Hey! I'm thinking about trying this Drabble Challenge I found on tumblr, it sounded really fun and I'm bored! :D The pairing is Prussia X fem!UK C:
Day One: Fantasy
Alice sits in a tree, contemplating life as a sole being. It comes to her easily to be serious, as she is a good child, experienced and knowledgeable in anything, and is perfectly rounded as a scholar.
And yet, she is unhappy. Even as the sun slowly lowers, and she halts time to relish in the lovely, beautiful sunset, she hugs the trunk of the tree that supports the branch she is on, tears brimming in her eyes. She is unsurprised that she is crying, as after her were-dragon boyfriend Kiku died in the war, she has been crying rather often. She removes her glasses so they won't get wet. She has honestly became shell-shocked, unsurprised at everything.
Except for the man calling at her from below.
"Ma'am! Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to Westminster?" He calls, and she gasps, looking down, and a tear escapes, dripping onto his face. He blinks rapidly, now under her, and she marvels at his peculiar accent, and his pale skin and white hair, and his eyes, such a ruby color that they must be god-blessed. "…Ma'am? Why is such a young, beautiful maiden like yourself crying alone in a tree?"
"N-none of your business!" She retorts, rubbing her face furiously, ashamed at showing emotion in front of others, even if surprised. He gives a snarky little grin that makes her want to smack his face in, and begins climbing. "Go away! I don't need a knight in shining armor, you twit!" A loud, confident laugh echoes through her ears as he reaches her and swings up, teetering next to her before gaining his balance.
"Why should I? And technically, I am a soldier, not a knight."
"Because I'm sad!" She shouts. "How the bloody hell are you able to move?! I stopped time!" She exclaims. He shrugs.
"That's you? I've always been able to see time stop… It doesn't happen very often, only once in a blue moon…" He rambles on a little, before finally turning his attention back to the blonde woman, giving a large grin. "Must be the dwarf in me!"
She had heard that dwarves are immune to magic and its properties, but never this much, especially since he looks completely normal! Well, besides the peculiar eye color…
"So what are you, then? Some sort of were-being? With such a strange eye color, surely you have some sort of properties-"
"Nah, I was just born this way, although I am a mix of completely awesome traits from my family. Mom said that it was an old genetics curse called 'albinism', which just means that your cells don't produce enough of something to give it normal coloring. I didn't pay attention to what she said…" he trails off, staring at Alice. "What about you? Given the fact that you have the ability to stop time, plus your eyes are that gorgeous color of green, what kind a magician are you?"
Alice blushes heavily at the compliment, but keeps her stature. "I am a high class, well trained and taught black mage." The man sucks in a breath, giving a low whistle.
"Like, you do all the bad stuff? Like cause plagues and all that noise?" He asks, although not through disbelief or shame, but with more of a curiosity and excitement.
"Why most certainly not!" She replies tartly, turning to face forward stubbornly. "Us black magi are just… controllers of the dark arts. Black magic, voodoo, ghosts- all of that rubbish. We do not cause anything bad, although we have the power to. It's against the rules to cause trouble."
"And I'm guessing you to follow rules often?" He smirks, giving a chuckle.
"Of course! People could get hurt if I didn't!"
"But where's the fun in that? Mischief is always awesome, like myself~" He protests, and she shakes her head.
"The type of things I do, just being a part of the small amount of those who have mastered black magic, is enough thrill and adventure for me for a lifetime or two." Although she says it with such precision and clarity, something in her eyes makes him continue.
"… But that's not true, is it? You want to do more." He states it simply, and she gasps widening her eyes.
"Why, I never-"
"That's why you're out stopping time and bawling your eyes out on a tree, isn't it? You are pleased in yourself, and what you have done, and who you have become; but it's not enough. You want to explore, see the world, meet new people, experience more with your own eyes." She stares at him, appalled at how almost right he was.
"W-well… Partially true, although you shouldn't judge people by what you know about them." She answers.
"Oh, really?" He asks, turning towards her once more, a cunning glint in his eyes. "What did I miss, then?" She closes her eyes, and soon, she's in a faraway memory, sitting on a tree like this, with her boyfriend next to her, and he's worried about what she'll think, when at the full moon, Kiku turns into a dragon. She gives him reassuring kisses and snuggles with him, and when he turns, she's completely awestruck, the long, luxurious Asian dragon hissing at her, spotted milky white and as black as death, eyes round coals, staring into her. He wraps around her, and off they go, into the night.
"You're crying again, miss." Alice is knocked back into reality, wiping her eyes once more.
"Sorry. You missed the fact that my family and boyfriend were killed in the war." She refuses to look at him, refuses to see the apologetic gaze, the pity and sadness that she sees in everyone's eyes these days, the expression that just makes her want to shut herself up in her old family home, and curl under multiple blankets and have a grand sob.
