Into The Ocean – Chapter One.
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Axis Powers Hetalia Or Any Of It's Characters.
Summery: The ocean has haunted Matthew long sense the days before his discovery and no one, weather it be America, England, or even France knows why. Lately though, it seems like you can always find him by the shore. Talking... But no one's there.
(Translations at bottom.)
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The ocean scares me.
"But mon Matthieu! The ocean is a beautiful, romantic, adventurous place!" Francis did a loose spin on the soft sand, his arms outstretched blissfully. He stopped at the shore line where the water washed over his boots and contently watched the setting sun "It can take you anywhere you wish to be...!"
Standing there, with his silhouette in my eyes, I could see it again "Mama...."
Francis Bonnefoy, the country of France, turned back to me and as soon as it had came, the illusion was gone. He looked a bit confused at first, but then he smiled a warm smile and walked back to me "Non, Papa not Mama mon fils."
He picked me up and I held tightly to his thick coat. He looks like me – except for his eyes "Do not stand so close to it Papa, it will pull you in."
Francis laughs "Quelle? Viens maintenant Matthieu! What would give you such a silly idea?" I did not answer so he simply sighed and shook his head "It matters not I suppose... Now is time to eat non?" We head back to the safety of my land, but my eyes never leave the silent beast that tries to chase us up the sand.
The ocean scares me.
"Don't be silly boy! This is that bloody frogs doing isn't it? What did he do? Throw you in to teach you how to swim?" Arther huffed out his annoyance as he strode down to the water though I did not follow.
He looked back at me expectantly "Come on now! It's not going to come up and gobble you whole or anything!" He seemed to catch on pretty quick that he'd said something wrong, I knew that I was far more than horrified at the idea and he rushed back to me in worry "Matthew! What is it lad? I wasn't being serious when I said that you know."
Arthur Kirkland, Great Britain, England. He had green eyes, he had blond hair though we did not look much alike at all. My eyes started to tear up, they were violet and blue with a hint of green at the bottom – like the Aurora Borealis – I rubbed the tears away "I want my Papa!"
Arther seemed to gain more of a look of pity after that and he petted my head softly in an awkward attempt at comfort "I am your... Papa... Now Matthew. I promise I'll take good care of you."
"Weeeeee!" Alfred flew past us both and, much to my horror, strait into the water.
"Alfred!" We yelled in unison – Arther in irritation, me in fear – though my small voice was easily drown out over the British mans gruff bark.
Arther went down there to get him but Alfred just laughed and splashed him and a water fight began between the brothers. All the while I stood on the sand and prayed the sea would spare my new found family for me....
The ocean haunts me.
"Come on! Go in with me Mattie!" Alfred wined out for the millionth time "Please please please please please?"
"No Alfred. I don't like the ocean."
Alfred, the United States of America, my brother and self dubbed 'personal hero' stared down at me as if I had just spoke ill of his McDonalds "Who doesn't like the ocean!" He practically yelled, adding the extra arm swings to get his point across.
"Plenty of people Alfred." I sighed as I buried my hands deeper into the sand. It was stressing enough that I had to be dragged around by said 'hero' all day for no other fact than to save him from boredom, but now I was face to face with my greatest mortal enemy.
And it mocked me with each crashing wave.
"Well those must be really boring people!" Alfred scratched the back of his head as if he hadn't even insulted me and I gave him a little glare while he was looking around the beach "I mean, it's the ocean! The most awesomest place in the world!" Wait for it "Well, besides the USA!"
I bet his head was doubling in size right about now, but I was to absorbed in my shame and self pity to even spare a glance "Why did I answer the door?" 'Because he would have knocked it down if you didn't....'
Oh, the sad truth. I couldn't have gotten out of this even if I really wanted to.
Then again "Mon petit Matthieu! What are you doing here? You are afraid of the ocean non?" France jumped on me from behind and wrapped his arms around my shoulders in a tight embrace, he started rubbing his stubble into the crook of my neck and caused me to yelp from the shock.
"Let go of him you bloody pervert!" The arms – and more importantly the chin – were gone as soon as they had come and I turned around to see England holding France by the collar "He's practically your son for Gods sake!"
France freed himself from the brit and readjusted his open shirt, flicking a strand of his golden hair as he sighed dramatically "Only you would think such perverted thoughts sourcils. I was simply giving mon Matthieu a fatherly hug."
"Fatherly hug my ass! And I would never think such a thing!" This was followed by a firm punch to the French mans arm.
"Mon dieu! You are such a brute of a man!" France dodged another swing and pulled me to my feet "Hurry Matthieu, let us leave this company before your stepfather murders me! Adieu!"
Before I knew what was going on France had him and I both halfway down the beach "B-But my stuff!"
"You git! Get back here with my son you damned frog!"
"Mattie! Give back my brother!"
"Who?"
"Kumajuuroooooooo!"
Translations:
Flis : Son
Mon : My
Non : No
Quelle? : What?
Viens maintenant : Come now
Petit : Little
Sourcils : Eyebrows
Mon dieu! : My god!
Adieu! : Farewell!
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