Hetalia: Chained
Chapter: 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia!
This is my first Hetalia fanfic! And I hope you all enjoy! :3
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~Normal Pov~
The girl with dark hair shrieked and ran.
-Not gonna get caught! Not gonna get caught! Not gonna get-
"Got you!" A voice was heard as she was picked up and put in the air, interrupting her concentration.
"Oops!" She giggled, the man holding her grinned in triumph.
"Now! Finally that I caught you! Let's eat lunch!"
He set her down, and ruffled her hair.
She looked up at him, with a pout. His kind blue eyes and fair skin, wavy light blonde hair, reaching his shoulders, and a bit of fuzz on his face.
Despite herself she smiled.
She loved him as her father, even thought it was near impossible- they looked way too different from each other.
She had dark skin, dark hair and the same colored eyes as her hair.
But she didn't think of that. Neither did he.
They just enjoyed living, playing, eating and sleeping.
He looked young and acted fatherly over her.
Well... He had the right to act fatherly over her, she was still very young.
She thought of him as more of an uncle... Not really as a uncle. More as the most fantastic, amazing, daring, loud, kind, fatherly father.
Even though he constantly insisted her to call him grand frère.
He looked down at her and patted her head.
They were walking to the dining room.
She never wanted this peaceful life to end.
~Years later~
"A visitor?"
The girl turned around, she had grown during the past years.
She wore a simple blue dress. Hair in pigtails tied at the bottom with red ribbons.
"Yes," The man- France- answered her, looking a bit pale.
He had been away for a few months or so, at war with a foreign country, she never paid mind to it though.
But she did try to make him feel better, but on this day she knew she couldn't do anything.
The matter seemed serious.
So she just nodded.
France on the other hand decided to let her know of what had happened...
"Seychell-" he started, with a bit of sadness in his voice.
"You know I don't like it when you use my island name! Use the name you gave me! Use it! Use it!" She interrupted, with a big smile- trying to get the depression out of his voice.
"Oui... Miche-"
"Nickname~!"
He glared a bit.
"Chelle-"
"Nah. Now that I think about it I think I'd like the regular name..."
France couldn't help but laugh.
"Nevermind, Precious Soliel."
He was a bit at ease, but still nervous.
"No, no. Go on," Seychelles said, but he shook his head.
"Come now, let's eat lunch."
"What's for lunch?" She asked.
"Your favorite- Pissala-" He started, but the girl ran for it with a humongous smile shown on her face.
He shook his head with a small smile.
But then shoved his hands in his pockets, and shook his head again.
With a small frown upon it.
~With another Person~
"Bloody Arse, but finally, of course, I got the upperhand!"
A chuckle could be heard as a man docked his ship.
Bushy eyebrows a stern expression, green eyes and dirty blonde hair.
His aura didn't make others feel at ease with him, he could be the utmost of serious and an ounce of sincere.
He regally walked to the place he had in mind.
A smirk apparent on his face.
"Now I finally get to meet this little island he's been on and on about at each of the World Meetings."
He strolled and finally reached his rival's house.
"Francis Bonnefoy," he smirked. "Such a fool."
~With Seychelles and France~
The two ate and Seychelles waited for this visitor of France's.
Then they heard a knock on the door.
"Ah! is that him? I'll go get it!" Seychelles smiled, and started to run for the door.
"No!"
Seychelles looked back at him, that was the first time he had ever raised his voice.
Well, maybe not the first...
But it rarely ever happened.
"I mean," France forced a smile. "Why don't you finish your lunch?"
Seychelles just nodded, and sat back down.
France on the other hand was growing a bit angry, and he knew it wasn't helping to take it out on the poor little island girl.
So he walked to the door, and smiled.
"Angelterre!"
The country scowled.
"Bloody Arse! Don't say my name in your beastly language!"
"Oh! Aren't we a faisceau de soleil?!" France joked.
"Bloody hell! Just hurry and hand over the island you were gushing about, so I can get along with my business! Before I box your bloody ears!" Britain yelled out, throwing his own language into his rant.
