A/N: This is an idea I've had in my head for quite a while now and I have finally chosen to do a fic based off of it. By the way, I am a horrible writer, I have no idea how to "show" instead of "explain"... this is more for my own fun... buuut if you enjoy it, yay!
Setting: An alternate world with only one large landmass and several small islands dotted around the world; electricity, boats, and trains exist but there's no cars or airplanes, and there are very few large cities-all of which are on the "mainland". There ARE cell-phones, landlines, internet & computer, etc. Just no planes and cars, which are considered unneeded since trains connect everything and islands are too small for airports.
Random but Needed Info: Islanders are greatly discriminated against, and basically everything they do is for the benefit of mainlanders; over half their food and mined minerals go to the mainland. The Mainland is split into different sections where the different languages come into play, but English is the universal language.
Warnings: Yaoi, discrimination.
Pairings: PruCan mainly, GerIta, SpaMano, and USUK on the side, and mentions of AusHun
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
"I don't vant to go!" the albino exclaimed, flinging his arms into the air. "Zere's no cell service or internet! Und Vati said ze only electricity is in our hotel, but I can't stay cooped up all ze time in a shitty hotel on a shitty Island!"
"Mon ami, ze Islands are not zat bad," Francis, one of Gilbert's best friends, assured. "Zey are really quite... nice, so long as you stay near ze 'otel."
"Si, mi amigo, the hotels even have swimming pools," Antonio, Gilbert's other best friend, added to Francis' statement. "And books, of course, but I doubt that's of any interest to you, no?"
Gilbert sneered, giving his friend from the "Spainland" an 'are you fucking kidding me' look. "Ich habe Bücher nicht gern!" he growled, falling backwards on his bed. Currently the three friends were in the "Germany" section of the Mainland, the "Spaniard" and "Frenchman" there to give support to their "not-German-I'm-Prussian" friend.
"Amigo, you can still send us letters," Antonio reminded him. "And your little brother is coming with you."
"Ja ja, mein kleiner Bruder who has a damn pole up his ass is coming vith me und Vati to the stupid Island," he sighed, staring at the ceiling with his ruby eyes. "At least I have some Mainland company. I just wish you two Dummköpfe could come with me."
"Lo siento, mi amigo, but my parents need me here at home to help around the house," Antonio said, shaking his head slightly.
"You know I'm sorry too, mon ami, but I 'ave an appointment wiz ze 'air dresser~" Francis said with a charming smile.
"Ja ja, I know," Gilbert muttered, glaring at the ceiling. "I'll be back in zwei Wochen anyvay..."
"Zat's ze spirit, mom ami~"
"Shut up, Francis..."
"Gilbert, what time are you leaving?" Antonio suddenly asked, glancing from the empty suitcase to the clock.
Gilbert thought for a moment. "At five o'clock Abends, vhy?"
"Eh, just that it's four thirty already and you're not packed..." Antonio told his albino friend, smiling a wide, slightly idiotic smile.
Gilbert cursed loudly and got up. "Vati vill be pissed off if I'm not ready!" he growled, hurrying over to his closet and pulling various shirts and pairs of pants off their hangers. He dropped them in the open suitcase-"I'll organize it later!"- and went to his dresser to get his underwear and socks. "Francey-pants, can you get my toothbrush for me?" he asked, straightening up the suitcase. Gilbert was in a hurry-they were leaving in like fifteen minutes to the train station-but he was still a Beilschmidt and Beilschmidts were all orderly... even if he was unorderly compared to his brother.
Francis retrieved the desired toothbrush as well as toothpaste, soap, shampoo, conditioner, and deodorant. "Just because ze Islanders smell like ze dirt and salt water does not mean you have to too~" he commented as he handed Gilbert the hygiene supplies.
"Danke, Francis," he mumbled, fitting them into spots and quickly closing the suitcase. He was glad he's had the sense to get a nice large one or else he'd have to find a way to wash clothes for the two weeks he'd be gone!
"No problem, Gilbert."
