Hello readers. So I see you have stumbled upon my story. How nice. Now, before you begin reading the actual story, I would greatly appreciate it if you would read this!
This is based off of the movie 'Mama'. There are going to be a lot of differences, but there will also be many similarities. So, there is definitely going to be some OOCness. I'll try to avoid that as much as possible.
Any way, at the bottom I'll add a few more details so I don't spoil anything for you!
Also I would like to apologize before hand for completely butchering Sweden's accent. I'm so sorry.
Iceland: Emil
Norway: Lukas
Denmark: Mathias
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I don't own the movie Mama.
Also! To get a general idea of what's going to happen (If you haven't seen Mama.) Then here is a trailer: w ww. yout ube watch?v =R2nwknM mvdc
Reminder that there are differences between this and Mama.
Enjoy!
Once upon a time...
A little boy sat on a swing set, his feet rooted to the ground. It had just started snowing, and his father had sent him outside without a jacket. The snow tickled his face and he quickly wiped it away before gripping the handles again. The silence was peaceful. So different than what it was inside. It was always so loud, so much yelling. It was nice to get away. To have a moment to himself. He turned the swing around to look in through the large window looking into the kitchen. His father sat with his back facing away, probably working on something at the table.
The boy stood, and walked to the door leading inside. It was getting cold, and the snow was falling rapidly. He pulled the door open, and stepped inside. It was still cold. Why was it so cold?
His father turned to him and smiled. The man stood, and took something off of the table.
"Do you want to go on an adventure?" His father asked, his voice wavering.
The boy nodded happily, and ran off to find his jacket. When he got back to the kitchen, his father had already gotten on his jacket, and was ready to go. His father took his hand and they went back outside.
"There's a cabin in the woods, and it's filled with toys. Toys just for you." His father said, leading them to the woods ahead. "It'll be so nice. And your mother is there too."
"Really?" The boy asked.
"Yes. She's been away for a long time, Emil. She...she missed home. She missed us." His fathers voice cracked on the last word, and a tear rolled down his cheek.
"Daddy why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?" The boy asked, his smile faltering. His father rarely cried. He must of done something. But what?
"No, Emil. No...you didn't do anything." His fathers shoulders slumped a bit, and he let out a shaky sigh. "We're almost there."
Emil's smile quickly returned, and he looked back in front of him, ready to see the cabin full of toys...And all of the toys were for him! He never had many toys. This was going to be so fun! He could show all his friends at school his cool new toys! He could tell his teachers that his mother was home! They always said 'No sweetie she's not going to come back.' But now he could tell them! He could show them that they had been wrong. And then, he could show them his cool new toys.
"Here we are." His father said, grabbing him by the hand. His father led him to the front of the old cabin. The wood was molded, and the roof had caved in, in various places. The door was off of it's hinges, and was crudely stuck between the door frames. It was horrible. His mother was here? His toys were here? This place was so old...why would anyone or anything be here?
His father grabbed the door, and tossed it somewhere behind him. He grabbed Emil's hand and led him inside. The front room was horrible. Scary even. There were no windows, and everything was moldy. It was so dark...His mother wasn't here...There were no toys. But why would his father lie? That was rude. Lying was rude. His father didn't lie to him...
His father sat down on the floor, and Emil sat in his lap, not wanting to sit on the moldy carpet. How could his father sit on that?
"You know I love you, right, Emil?" His father said, lacing his finger through Emil's hair.
"I love you too daddy." Emil said, getting confused.
Something touched the back of his head. He didn't know what it was, but when his father shushed him he didn't question it. He heard a click. His father sobbed, and he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Why was his father crying? It was so scary in here.
Then his father was gone, and all he heard was a scream and a faint crunch. What happened? Where did his father go? Did he leave because he was crying? Was he embarrassed about crying in front of him? Maybe...
"Daddy? It's okay to cry." He said, tentatively standing. "It's really okay to cry. I'm crying too, see?" He wanted to wipe away his tears, but he wanted his father to see it was okay to cry too. It was really okay. There was no shame in crying. Everyone does it...why was his father so sad anyway?
"Daddy?" Emil called out, finally wiping away his tears.
