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title: promise
author: konbini @ rihiten
fandom: axis powers hetalia
characters/pairings: america, japan, philippines
words: 191
rating/warnings: g
notes: Largely unpolished since I last touched it (which was a few seconds ago) because it is old and I don't want to do anything to it anymore. :|
It is what Alfred makes with a wounded Philippines, limbs broken and shirt painted the colors of wine and earth. The Philippines had sworn on his blood two times: first, as royalty, for an allegiance to Spain, whom he had trusted too easily; the second, as one who defied, for a society that wished for liberality, that fought for freedom, which had made all the difference. Now he, too, hardly honorable under this circumstance, makes a silent promise to Alfred as he watches the ships fade into the horizon and lets his blood mix with the ocean and sand.
Strong hands seize him, he staggers. he has neither courage nor strength to fight back - rather, he does, but he can't. Men more brutish than mere soldiers look at him with eyes like slits, jeer and taunt him with vulgarities in their native tongue. He feels the taste of iron rise from him throat. From a distance, Kiku watches on in silence, face wooden. The Philippines murmurs prayers, hopes.
I shall return, you say.
He closes his eyes as they drag him further and further from the shore.
I'll be waiting.
author: konbini @ rihiten
fandom: axis powers hetalia
characters/pairings: america, japan, philippines
words: 191
rating/warnings: g
notes: Largely unpolished since I last touched it (which was a few seconds ago) because it is old and I don't want to do anything to it anymore. :|
It is what Alfred makes with a wounded Philippines, limbs broken and shirt painted the colors of wine and earth. The Philippines had sworn on his blood two times: first, as royalty, for an allegiance to Spain, whom he had trusted too easily; the second, as one who defied, for a society that wished for liberality, that fought for freedom, which had made all the difference. Now he, too, hardly honorable under this circumstance, makes a silent promise to Alfred as he watches the ships fade into the horizon and lets his blood mix with the ocean and sand.
Strong hands seize him, he staggers. he has neither courage nor strength to fight back - rather, he does, but he can't. Men more brutish than mere soldiers look at him with eyes like slits, jeer and taunt him with vulgarities in their native tongue. He feels the taste of iron rise from him throat. From a distance, Kiku watches on in silence, face wooden. The Philippines murmurs prayers, hopes.
I shall return, you say.
He closes his eyes as they drag him further and further from the shore.
I'll be waiting.