100 Theme Challenge 32. Night - England
Title: 32. Night
Author: poptart_chan
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character(s): England
Pairings: None
Summery: During the Blitz, England stands at his window, only able to observe.
Notes: N/A
It came almost unexpected.
We knew it was only a matter of time before it happened but… I still couldn’t believe it. I knew this was war and I had been preparing for this. The possibility of an attack was eminent. After the Battle of Britain, I knew it would only be a matter of time before Germany tried again.
Bomb shelters were built and children were sent out to the country-side, so they would be safe. Soldiers were still being recruited and it would be two weeks before I could join them in the front lines. As horrid as it sounded, my body yearned for battle, for conflict. I wanted to get out there and show these Germans the might of Britannia.
Right now, however, I was too preoccupied with the politics at home. My boss didn’t want me going out into the front lines, worried about the consequences if I were found out. After all, according to the world, I didn’t officially exist.
Our General thought otherwise, saying that having me on the field would be a good moral boost of the men. I agreed and, besides, I had survived hundreds of battles before. This one wouldn’t be any different from those.
As I waited for approval to head out, I watched the city. It was torturous to just sit and wait. I was restless and would occasionally go wander the streets, just trying to clear my head. I did this for several days, until the day the bombers came.
I didn’t need to hear about it - I could feel it. A stabbing pain in my heart, one that nearly made me crumble to my knees. London was heart and, whenever the city was hurt, so was I.
The bombing had begun.
It went on for several days. London was dreadfully unprepared. There were few anti-aircraft guns with fire-control systems and the lights couldn’t pierce the darkness of the night to see the bombers.
At first, the bombs fell both night and day but, soon, they only came at night. I felt each one of them. It was like someone had shoved a blade into my heart and was slowly twisting it, scarring me. My house shook, pictures and breakables falling to the floor as the bombs hit the earth. I didn’t care and I even stood by the window, watching as the planes flew overhead.
I could do nothing.
My people were dying. The buildings and homes were being destroyed. Never had I felt so powerless. I have staved off invasions before but, with out limited resources, it was harder this time. I couldn’t go out there, unsheathe my sword and cry out in fury as I charged at those who dared try to invade my land. This invasion came from the air, a place where I couldn’t physically reach.
To make it worse, those cowards attacked at night. The black sky masked their planes as they flew overhead. Sometimes, I almost wish they would try to enter my land, to try and take it. Let them try.
They may attack under the light of the moon but I will attack with the sun. I will not cower here in my home, no. The moment I am able, I will be on the front lines, fighting alongside our soldiers. So let them send their bombs; we will chase them out. Let them try to cross the sea; we will blast them out of the water.
This pain is great but it is not enough to cripple me. I will continue on and, once I am able to enter the battle, there will be hell to pay. These attacks will not be ignored.
Another bomb falls and fires erupt in it’s wake, bringing down several buildings just down the road from my own home. The pain strikes me again but it is not as bad. I know this street is empty. Everyone who once lived here have fled away, to another part of London or to the country-side. As long as my people live on, everything is fine. I can endure as much pain as needed, just as long as my children continue to live.
Come morning, I will be gone as well but not to the country. No, I will be joining the front lines, leading the boys into battle. I will show Germany the nation that Rome could not hold, that France and Spain could not conquer.
I only need to last through the night.
Author: poptart_chan
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character(s): England
Pairings: None
Summery: During the Blitz, England stands at his window, only able to observe.
Notes: N/A
It came almost unexpected.
We knew it was only a matter of time before it happened but… I still couldn’t believe it. I knew this was war and I had been preparing for this. The possibility of an attack was eminent. After the Battle of Britain, I knew it would only be a matter of time before Germany tried again.
Bomb shelters were built and children were sent out to the country-side, so they would be safe. Soldiers were still being recruited and it would be two weeks before I could join them in the front lines. As horrid as it sounded, my body yearned for battle, for conflict. I wanted to get out there and show these Germans the might of Britannia.
Right now, however, I was too preoccupied with the politics at home. My boss didn’t want me going out into the front lines, worried about the consequences if I were found out. After all, according to the world, I didn’t officially exist.
Our General thought otherwise, saying that having me on the field would be a good moral boost of the men. I agreed and, besides, I had survived hundreds of battles before. This one wouldn’t be any different from those.
As I waited for approval to head out, I watched the city. It was torturous to just sit and wait. I was restless and would occasionally go wander the streets, just trying to clear my head. I did this for several days, until the day the bombers came.
I didn’t need to hear about it - I could feel it. A stabbing pain in my heart, one that nearly made me crumble to my knees. London was heart and, whenever the city was hurt, so was I.
The bombing had begun.
It went on for several days. London was dreadfully unprepared. There were few anti-aircraft guns with fire-control systems and the lights couldn’t pierce the darkness of the night to see the bombers.
At first, the bombs fell both night and day but, soon, they only came at night. I felt each one of them. It was like someone had shoved a blade into my heart and was slowly twisting it, scarring me. My house shook, pictures and breakables falling to the floor as the bombs hit the earth. I didn’t care and I even stood by the window, watching as the planes flew overhead.
I could do nothing.
My people were dying. The buildings and homes were being destroyed. Never had I felt so powerless. I have staved off invasions before but, with out limited resources, it was harder this time. I couldn’t go out there, unsheathe my sword and cry out in fury as I charged at those who dared try to invade my land. This invasion came from the air, a place where I couldn’t physically reach.
To make it worse, those cowards attacked at night. The black sky masked their planes as they flew overhead. Sometimes, I almost wish they would try to enter my land, to try and take it. Let them try.
They may attack under the light of the moon but I will attack with the sun. I will not cower here in my home, no. The moment I am able, I will be on the front lines, fighting alongside our soldiers. So let them send their bombs; we will chase them out. Let them try to cross the sea; we will blast them out of the water.
This pain is great but it is not enough to cripple me. I will continue on and, once I am able to enter the battle, there will be hell to pay. These attacks will not be ignored.
Another bomb falls and fires erupt in it’s wake, bringing down several buildings just down the road from my own home. The pain strikes me again but it is not as bad. I know this street is empty. Everyone who once lived here have fled away, to another part of London or to the country-side. As long as my people live on, everything is fine. I can endure as much pain as needed, just as long as my children continue to live.
Come morning, I will be gone as well but not to the country. No, I will be joining the front lines, leading the boys into battle. I will show Germany the nation that Rome could not hold, that France and Spain could not conquer.
I only need to last through the night.