HetaRussia here, This is a story Wings of the Skies and I are working on together, we both agreed on me being the one to do the posting. Here is the first chapter of our Fanfic together, It features Singapore, the wonderful Island nation, and Russia. So without further ado, please enjoy the chaper...
'It'll be a piece of cake! Amerika said. It'll be done in no time! The mission is flawless, he said!' Thought the Russian nation as he returned to the campsite which was the beach of the little island where the Axis usually takes post.
The beach held lush grass which crept out to the tan sand, and the sapphire ocean. Thick trees grew bared large and healthy fruits. Russia gazed his tired amethyst eyes over the beautiful sight, he sighed and shifted the bundle of sticks he was carrying. He smiled when he saw another sitting and waiting his return.
"Allo Singapore, any sign of rescue?" He asked gently, not wanting to frighten her.
Singapore shook her head sending her chocolate brown hair swinging.
"No, not yet," she sighed.
"This is all Americas fault!" she whined a little while later. "I want to go home! And I'm starving..."
Singapore got up and walked up to the trees to pick some fruits. Since she was an island herself, she knew which fruits were safe and which were dangerous.
"Hey Russia, want some?" she yelled as she directed her hazel brown eyes to look at him.
The snowy nation looked up at her and smiled his usual smile.
"Da," he replied as he finished placing the sticks in a pile.
He loved how she was so knowledgeable in fruits, though he knew it was the island nation instinct to which fruits were good and bad.
He turned back to the pile of sticks and picked two up and rubbed them together, slowly at first then his motions became quicker, getting enough friction to spark a flame. The tiny was then feed several sticks to get it stronger. Russia sat staring at the fire sadly.
That was about the only thing he could pride himself on, for having lived in such a cold place, the only good thing he learned, or got out of it was learning to make fire from sticks.
Singapore smiled as she started picking more fruits for both of them. Seeing him deep in thought was unusual. She walked back to the campsite with an armful of fruits.
"What's wrong Russia?" Singapore asked, concerned for a fellow nation. "We'll be fine! Don't worry!" she continued. "I'm going to go make a shelter, see you in a while!"
Singapore ran into the think forest before any comments could be passed. Apparently, she forgot one little detail; wild animals lived in the forest too.
Russia could only watch as the young nation ran off. He smiled a little bit thinking about the perfect meal for his friend. He fetched a long stick and sharpened the end to a point. He walked over to the ocean and surveyed the water, watching for any shadows. It took about ten minutes till he actually managed to catch something and to his horror the fish were pretty small.
Singapore returned with an unbelievable amount of wood in her arms. Smiling to herself, she started to build shelter but when she couldn't stop giggling uncontrollable after she took one look at Russia. He returned with the stick and on its sharpened end was a small fish.
"I'm going to take it that you have never gone fishing before..." she managed to say after dying down from laughter.
Singapore laughed at him and took it upon herself to catch the fishes for them. Being a tropical island has it perks and it's good that they were stranded on one. Russia was pretty lucky though, at least he was stuck with Singapore, not that idiot America.
Russia blushed as a small pout formed on his lips, from being laughed at. He enjoyed this kind of rivalry; it was fun and no one putting the other down. Unlike what he would or she would face if they were stuck with America. "Da...I'm no good at fishing, I guess that happens when you live in snow, da." He said with a light laugh.
He was glad when she agreed on taking over the fishing, but he now felt that he was starting to seem like a burden so he decided to get water. He walked over to his large coat which lay haphazardly on the sand and opened it; he reached inside and removed his faucet which was stored snuggly in his pocket.
He walked to the center of the beach and rammed it into the ground. He tested its sturdiness before turning the knobs and... Nothing. Nothing happen!
"I don't understand...it worked when Germany did it..." he said utterly confused, and scratching his head.
He tried once more but the same outcome... He gave up and settled with collecting the water from the sea in a bucket that he had salvaged off the shipwrecked ship. As he was completing this task he couldn't help but laugh. "If we were stuck with Amerika we wouldn't get much done." He said giggling.
Singapore gave him a smile and agreed. America would boast that he was the hero and they would never get things done. At least Singapore had the survival skills needed to survive.
When she returned, she placed the fishes she had caught into another bucket and settled down for the night. She was up early the next morning to survey the sky. Apart from the usual yellow and orange, there was a hint dark red as well.
"Red in the night, sailor's delight, red in the morning, sailor's warning. There's going to be a storm," she whispered quietly to herself.
Getting up, she looked over at Russia before running into the forest for more supplies. She returned a few minutes later with leaves and began to cover the shelter with the leaves in an effort to keep the rain out.
Russia sat up rubbing his eye childishly "Singapore?" He asked watching her cover the shelter "What's wrong?" He asked stifling a yawn.
He noticed the sky but didn't think much of it. He stretched and got to his feet "I will be back." He said as he took up the stick he made yesterday and faucet "Ah, I wonder if I could find a boar or something. Having fish and fruit are starting to get annoying." He grumbled, only because he can't climb and or fish to save his life.
He wanted to ask her if it was okay to hunt here, but then he wanted his catch to be surprise, so he decided to keep it secret.