"Gilbert! Come on, ve're about to leave!" Ludwig called from downstairs. Gilbert looked at the clock on his wall again. It was only four thirty-eight. Why were they leaving so early?
"Well, mon ami, good luck," Francis said solemnly, though he had his charming smirk on his face as he flicked his blonde hair over his shoulders. "I look forward to your return~" He practically floated out the door. Gilbert scowled after him.
Suddenly two arms went around him in what Gilbert could only describe as a "death hug". "I'm going to miss you so much, Gilbert!" he cried, though no tears slid down his face. "When you get back, tell me all about it! Those nasty Islanders won't poison your mind, I promise!"
"Danke, Toni, now let go," he wheezed, and when his Spanish friend let him go, he took a deep breath. "I promise I vill tell you all about ze Island and ze Islanders."
"Good." Antonio started to leave then hesitated. "Good luck, mi amigo. See you in two weeks!" Then he hurried away.
"Gilbert!" This time it was Gilbert's father shouting.
"Ich bin komme, Vati!" he shouted, grabbing his suitcase and running down the stairs.
"Finally."
-Meanwhile-
Matthew wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked up at his two friends, Lovino and Feliciano Vargas. The two boys were naturally tan, so they didn't worry about the sun on their face or shoulders or arms or back or... anyway. Matthew was sure that, if they could get away with it, they'd work pantsless.
He, on the other hand, was extremely pale and his skin burned easily, so he always wore a hat and thin, but covering, clothes, no matter what type of work he was doing.
The farm they were working on didn't belong to Matthew's family. It was the Vargas brothers' farm, owned by their grandfather. The twins worked out there because it was their grandfather wasn't really around anymore... he worked in the mines, even in his old-ish age. Matthew had volunteered to help his "brothers" and make the work go faster. They had each fallen into a routine in the few years.
"Hey!" he called to Lovino, shifting from foot to foot. His voice was quiet, but the farm-boy seemed to hear him anyway. Lovino looked up from the crop of tomatoes he was tending, lips formed into his signature scowling-pout.
"What?" Lovino called back.
"What time is it?"
Lovino glanced at the sky, only really paying it half his attention. "Almost noon. Why? Tired already?" he teased with a smirk.
"No, I'm just done," Matthew answered with a smirk of his own.
"Veeee~ I'm tired, Lovi~" Feliciano called from where he was tending normal grain.
Lovino rolled his eyes. "Well, I think we can turn in for lunch early," he ultimately decided, standing up and stretching. "We can continue after lunch. Feciano, go feed the animals."
Feliciano nodded before running over to the dilapidated tool shed, hanging up his tools before running over to the storage shed which was equally rotting and collapsing in on itself in order to grab the animal feed.
Lovino and Matthew met up at the tool shed, hanging up their own tools.
"Lovino, want me to help you with lunch?" Matthew asked, offering his help. Lovino shook his head slightly.
"Nah, it's cool, Matthew," he said, heading towards the little shack he and his brother called home.
When Lovino was inside and Feliciano at the fence, pouring feed into the troughs and water into others, Matthew looked out towards the sea.
As hard and boring as it was, he enjoyed life as an Islander. It was hard work, and at the end of the day he'd feel satisfied with himself and what he'd done that day.
He did more in one day than a Mainlander did in their entire lives, after all.
-To Be Continued-
Translations
French and Spanish are obvious...
German: Note, I am a German I student in school and though my translations are generally accurate, there will ALWAYS be a better way to say it... because I'm in German I, not German IV or German V. I don't speak German fluently and I will make mistakes.
Vati: Father/dad
Ich habe Bücher nicht gern: I do not like books
Ja ja, mein kleiner Bruder...: Yes yes, my little brother...
Dummköpfe: Literally means "stupid heads". Basically means idiots, fools.
"five o'clock Abends": I need to explain this one. Germany works on the 24 hour clock. They call "5 o'clock PM" as "17 o'clock", or "5 o'clock Abends as opposed to "5 o'clock Morgens".
Abends: Evening, PM.
Danke: Thank you
Ich bin komme, Vati: I'm coming, dad.
