The Red Flower
By azudreamer at deviantart (.) com /animegirl98 at fanfiction (.) net
Chapter 1: Prologue
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Author's Note: This fanfiction was inspired by a picture of North and South Vietnam by seerin from
deviantart at http (:) (//) seerin (.) deviantart (.) com (/) art (/) Because-132702762 Himaruya hasn't created a character for South Vietnam yet. There's only one Vietnam at the moment. In this fic, there will be two Vietnams: north and south.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia nor the character named South Vietnam. APH belongs to wonderful Hidekaz Himaruya and the character that represents South Vietnam is own and created by seerin at deviantart(.)com.
Warning: Future contents may contain hints of shonen-ai and incest.
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"Hi!" normal talking
"Hi!" thought
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Vietnam 1976
Gazing out into the battlefield, Vietnam braced herself. She looked like she was still in her late teens, or perhaps in her early twenties, and had her dark hair tied in a long ponytail, which she'd tucked up into her helmet. She was clad in a dark green uniform (1), rifle in hand, ready to fight. Her bangs were falling over her eyes, which were usualy hazel, but today were oddly much darker. Pinned to the sleeve of her uniform was a crimson flag with a single gold star in it's center (2); the flag of the nation for which she would give anything.
Before her was the battlefield, littered with dead corpses of wounded soldiers. Their eyes were closed, but their faces never seemed to have found peace. The soldiers had left home to fight for their country, something that all veterans should have been proud to have done for the sake of their homeland.
However, after so many battles…there were many victories, but there were many loses as well. Somehow, when they took the battlefield, they knew that t his would have been the last time they would have marched and see their fellow comrades by their sides. To win, to lose, it didn't seem to have matter anymore.
From the opposite side of the bloodshed scene was a young man who appeared to have barely reached manhood. Clad in a khaki military uniform (3), the young man's dark bangs covered his eyes as well. A rifle was in his arm with and pinned to the sleeve of his uniform was a golden flag with three crimson stripes (4).
"Sister…" the Asian man whispered; his voice was hoarse. "Why?" His forehead was covered with dry blood. He clutched his chest, feeling the pain branching out through his weak body.
Vietnam slowly looked up, giving full eye contact to the young man before her. "Nam (5)…it doesn't have to be this way…" Her eyes were hard like steel; her face didn't betray any signs of emotions.
Nam remained silent. The young woman suddenly snarled, "This wasn't supposed to happen! Become one with me! Nam!" Seemingly permanent lines formed on her forehead. Her brother turned his eyes away. No…she wanted to reach out for his hand.
"No…" the other nation's voice cracked. "I refuse!" As the young man made this statement, he charged into the field. His eyes were wild, everything began to turn red. "Democratic Republic of Vietnam will be no more!"
What happened? She sadly thought. Did it have to end like this?
A flashback of memories began to flood her mind, images began to speed through. A young man in his early twenties appeared in a pair of scarlet silk robes, his ash brown hair was tied into a ponytail (6).
Her mind quickly than switched to the image of a blond man with long wavy hair, his face seemed to have been lit with a light of mischief (7). Next to the blond man was a small boy in his preteen years. He had a thin face with soft smile that brought her attention away from his thin scrawny body. Vietnam closed her eyes, Nam…
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Notes:
"green uniform" (1) – North Vietnam's military uniform
"red, crimson flag adorned with a single golden star at its center" (2) – North Vietnam's flag that was later to be used when the two united.
"khaki military uniform" (3) – South Vietnam's military uniform, inspired by America's.
"gold flag with three crimson stripes" (4) – The original flag used by Vietnam before it was taken over by communism.
Nam (5) – South Vietnam does not have a human name at the moment, so I will call him Nam. Nam is a Vietnamese name whose meaning means "south". Did I just play a pun? O.O
"A young man in his early twenties appeared in a pair of scarlet silk robes," (6) – So China makes his first appearance in the prologue. China won't play a big role until later.
"a blond man with long wavy hair," (7) – France was briefly mentioned. Nothing much to say about him at the moment.
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Author Notes: Sorry is this chapter seems too short. It's only a prologue, so I'm planning to build up from here and try to make my future chapters longer. Please Read and Review! It's been a long time since I really got into writing a fanfiction, so the speed I update may be slow due to school and the rate of my writing and ideas. Another note: feel free to criticize me, but PLEASE give me reason and detail. Is it my grammar? The way I word things? The plot? When I finish this fanfic, I may later decide to come back and rewrite this.