Maybe father left the cabin...maybe mother and the toys were out back. Maybe his father had left the cabin...Oh well. He had to be back at some point. His father wouldn't just leave him in this scary place all alone.
Then there was singing. Beautiful singing. It sounded just like his mother...maybe father had gone to get her a flower...or something...Maybe she had scared father...
"Mommy?" Emil said, walking towards where the sound was coming from. He wanted to see if it really was his mother. Maybe it was some nice lady who lived there. Maybe father had gone to see her.
He stopped when someone gripped his right arm. He glanced to the right, but saw no one.
"Mommy?"
He reached to wipe away the newly shed tears, but someone grabbed his hand, and intertwined their fingers. The hand was soft, and the touch sent goosebumps racing up his arms. He smiled, and gripped the hand tighter. That was when he saw her. A beautiful woman sat on her knees in front of him. She had dazzling green eyes, and beautiful blond hair. She had pale skin, and a soft smile graced her lips. This lady wasn't mommy, but she seemed nice enough.
"Who are you?" The woman asked, her voice sweet as honey.
"Emil...who are you?" He asked, his voice going quiet.
"You can call me mommy." She said, giving him a toothy smile. She released her grasp on him, and pulled him in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around her.
"Mommy." He stated, and rested his head in the crook of her neck. "Do you know where my daddy went?" He asked.
"No...but don't worry. Mommy's got you." She said, her voice lowering.
"Mommy's got you..."
~Three years later~
Two men sat inside a car, two beers sitting in the cup holders. They both stared to the woods which awaited them. Another search for the small boy who had gone missing so long ago. But at this point, it had to be useless...Their friend just couldn't let go of the dream that the small boy was still alive, that Emil was still alive. These useless searches, were the last shred of hope for their poor friend. They were just too good of people to tell him the truth.
"So." The smaller of the two said, his usually cheerful voice going down to a monotone. "How far should we go in?" He asked.
The bigger of the two shrugged, and opened his car door. He was quickly followed by the smaller man. They both stood by the car, continuing to stare at the woods.
"Berwald?" The smaller man asked.
"Hm?"
"Should we just..."
"No."
He nodded, and begrudgingly started walking towards the woods. The bigger soon followed, checking to still maker sure he had his phone and flash light. Both were there. He nodded to himself, and rested his hands in his pockets.
"So, I say we go in a bit farther than last time, see if there's anything we missed. There might be something if we're lucky."
The bigger nodded. Maybe. Maybe there might be something. But there most likely wasn't going to be something. Tino said this every time they went on a search. Go a little farther, try a little harder. But it was getting useless. Every time, nothing. The same trees, the same ground, the same nothing. Every god damn time.
After an hour of walking in a straight line, they decided to take a rest. They sat on a fallen tree, which moss had already started to devour. Tino rested his head on Berwald's arm, sighing every so often.
"We're not going to find anything." He finally let out, saying what both had been thinking. Berwald nodded, and rested his head on Tino's. They both sat like that for a few more minutes, before something caught Tino's eye.
"Did you see that?" Tino asked, suddenly standing. Berwald readjusted his glasses before shaking his head.
"Well I saw something. I'm gonna go look."
Then Tino had disappeared beyond the trees, and Berwald was left alone on the fallen tree, with only the birds to keep him company.
"Oh my god I found something! Berwald! I found something!" Tino's voice rang out.
Berwald was then running to where he had gone. And truth be told, there was a cabin. A fucking cabin. Something. There was...there was something. Tino grabbed his hands, and began jumping up and down in excitement.
"What if he's here? What if he's alive? Oh my god, Berwald, Emil might be in there alive! Maybe not healthy, but alive!" Tino then hugged him, still shaking with excitement. This was hope. This was something. This was the something they needed.
Berwald could only pat him on the back.
Hopefully this something wouldn't let them down.
And standing out here wasn't going to prove or disprove anything.
"W' should look 'ns'de." He said, pushing away the smaller man.
"Oh! Oh yes we should!" Tino said.
They both walked towards the cabin, hands at their sides. This something. This...something. It wouldn't let them down. It couldn't. It wasn't allowed to let them down at this point. They had been let down enough. This something, was not going to let them down. If it did, Berwald would make sure it was smashed to the ground, and by his own hands. He wasn't going to let this cabin let them down.
