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Title: Easter
Characters: Prussia (Young), Holy Roman Empire (Young)
Notes: Modern AU-ish. Easter is called Resurrection Day, because it was on this day that Jesus Christ was resurrected from the dead. Happy Easter everyone!
"... And on this day our Lord was resurrected from the dead and He forgave our sins! No matter how big or small, He forgave even those who had harmed Him and sought to harm Him now."
I stifled a yawn as the priest went through the same speech he did every Easter day. It was way too early. My older brother thought so too, though his concentrated stance said otherwise. He was always the more religious of us two. That didn't stop him from cracking jokes during service though, ones that made me laugh so hard tears ran down my face as I held my mouth shut. I slumped backwards and leaned my feet on the pew infront of us, closing my eyes for a small snooze. They wouldn't blame me; it was too early in the morning. Besides, my brother would cover for me. Not this time obviously, I thought as my brother rudely jabbed me to keep me awake. I glared at him and sat up, propping my elbow on my knee and leaning on my hand. This yawn I could not stifle, though the priest didn't notice. Others did, and they turned to glare at me.
Once the service was over (thankfully), we ran with the other children to a big park. There were hidden eggs here filled with money, but we weren't supposed to know that. All of us split off with bags to go find our treasures, and I had a full bag by the noon. Or I did, until a boy shoved me over and took it. I cried until it was over, and my brother, always the champion of the egg hunting, was crowned Easter King. When he saw me, he rolled his eyes and gave one of the bags to me. My brother was always the best at these kinds of things.
We sat outside the candy store with as many bags of candy we could carry, our winnings spent. My brother was eating a lollipop while I finished up some chocolate eggs when a big boy stepped forward, two hulking beasts of friends behind him.
"One of them bags was mine, pipsqueak, so I think all of yer candy would be a good trade."
My brother ignored him, but I couldn't help but feel afraid. I scooted closer to him and pulled out a lollipop from a bag, unwrapping and licking it.
"I said, your candy would be a nice trade for the eggs you stole from me."
And then I recognized him. He was the boy that had stolen my bag of eggs! I leaned closer to my brother to whisper my discovery, but he was already standing up and brushing himself clean of invisible dust. He turned to the bigger boy, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I think my fist would be better to stuff your face with, fatass."
I groaned and picked up the candy bags, stepping backwards into the cool store, closing the door and going to the widnow to watch. I could already hear the complaints of me brother as I patched him up from yet another pointless fight. From the window, I saw them trading insults and words though I couldn't hear what they were saying. And then the blows started. The fight was really a blurr to me, I couldn't remember any of it. My brother, beaten badly, told me later that he had "slugged that ugly bastard harder than a ball", and that I wouldn't have to worry about him no more. For some reason, I didn't believe him.
The night was quiet enough. Despite the dreams of a zombie-Jesus, it was nice. Easter was always one of the more exciting days.
Characters: Prussia (Young), Holy Roman Empire (Young)
Notes: Modern AU-ish. Easter is called Resurrection Day, because it was on this day that Jesus Christ was resurrected from the dead. Happy Easter everyone!
"... And on this day our Lord was resurrected from the dead and He forgave our sins! No matter how big or small, He forgave even those who had harmed Him and sought to harm Him now."
I stifled a yawn as the priest went through the same speech he did every Easter day. It was way too early. My older brother thought so too, though his concentrated stance said otherwise. He was always the more religious of us two. That didn't stop him from cracking jokes during service though, ones that made me laugh so hard tears ran down my face as I held my mouth shut. I slumped backwards and leaned my feet on the pew infront of us, closing my eyes for a small snooze. They wouldn't blame me; it was too early in the morning. Besides, my brother would cover for me. Not this time obviously, I thought as my brother rudely jabbed me to keep me awake. I glared at him and sat up, propping my elbow on my knee and leaning on my hand. This yawn I could not stifle, though the priest didn't notice. Others did, and they turned to glare at me.
Once the service was over (thankfully), we ran with the other children to a big park. There were hidden eggs here filled with money, but we weren't supposed to know that. All of us split off with bags to go find our treasures, and I had a full bag by the noon. Or I did, until a boy shoved me over and took it. I cried until it was over, and my brother, always the champion of the egg hunting, was crowned Easter King. When he saw me, he rolled his eyes and gave one of the bags to me. My brother was always the best at these kinds of things.
We sat outside the candy store with as many bags of candy we could carry, our winnings spent. My brother was eating a lollipop while I finished up some chocolate eggs when a big boy stepped forward, two hulking beasts of friends behind him.
"One of them bags was mine, pipsqueak, so I think all of yer candy would be a good trade."
My brother ignored him, but I couldn't help but feel afraid. I scooted closer to him and pulled out a lollipop from a bag, unwrapping and licking it.
"I said, your candy would be a nice trade for the eggs you stole from me."
And then I recognized him. He was the boy that had stolen my bag of eggs! I leaned closer to my brother to whisper my discovery, but he was already standing up and brushing himself clean of invisible dust. He turned to the bigger boy, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I think my fist would be better to stuff your face with, fatass."
I groaned and picked up the candy bags, stepping backwards into the cool store, closing the door and going to the widnow to watch. I could already hear the complaints of me brother as I patched him up from yet another pointless fight. From the window, I saw them trading insults and words though I couldn't hear what they were saying. And then the blows started. The fight was really a blurr to me, I couldn't remember any of it. My brother, beaten badly, told me later that he had "slugged that ugly bastard harder than a ball", and that I wouldn't have to worry about him no more. For some reason, I didn't believe him.
The night was quiet enough. Despite the dreams of a zombie-Jesus, it was nice. Easter was always one of the more exciting days.