Howdy. So, this is a collaborative work of SanguisRubeus and lastingJavelin.
Just for a little bit of backstory, Niklas is SanguisRubeus' muse of Norway while Barry and Aislinn are lastingJavelin's Irelands. Of course, this story is an AU and none of the aforementioned characters are countries.
Disclaimer: Wow neither of us own Hetalia. We'd love to, but we don't. We only own the work we have written and our muses. Thank you.
Running.
Niklas looked around the country he had fled to and wondered if he was ever going to be safe. He knew that he was lucky to be in such a remote place in Ireland, but...there always was a chance they could get him. All he had to do was keep a low profile, and everything was going to be alright. Niklas was lucky to have learned some Irish when he was younger. He walked into a small bar and ended up getting a job with a sheep herder named Barry. Barry needed an extra pair of hands, and he wasn't going to make his "perfect" sister do the hard work when this guy was more than wiling to do it for room and board. To Barry, it was more of a benefit than a loss. So he told the blonde guy with the funny accent that he was going to have wait where he stood until he told his sister.
Barry soon went to go speak with his sister, Aislinn. Aislinn made the town butter while Barry tended to the sheep they owned. Since they were so busy doing their jobs, their barn wasn't being taken care of like they wanted. That was where Niklas came in; he was going to make sure the barn was in tip top shape or else he would have to deal with Aislinn.
At first Niklas was a bit skeptical of how strong the small Irishwoman was, but then he saw her beat the shit out of some really tall Scotsman. He remembered staring at her in awe only to freeze up when she sent him a look.
"I'll make sure worse happens to you if you don't get back to your work," She promised.
The blonde did not need to be told twice. Of course he wouldn't lie, getting up before sunrise and returning to sleep long after sundown was hard to do. This sort of work was something Niklas was not used to, but if he was going to stay hidden, he couldn't return to his former life of money, champagne and seemingly invisible servants. If someone had told him a year ago that he was going to be living like this, he would have laughed at their face and called them an idiot. 'Guess I'm the idiot now,' he teased himself.
It had been two weeks since Niklas had been working with the two Irish siblings, and so far things were going smoothly. He hadn't fought with either of them. Though, he never really did get much of a chance to converse. When he did speak, it was mostly the standard things to say. The less he spoke of himself the better it would be for all of them.
The days were full of greuling, hard work. In the nights, however, he found himself tortured by memories of all that happened to him. Niklas hated going to sleep because of all the waking up. Sometimes he would think he was back at that horrible place still tied to that bed. He wondered about his siblings, being a triplet he had always had some sort of connection with his brothers. Were they okay? Were they next? What about his brother's fiancée? When Niklas and the blonde girl had escaped, they went separate ways... Was she going to be alright? He didn't even know.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe things were looking up and he would get to see his siblings. Perhaps his brother would once again know the comfort of his fiancée. Getting comfortable, he let himself fall asleep, dreaming of the perfect world where nothing bad ever happened.
Now, we know everyone is wondering 'WHAT NIKLAS IS A TRIPLET IMPOSSIBLE.' SanguisRubeus has two Norway muses while lastingJavelin has one. We thought we could combine them in this to make the story line better flow and more interesting. Also, the Scotsman Rory mentioned is SanguisRubeus' Scotland muse. Just if you didn't catch that. We hope you have enjoyed and look forward to more chapters.