There were three planks nailed sloppily across the door, near the top. They hung loose, and one had was already half off. Berwald easily took them down, and stepped inside followed by Tino.
It was dark. There were no windows, and it smelled of rotten flesh and and mold. Emil couldn't possibly be here...could he?
"I'll check the kitchen you check the bedroom." Tino said, before dashing off in search of the kitchen.
Berwald hated this cabin. It was absolutely hideous, and it was obvious no one had lived here for a very long time. Mold had taken over the small home completely, and he was surprised almost that he and Tino weren't already dead from the foul stench. He walked slowly to a door that lay in front of him. It was a crack open, and the doorknob was long gone. Hopefully that was the bedroom. He had no intention of looking throughout the rest of the cabin.
Footsteps. Were those footsteps behind him? Berwald turned, thinking to see a raccoon or stray cat, only to look at nothing. But, those were footsteps, weren't they? Maybe not. He sighed, and turned back to the door. Now it was wide open. Wide open. When did it...
Tino screamed, and Berwald found himself in the kitchen.
"A pile of cherry pits. There's a pile a cherry pits." Tino said, a smile making it's way onto his face. "He could really be here...He could be here."
Berwald nodded.
More footsteps. From the living room again. Berwald lifted a hand over Tino's mouth. He raised a single finger to his mouth before removing his hand from Tino's face. They both walked slowly towards the living room.
And there was a boy, wearing clothes far too small for him, covered in dirt. He sat on the ground, picking at a cherries skin. His hair still short, and a face of determination.
The boy looked up, and let out a terrifying scream. He stood shakily, and ran at the two men. He attacked Berwald's legs, tearing at the rough fabric. Berwald glanced over at Tino, who was staring at the boy.
"C'll th' pol'ce." Berwald said, bending down to remove the estranged child from his legs.
Tino pulled out his phone, and dialled.
Lukas sat at his desk, sloppily writing something down in a notebook. Glaring at the paper, devoid of anything he liked, he decided the best way to rid of his anger was to throw the pen at the wall and watch it bounce off. He pushed away from the desk, and let his computer chair roll him towards the middle of the small room. When he finally came to a stop, he looked up at the ceiling. Posters were pinned to the ceiling, and among them were random photos of him and his family and friends. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms, and let himself think.
"Couldn't think of anything?" The all too familiar voice broke him out of his trance.
Lukas sat up, putting on his regular glare.
"No. It's useless." He said, trying to keep from shouting.
He was trying to write a book. A book. Some stupid book to try and keep his mind off of his nephew. But he couldn't think of anything. And it was bothering him. He couldn't write romance. He barely knew how to handle his own love life. He couldn't write angst without getting mad at his own characters stupidity, how they could just get over it and move on with their lives. Horror and action were a loss to him. The supernatural was interesting, but he couldn't keep up with his own mind on that one, so he finally just gave up. Magic. Magic he could do. But how would he even write it without someone automatically thinking he was trying to copy J.K Rowling? It was hopeless. And it only made him more stressed.
"Maybe I could help you?" The Dane asked, sitting on Lukas' lap. He laid his head on Mathias' back, and let out a sigh.
"You would only make it worse." He mumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric.
"What was that? I would be the best helper ever?"
Lukas lifted his head and stated a simple 'No.' before laying his head back down. Mathias would make it so much worse. He would probably try to make him write about their sex life.
The phone rang, and Lukas quickly pushed Mathias off. He quickly stood and ran over to the phone. He fumbled with it for a minute before answering it.
"Hello?" He said, trying to hide the franticness in his voice.
"We found him! We finally found him!" Tino shouted through the phone.
"You found him? Where?"
"We only had to look a bit farther. He was in some nasty cabin, but he was there."
"And my brother?"
Tino paused. So his brother was gone. Figures. Who needed the idiot anyway. He could barely keep his life together. He probably left Emil at the cabin to rot.
"No, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Don't be. When can I see him?"
Tino paused again. There were whispers.
"I don't know, but it might be soon. They're taking him to the hospital, so if they allow you to, you should be able to see him."
"Thank you. Oh God thank you..."