"What division was your boyfriend in?" The man asks curiously, and she whips around to look at him finally, to see everything but apology and sorrow on his face. In fact, there's interest and friendliness coated on his grin. Completely bewildered, she replies.
"H-he was in the moonlight division…"
"That's so awesome! So was my brother! What did your boyfriend transform into, if you don't mind me asking?" He questions.
"He… He was an Asian dragon…" She stares into the sun, feeling lightheaded. She turns to see his face, wonder in his eyes, a large, lopsided grin on his features. She can see the dotted freckles on his face, only a shade darker than his actual skin. And his eyes, shining like fresh apples, or heated lava, or something equally as red, like tomatoes or cherries… She feels her heart open, and soon she's telling him everything, in this moment between day and night.
She tells him about how she has lived in Westminster since she was born, having a mother, father, and three siblings, who all picked on her and made fun of her hair. He asked about the hair, and she replied that she had wild, curly, ferocious hair before she channeled the static into magic. She says that she was seven when she started learning about magic from a boy at school, Lukas, who was her best friend before his family relocated. She said that she began to learn it privately, and when her family found out she was already on her way to a prestigious magic school. There was hell to pay when she returned four years later, hair flat and eyes electric as she told her family exactly how she wished to be treated.
Things in the house were much smoother after that. She went back to regular school, and made more friends, and things were seemingly perfect, until the Greatwood War started, on the east side. Her father went out as a spy, and her three brothers went into war. Her and her mother stayed at home, until the news that her father was assassinated, and the eldest brother was shot down in his plane, and the other two got ripped apart by bears. Her mother killed herself the next week, leaving a note for Alice, saying 'you should join us'. But by then, Alice had Kiku, and she never really liked her family anyways.
When the government of Westminster began calling for magicians and were-beings to join in the war, Kiku was deployed and ordered to go. Alice wanted to go as well, just to be with Kiku, but she was still eighteen, and you needed to be twenty to fight, as Kiku was. They called and wrote to each other for nearly two months, as he met more people and explored without her while on business. When she got the message from the general about his death, she cried for a week, then continued on with her schooling. She perfected her magic, and was ready to fight to her death in the war. It's been ten years, and she's now twenty-eight.
"… I plan on signing up tomorrow, just to get it done and over with." She finishes, glancing up at his face. He looks serious and determined, for the first time in their conversation.
"You listen to me, do not join the war. It will take you in, rough you up, twist your insides, and spit them back out." He whispers, nearing closer to her.
"But-"
"Don't even think about a rebuttal. I know you feel the need to avenge your family and your boyfriend's death, but this is not the way to do it! You don't need to at all!"
"I have been training for this for most of my life. You can't just tell me that- that it was for nothing!" She replies angrily.
"… It wasn't for nothing. It's something you love to do, right?"
"Well, yes." She stammers. He takes her hands, eyes glowing.
"You don't need to have a purpose to do what you love. If you like to do something, just go for it. Fuck everything else."
"Wow, such a poet." She scoffs, but gives a small giggle. He grins again at her, winking slightly.
They continue chatting, this time about the man, whose name is Gilbert. His younger brother is a were-wolf, one of the first that went out to war, and when he came back, he was mean and serious and it was such a complete personality swap that Gilbert couldn't deal with it, and packed his things up and left. He shows Alice a picture of them together, though they're both younger, and the brother has blonde hair and blue eyes.
"I bet if I wasn't an albino, I'd look like him." He comments, before flipping the wallet shut and sliding it back into his backpack. He explains how he was immediately drawn into the war from his town of Germane, and after a few months he ran off, and has been a drifter since then. He tells her of Pari, Fran, and Lond, Unite, both cities not far from Westminster. He says he's been as far as Pain, Russ, and even boarded a boat over to Amer and Can.
"Wow, that is so… so… Simply extravagant!" She exclaims in awe. "You've been everywhere!" He shrugs again, and they continue talking, about things from cooking to sports.
"Y'know," He starts, grabbing her hands tightly, "you could come with me."
"What?! No I can't!" Alice denies. "I have friends in Westminster, and I just can't leave! What would they think?"
"They wouldn't." He explains. "And even if they did, fuck them, y'know? You don't need them, Alice! You need to do what you want to do, and if you want to travel the world, then so be it! I'll be your guide!" She looks into his eyes, truthful and red and caring. They widen a little at the sight of Alice's wonderfully green eyes, and he quickly leans in, planting a rough kiss on her soft lips. She gasps, and when he pulls away and begins muttering an apology, she grabs his collar, pulling him forward to kiss him back.
They stay like that for a few moments, and by the time they're done, the sun has finally continued its voyage downwards, the full moons revealing themselves, shining like new stars.