France laughed, and withheld a sighed.
"Oui, she's in the dining room."
Britain scowled and regally strolled to the dining room.
Seychelles blinked.
So this was the visitor?
He looked so funny!
She withheld a giggle that threatened to spill out, and threw food in her mouth to silence it.
After chewing the meal, and finishing it, she greeted him.
"Hi-hi!" She chirped.
"Hello."
His voice was so strange as well!
She smiled and decided to finally start a conversation.
"So, what brings you here?"
"Ah. Picking up something... How long have you been living here?" England asked the island.
"Ever since I can remember! Well... That is, really young! I love living here with France-papa-frère!" She smiled.
England immediately regretted having to take this sweet island away from her favored country.
But brushed it aside, he was Britain! The stern and regal country!
"Why do you have two titles for him?"
"Well. He wants me to call him brother, but I see him as more a papa. So to make ends meet. I call him Papa Brother! Papa for him being older, and frère to mark him as a brother!" She explained to him, it seemed way too simple-minded to Britain.
"I'm here. Sorry it took long," France walked in. "Seychelles... Go..."
He bit his lip.
"-To your room ."
"W... Ok! Nice meeting you, Stranger!" She then walked off, they hadn't even introduced each other to one another.
France's face then dropped to dead serious.
"You are taking my soeru cadette... Well. As her le grand frère... You'd better be prepared to face the consequences if you hurt her."
England waved him off.
"But of course. I am no longer a pirate and now a gentleman, if you remember."
France nodded.
"Well. I'll let you deal with telling her that she has to leave."
Britain scowled.
"Fine then. I will."
He then picked himself up and walked to the door he saw Seychelles walk through.
France sighed.
"WHAT?!"
3... 2...
"France-Papa-frère!" She appeared behind him, then infront. "Say it's not true!"
France looked down.
"I'm sorry. He won..."
Seychelles felt so broken, she didn't know what to do.
France had always been there for her.
Bad nightmares? He'd let her sleep in bed with him. Bullies? He'd stray them so far from her. Love and Food? Always was supplied with lots of laughter and smiles.
Seychelles let her head drop.
It stayed like this for a while, until England decided to break the silence.
"I.. Have work to get to... So, Seychelles, it would be nice if you could go and.. Pack."
He felt terrible, but it was business.
Seychelles glared, and then glanced tearfully at France.
Then walked off.
"Fichu britannique," she muttered as she did.
France's head was still kept down.
"Well. I'll be waiting at the door," England said. Wanting more than ever to laugh in triumph, but had his manners.
"Oui."
With that, Seychelles walked out with her bags, head still down.
Waiting at the door was Britain.
"Go-od... Bye grand frère... Papa..."
The two embraced one another and didn't want to let go.
England cleared his throat.
"Alright. Fine. I am ready," Seychelles seethed, all her anger aimed toward the Brit. "Fichu britannique."
Britain played along.
Oh was she going to learn to respect him.
Then the two walked out, France desperately trying not to run after his Precious Soliel.
The ride was silent.
Too silent.
And all she did was glare with a bitten lip to keep the tears from falling.
Britain stared back.
He had to admit that her face was cute, and that this atmosphere was absolutely awkward and was pissing him off a bit.
He then scowled.
"Your going to learn to respect me."
"Je suis absolument ne sera pas, salaud!" She yelled.
He glared.
She glared back.
Reaching his home, they both walked out.
Thunder crackling between the two.
He opened the door for the girl, he was still a gentleman even being mad at the girl, she stomped in.
He pinned her against the wall, glaring.
"I still have my pirate blood inside me, so don't think for once that I won't take what I want by force."
He then took something from his pocket.
A black collar.
He then snapped it on.
The young island girl...
Had finally...
Been chained.
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Not a oneshot.
I wouldn't end it so sad! Well... I call this sad...
But I hope you all enjoyed and please review!
Magic Cupcakes if you do! :3
Ah... Still gotta update other fanfics... Ugh. Don't know which ones to though... Ah well! I'll figure it out!
Bye~