"I have to go! They want to take us in for a bit and ask a few questions. I'll see you soon!"
Tino hung up. Lukas stared at the wall in front of him, standing completely still. They found him. They finally found him.
"What?" Mathias asked, walking up beside him.
Lukas allowed himself to give a small smile.
"They found him." He whispered, holding the phone close to his chest.
"They found him."
Emil sat on the bed, staring at the wall opposite him. He had been talking to the wall for the past hour, and seemed to have no intention of stopping. Somehow, he was carrying on a conversation with someone who wasn't even there. Schizophrenia didn't seem to be the right word. But...what else? What else could it be? Maybe the boy had snapped. Maybe it was too late.
The nurse quickly jotted something down, before glancing back up at the small boy. He had grabbed a small stuffed animal, a puffin, and was showing it to 'Mommy'. The nurse smiled. He was so cute. But...crazy. Quite crazy. Of course, living for three years in the woods with nothing to eat but cherry pits certainly had to take some toll on a person.
Suddenly Emil's head snapped up. The nurse jumped, and took a step away from the window. She caught her breath before stepping back. Damn kids. At least he was cute. But when she looked back, there was Emil, staring at her through the window. He shouldn't have been able to see her. She screamed, and fell back. She then quickly stood, after grabbing her clipboard and pen. Emil was still there when she finally dared to look back.
"Mommy doesn't like you." He said, his voice almost sounding teasing. "She doesn't like you. She doesn't like you. Not one bit. She hates you. And you know what Mommy does to people she doesn't like? Do you want to know, what my Mommy does?"
The boy pressed his hands against the window, and leaned in closer. He grinned, and whispered the last three words he said. The last three words the nurse heard.
"She kills them."
"I cant determine exactly how he survived, but your two friends did find a pile of cherry pits in the kitchen. Somehow he must of found them over the years and eaten those. Strange, really. But anyway, onto his condition. He is extremely underweight, and underfed. So right now every so often we feed a tube through his stomach to deliver him his food since he refuses to eat anything other than cherries."
The doctor smiled, but Lukas only stared back at him. The doctor inwardly sighed, and continued. "He actually has quite a vocabulary. Strangely enough, if you wanted you could have a conversation with him. If he cooperated, that is." The doctor laughed before pushing up his glasses.
Lukas tapped his fingers against the desk, awaiting for the doctor to say something else. This was extremely boring, and Mathias had fallen asleep at some point during the meeting, and was now laying on the couch, snoring loudly. So he had no way to keep him amused. Not that Mathias amused him. More like annoyed him.
"How? He was there for three years." Lukas questioned.
The doctor sighed, before grabbing a pen.
"Well, I don't know. We just honestly don't know. But, there is something." The doctor paused, "He says...that there is a very nice lady who calls herself, 'Mommy'. I hear that his mother had died when he was four, correct?"
Lukas nodded. Emil's mother had been...strange. She would scream about the voices, the monsters...How they would never leave her alone. How they would pull her hair, call her names, tell her about how she was going to die. He remembered when his parents got that call, that she had drove off a bridge. It was horrible.
Not that he cared about her, but about Emil. Who would be the mother figure in his life?
And what about his father, that old drunk?
He would have called the police, but his parents made him swear not to. He should have anyway.
"I think he may have created this imaginary friend, as a way to deal with the loss of his mother."
"No. He was perfectly fine before he went missing." Lukas said, getting slightly annoyed at the doctors ignorance.
"Then maybe he made this 'Mommy' as a way to deal with his father leaving. I cant be for certain, though. So, there is one final thing that we need to discuss before I can let you crazy teenagers go."
Mathias at this time let out a very loud snore. Lukas rolled his eyes, and motioned for the doctor to go on.
"Since Emil doesn't exactly have any legal guardians, we need to put him up for adoption. But, I don't think that would work out too well, and I don't think you would like that either. So, I was thinking of offering something to you. There's a house down by Walters Street that they keep for certain experiments, it's vacant now though. So I was thinking, that if you let me run tests on Emil, keep an eye on his progress and everything, then I could let you all live there. You, your boyfr-"
"Mathias is not my boyfriend. We are simply room mates."
