Fanfic - Axis Power Hetalia - Älteste Schwester
Almost there! (21/22)
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Author’s Notes: Someone asked for some England-other nation than France/USA/Canada interaction. Here you go. Jackidy owns Aeron, not that he does much in this one, and Akshaya. She also betaed this, so many thanks to her. I own Belgium’s name and Portugal.
Älteste Schwester
Liechtenstein was leaving the world meeting building, her brother gone ahead to discuss something with Germany when she felt her name being called behind her. She turned and was surprised to see England jogging toward her, a brightly wrapped packet on his arms. “Miss Zwingli, may I speak to you for a moment?”
“Of course, hum, there is no need for the Miss, Lilli will do.” The younger girl answered, nodding politely at him. “What can I do for you?”
“Ah, well, you remember the football match the other day? I’m deeply sorry about the mix-up with our anthems. I hope you can accept this as an apology.” Liechtenstein blinked as the nation offered the packet he had been carrying.
“Oh, there is no need for that!” The girl protested, waving her hands in front herself. “It was a simple mistake, really!”
“I insist. Here, I hope you like it.” Lilli received the gift, fearing that she would insult the older nation with her refusal. The two nations said their farewells and the female made her way a bit dazedly to her brother’s house; he had invited her for dinner tonight.
When she arrived the house was still empty so she headed to the kitchen and returned to the living room with a pair of scissors. When the wrapping paper was removed, her hands revealed a box with the pattern of Lilies on the top. She opened it to reveal an antique sewing kit, much like the one Vasch kept around the house.
Lilli gazed at the contents of the box on her lap and she knew she was getting a bit teary eyed. She had own one that resembled this one before the Depression, but she had been forced to sell it like all her other possessions for food. “Thank you.” She whispered softly, hugging the box to herself.
When Vasch arrived to the house, he found his sister almost shinning with happiness. “Did something good happen?” He didn’t remember her saying she was doing anything special for the day, but her full bloom smile made him curious.
“Yes!” Was the unhelpful answer, the girl grinning cheerfully at him. Switzerland stared at her for a moment and then decided he better start on dinner, if his sister wanted to tell him, she would do so on her own.
“Mister Kirkland!” Alfred pouted as Arthur turned away from him, the English man blinking as the younger female jogged toward the pair. “Mister Kirkland, may I have a moment please?”
“Of course, Alfred if you would excuse me”
“Sure old man!” USA’s smile threatened to split his face in half as he waved then aside. Arthur nodded and the pair broke of, the male following his companion to the other side of the hall.
“Mister Kirkland, I wanted to thank you. I… I really enjoyed the gift you gave me!” England chuckled a bit embarrassed at the girl’s obvious delight. It had been a while since someone thanked him this sincerely.
“It was my pleasure, Miss- I mean Lilli. And please, call me by my name.” Liechtenstein nodded, staring at the floor while she offered a carefully wrapped package to the male. “Lilli…?”
“I… I was really happy when I opened your gift and I wanted to give you something in return…” Liechtenstein blushed but looked at the male hopefully, searching for a minimum sign of displeasure. The English gentleman hesitated before receiving the package gently, like something far more precious that Liechtenstein would be ever able to produce.
“Then I will treasure this deeply.” Lilli blushed, scrambling to find words but failing miserably. In the end, she was barely able to mutter an invitation for supper at her home.
“It will be my pleasure.”
“Arthur, won’t Vasch miss this one?” Akshaya inquired as she entered the room carrying a tea set. “I’m sure he is quite fond of her.”
“…she is only visiting.” Arthur answered after staring at her for a few seconds. Lilli looked up from her embroidery and blinked confusedly at the Indian woman. “Please don’t confuse her.”
“I didn’t know you were friends.” India pointed out as she served the tea, Liechtenstein and England thanking her politely as they took their cups. “You are a very polite lady, good.”
“Not like the ruffians that usually pollute the house you mean.” India snort indelicately and Liechtenstein wondered if she should protest in the absent nations’ sake. She was saved from making a decision either way when the bell rang and a few minutes later Portugal and Belgium entered the room.
“Arthur! There you are. Come on, we are going shopping.” Adelheid declared as soon as she saw them. “Lilli, Akshaya, why don’t you come with us?”
“…And I don’t get a choice?”
“Brother is useless and I’m not taking France.”
“…fair enough.” Because, really, who would take France anywhere?
“Come on, then.” Arthur sighed and put his own cup down and put his embroidery inside his sewing bag. He then turned to Lilli and smiled a bit sheepishly.
“You don’t have to come if you don’t wish to. We can take you home first.” Liechtenstein blinked and turned to look at the women behind the male, not one looking as if they would mind her presence.
“I’d love to come too.”
“Brother, look what Arthur made for me!” Vasch stared as his sister entered the room wearing a beautifully crafted Trachten. His brain was already calculating the dress’ cost before it processed the actual origin of the garment.
“What?” But Liechtenstein had left the room already, so Switzerland was forced to follow her back to his living room. England was sitting on his couch, looking quite satisfied as his sister glowed in her new dress. “You made her that?”
“I though she would appreciate it.” Arthur replied unconcerned, smiling as Lilli disappeared this time into the kitchen. Vasch almost shouted for her to change first or she would get the garment dirty but there were more important things to worry about right now.
“How did you get her measurements?”
“Hungary.”
Switzerland growled and left the room, only to return with his riffle fully loaded and his coat. He needed to have a word with Hungary. “I’m going out!” Vasch shouted back into the house, murderous expression firmly in place.
“Be back in time for dinner then!” Wales shouted back, Liechtenstein giggling in the background. When had he married the British twins anyway? “And remember that Gilbert is coming for dinner tonight!” Or fucking Prussia for the matter?!
