it seemed that life here was dull, though he didn’t mind…much.
The days here were dull, and he’d often be caught daydreaming in his classes—especially math. This day, he glanced up for once—he heard his teacher saying something about a foreign exchange student.
“This is Ludwig Beilschmidt. He moved from Germany to America, so please make him feel welcomed.”
The students muttered their agreement—most that would not follow through with their promise.
“Maybe it could be in Hawaii,” Alfred mused. “I want to go there more often…”
Alfred noticed only the student, not paying attention to his teammates. He seemed intriguing, and Alfred wanted to make a good first impression—he always wants to make a good first impression to new people.
He invited the German to sit next to him—the seat next to him was empty, and anyone was free to sit where they wanted. “So…uh, Ludwig. What do you think of our school so far?” He was never good with names, so it was shocking to hear him call the new student by his actual name (and not a nickname he made up on the spot.)
“It’s…unusual.”
Before any of them noticed, their time together became more and more frequent—the people on his football team didn’t like this, not one bit.
They confronted him, telling him to stay away from Alfred—or else… He didn’t like walking away from a fight—he would never hear the end of it from his brother—but he knew that a fight with multiple people (no matter how cowardly they were) would end up disastrously for him.
He didn’t stop though—he seemed to do it even more. He would stop by Alfred’s house to work on their homework, to continue their study sessions that the German took upon himself. He would always show a little smirk whenever he caught those people glaring at him.
Alfred, being the oblivious person he is, thought all was well with his friends and Ludwig. The trouble that would happen because of his misconception.
A smack on his head caused him to be jolted out of his thoughts. “Hey!” He turned around just to see those eyes glaring at him.
“If you’re not going to do anything, then leave!” Germany turned away to finish the task he was given.
“But, I had an awesome story to tell you!” America cried out.
Germany pointedly ignored him, hoping the American would get the hint and leave. But, as mentioned before, the American was oblivious and didn’t get the hint. “You can tell me in exchange for leaving everything alone.”
“So, it started with a German exchange student…”
Title: Forgive and Forget
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: hanakoanime (or Abyss)
Words: 560
Rating: PG
Summary: America liked to think of What-if scenarios. This happened to be one of them
Warnings: Minor historical inaccuracy, Human Names, shounen-ai
Note: PART OF THE WHEN THE DOVES CRY SERIES!
If Alfred was ready to move on from the Revolutionary War, it would make things easier for him. But America, like England, wasn’t ready to let go of those times—when he (in his past life) allowed his soldiers to aid the British army.
There wouldn’t be anything wrong with that, per say, but the problem was that America wouldn’t let it go—wouldn’t allow them to go beyond holding hands. He said that he would go beyond those small signs of affection if he would apologize about helping England during his Revolutionary War.
Time and time again, Germany couldn’t apologize because he doesn’t remember that—sometimes, he wonders if America was going crazy, or if he was just plain stupid. He was almost certain that he wasn’t alive—didn’t exist—as a country during that time.
He knew that there were the German states running around the Holy Roman Empire during that time, and that they were Protestant, which meant that they were more inclined to help England, who was also Protestant at the time. He knew that they were technically not a country at the time, and that his (dead) siblings were in charge of the states during the time.
He couldn’t apologize for his siblings’ decisions—even if he did, it wouldn’t be a true apology. He knew that the problem was stemming from the fact that he was being expected to apologize for “his” mistakes while he had nothing that he was responsible for.
In his mind, America was being too pushy about something that he didn’t do—not consciously at the least. He decided that maybe it would be best to try and convince him to let it go—his past, not him. Ludwig hoped this work—the man was becoming more stressful after each passing day.
This day, he finds America looking at his reflection. He didn’t realize what America was doing until he saw the tears that silently fell from America’s eyes. Ludwig couldn’t help but to stare—rarely did America show weakness, even when he thought he was alone (like now.)
Ludwig felt a pang of guilt—for making Alfred feel like that—but he held his resolve firm. He knew what he had to do, and he wasn’t going to back down—not when everything they had worked for was at risk. Without any hesitation, he walked up to the blonde—not that he noticed.
America, who was still crying, jumped when he felt (strong) arms wrapped around his waist. It terrified him to think that someone had caught him unaware—that someone was seeing him vulnerable. He silently berated himself for making himself vulnerable—he turned to see someone he thought he could trust.
“Ludwig!” He was obviously pouting—no doubt that he saw the puffy, red eyes that he couldn’t hide right now. He couldn’t hide from him either, which meant that he had to face the problems. He turned and said, “I need to talk to you.”
Ludwig, who also wanted to talk, accepted his invitation. “You need to let go of the past,” he whispered as they walked towards America’s room.
When all is said and done, they will accept each other and work out the problem. It seems they have a long road ahead of them—for now, they seem to be getting on just fine.