"You and Emil-"
"Mathias would come with me. He wouldn't exactly have anywhere to live if I left."
The doctor gave him a strange look and sighed, but let it drop.
"You three would live together. You would get somewhat custody over Emil, a nice big house, no bills, a pay check actually, and I get to record his progress. It's a win, win. Maybe even more for you. So, what do you say?"
The doctor reached a hand over the desk. Lukas stared at it for a minutes before shaking it. The doctor smiled.
"So we have an agreement. You just need to sign some paperwork and you can be on your way."
"I don't see why I cant just take him to the home now." Lukas said, eyes narrowing as he watched Emil play with one of the toys he had recently been given. "He's perfectly fine. Aside from...Mommy."
The doctor chuckled and patted Lukas on the shoulder. Lukas took a step away from him, and when the doctor turned to look back at Emil, he brushed off his shoulder.
"It's just one more week. You'll be fine. He'll be fine." The doctor motioned to Emil. "And, if it makes you feel any better, you can step in there with him for a few minutes. "
The Norwegians eyes snapped to the doctor.
"I can go in?" He asked, holding back a smile.
"Yeah. Let me just unlock the door." The doctor said, grabbing his keys from his pocket. He stuck the key into the hole, and carefully turned it, as to not disturb the small boy. "But don't expect him to be how you remember him." The doctor explained, opening the door. He stepped away, and gestured for Lukas to enter.
Lukas stood at the entrance for a minute, before taking a few tentative steps in. Emil sat on the floor, holding a toy puffin to his chest. He seemed to be talking to himself. Lukas could see his lips moving, but didn't hear anything. He tried to think of a way to approach his nephew, but nothing came up.
"Um...hello Emil."
The boys head snapped to him. Emil's eyes bore into him, and he could feel goosebumps rise up on his skin. The glare was hate-filled. The doctor had said not to expect Emil to be exactly the same but...
"Hello." The boy said, his voice completely blank.
"How are you?" Lukas asked, sitting on the bed.
Emil turned back to the wall, and held the toy closer to him, if even possible. " I was good. Until you came in and scared Mommy away." Emil stared at the wall in front of him, as if expecting 'Mommy' to suddenly appear. "And we were having so...much fun." The boy smiled softly.
"Do you remember me?" Lukas cleared his throat a bit. This was terrifying in it's own way. Seeing Emil after three years...After three years of searching...
"Hm...I think I might. But I don't know. Mommy said not to trust you, because you knew daddy. So I might know you. But I'd rather not."
Lukas was slightly taken aback. What was going on through Emil's mind? This child...God what had happened to him...
"So, does Mommy make all the rules then?"
"Yes. Mommy knows best. Mommy knows everything. And she doesn't like you. And she doesn't like the doctor...she doesn't like those two men who found me...she doesn't like your boyfriend...She only likes me. Because I'm her little boy. And you all are just getting in the way of her love." Emil sighed, and set the toy down. He turned to face Lukas, who was holding his breath. Waiting for Emil to say something else...anything.
"And do you know what Mommy does to people she doesn't like?" Emil asked, almost teasingly.
"What does Mommy do?" Lukas asked.
"Times up." The doctor said poking his head through the door.
Lukas shot him a death glare, but stood and said a quick goodbye to Emil. He walked out, feeling Emil's eyes boring holes through him.
Emil stayed where he was, but pulled the puffin away from his chest. He held it out in front of him.
"I don't like him either Mommy." Emil said, shaking his head. "I don't like him one bit."
Alright, I'm going to be clarifying a few things for everyone here.
In the beginning of the story Emil is five, and when he is found by Tino and Berwald he's eight.
'Mommy' is not all that she seems obviously. And yes, I admit I did base her slightly off of Hungary. Sorry, I guess.
Also, Mathias and Lukas are dating and live together. They are moving into the house together. Tino and Berwald are dating.
And if any of you are utterly confused, yes 'Mommy' is real.
Mommy killed Emil's father if that wasn't obvious.
When Emil's mother committed suicide Emil was four and Lukas was eighteen.
If you have any more questions, then just message me and I'll answer them right away. I know the story is kind of confusing...I can tell. Anyway... I hope you liked it!
~Faygo