Author’s Notes: And so started the Swiss-Hungarian war =D.
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Author’s Notes: Someone asked for some England-other nation than France/USA/Canada interaction. Here you go. Jackidy owns Aeron, not that he does much in this one, and Akshaya. She also betaed this, so many thanks to her. I own Belgium’s name and Portugal.
Älteste Schwester
Liechtenstein was leaving the world meeting building, her brother gone ahead to discuss something with Germany when she felt her name being called behind her. She turned and was surprised to see England jogging toward her, a brightly wrapped packet on his arms. “Miss Zwingli, may I speak to you for a moment?”
“Of course, hum, there is no need for the Miss, Lilli will do.” The younger girl answered, nodding politely at him. “What can I do for you?”
“Ah, well, you remember the football match the other day? I’m deeply sorry about the mix-up with our anthems. I hope you can accept this as an apology.” Liechtenstein blinked as the nation offered the packet he had been carrying.
“Oh, there is no need for that!” The girl protested, waving her hands in front herself. “It was a simple mistake, really!”
“I insist. Here, I hope you like it.” Lilli received the gift, fearing that she would insult the older nation with her refusal. The two nations said their farewells and the female made her way a bit dazedly to her brother’s house; he had invited her for dinner tonight.
When she arrived the house was still empty so she headed to the kitchen and returned to the living room with a pair of scissors. When the wrapping paper was removed, her hands revealed a box with the pattern of Lilies on the top. She opened it to reveal an antique sewing kit, much like the one Vasch kept around the house.
Lilli gazed at the contents of the box on her lap and she knew she was getting a bit teary eyed. She had own one that resembled this one before the Depression, but she had been forced to sell it like all her other possessions for food. “Thank you.” She whispered softly, hugging the box to herself.
When Vasch arrived to the house, he found his sister almost shinning with happiness. “Did something good happen?” He didn’t remember her saying she was doing anything special for the day, but her full bloom smile made him curious.
“Yes!” Was the unhelpful answer, the girl grinning cheerfully at him. Switzerland stared at her for a moment and then decided he better start on dinner, if his sister wanted to tell him, she would do so on her own.
“Mister Kirkland!” Alfred pouted as Arthur turned away from him, the English man blinking as the younger female jogged toward the pair. “Mister Kirkland, may I have a moment please?”
“Of course, Alfred if you would excuse me”
“Sure old man!” USA’s smile threatened to split his face in half as he waved then aside. Arthur nodded and the pair broke of, the male following his companion to the other side of the hall.
“Mister Kirkland, I wanted to thank you. I… I really enjoyed the gift you gave me!” England chuckled a bit embarrassed at the girl’s obvious delight. It had been a while since someone thanked him this sincerely.
“It was my pleasure, Miss- I mean Lilli. And please, call me by my name.” Liechtenstein nodded, staring at the floor while she offered a carefully wrapped package to the male. “Lilli…?”
“I… I was really happy when I opened your gift and I wanted to give you something in return…” Liechtenstein blushed but looked at the male hopefully, searching for a minimum sign of displeasure. The English gentleman hesitated before receiving the package gently, like something far more precious that Liechtenstein would be ever able to produce.
“Then I will treasure this deeply.” Lilli blushed, scrambling to find words but failing miserably. In the end, she was barely able to mutter an invitation for supper at her home.
“It will be my pleasure.”
“Arthur, won’t Vasch miss this one?” Akshaya inquired as she entered the room carrying a tea set. “I’m sure he is quite fond of her.”
“…she is only visiting.” Arthur answered after staring at her for a few seconds. Lilli looked up from her embroidery and blinked confusedly at the Indian woman. “Please don’t confuse her.”
“I didn’t know you were friends.” India pointed out as she served the tea, Liechtenstein and England thanking her politely as they took their cups. “You are a very polite lady, good.”
“Not like the ruffians that usually pollute the house you mean.” India snort indelicately and Liechtenstein wondered if she should protest in the absent nations’ sake. She was saved from making a decision either way when the bell rang and a few minutes later Portugal and Belgium entered the room.
“Arthur! There you are. Come on, we are going shopping.” Adelheid declared as soon as she saw them. “Lilli, Akshaya, why don’t you come with us?”
“…And I don’t get a choice?”
“Brother is useless and I’m not taking France.”
“…fair enough.” Because, really, who would take France anywhere?
“Come on, then.” Arthur sighed and put his own cup down and put his embroidery inside his sewing bag. He then turned to Lilli and smiled a bit sheepishly.
“You don’t have to come if you don’t wish to. We can take you home first.” Liechtenstein blinked and turned to look at the women behind the male, not one looking as if they would mind her presence.
“I’d love to come too.”
“Brother, look what Arthur made for me!” Vasch stared as his sister entered the room wearing a beautifully crafted Trachten. His brain was already calculating the dress’ cost before it processed the actual origin of the garment.
“What?” But Liechtenstein had left the room already, so Switzerland was forced to follow her back to his living room. England was sitting on his couch, looking quite satisfied as his sister glowed in her new dress. “You made her that?”
“I though she would appreciate it.” Arthur replied unconcerned, smiling as Lilli disappeared this time into the kitchen. Vasch almost shouted for her to change first or she would get the garment dirty but there were more important things to worry about right now.
“How did you get her measurements?”
“Hungary.”
Switzerland growled and left the room, only to return with his riffle fully loaded and his coat. He needed to have a word with Hungary. “I’m going out!” Vasch shouted back into the house, murderous expression firmly in place.
“Be back in time for dinner then!” Wales shouted back, Liechtenstein giggling in the background. When had he married the British twins anyway? “And remember that Gilbert is coming for dinner tonight!” Or fucking Prussia for the matter?!
Author’s Notes: And so started the Swiss-Hungarian war =D.