I'm now continuing this, even though this chapter hasn't been Betad. She's been absent for a while, so I decided to upload another chapter anyway. *devilish smirk*
Human names I've made up are;
Norway=Lukas
Denmark=Simon
Iceland=Emil
Holy Roman Empire=Leonard
Headaches and other pains
Some writing, hastily scribbled I an old book
This is going better than I could have hoped for! My power is increasing with every passing hour.
I'm a little sorry about taking the power from Tino and the other Nordic's; and I still don't understand why it didn't affect Berwald. Maybe it's because he's stronger than them, or my powers were too small at the time. Oh, well…
A headache had been lurking just below Roderich's temples since he'd, quite unexpectedly, been more or less forced into being a parent. It had been such a long time since he'd had to act as a guardian; and these three boys were not helping at all.
"Will you stop fighting already?" he gave up the tries to separate the boys with his sadly inexistent strength, retorting to using a solemn and angered voice. "I expect you to know better. You are acting like children." he scolded the boys.
"Actually." Gilbert grinned widely. "We are children. Kesesese~" the laugh was promptly ended by a smack from each of the two other boys. "Gottverdammt West! It's true!"
"Oh, shut up, or I'll beat you with my peace price!" Vash yelled at him, holding mentioned price ready in case the albino decided not to shut up.
"No one threatens mein brother except for me." Ludwig roared angrily over the brother's head.
"Yeah? Why don't you stop me?"
If this continued, someone was bound to get hurt, or have a violent death; and at this point, it seemed like that someone would probably be Gilbert. As much as Roderich disliked Gilbert, he wouldn't want him dead. Injured, yes. But not dead. Usually, Roderich would deal with these problems by letting his emotions out through the piano, but the piano was the reason the boys were in trouble. Somehow; they had gotten jam everywhere on it, even under some of the tangents. How they'd managed remained a mystery to everyone, including themselves. It had been a very unfortunate accident, but an accident nonetheless.
"Gilbert, Vash, Le-" Roderich stopped himself. "Ludwig. If you have to kill each other, at least do it out of the house."
"Whatever. I'm way too awesome to die in your unawesome house, anyway."
"Dumkopf!" Ludwig smacked the brother another time, expertly grabbing him by the ear at the same time, half-dragging Gilbert out of the room.
Vash huffed and followed the duo into the corridor, where a couple of thuds indicated that he had put his threat of hitting Gilbert with his peace price into action.
Roderich sank down on the first chair he found, burying head in hands and cursing himself in Austrian. "He is dead." he reminded himself. "He died centuries ago. Ludwig may look like him, but I ´'m sure it's only a coincidence." Looking at Ludwig's child form brought back a lot of memories Roderich had regarded for a very long time now. Memories from when Feliciano and Leonard still lived in his house, when they were still a family. That family had been ripped apart when the news of Leonard's death reached them. The look on Feliciano's face… It was nothing Roderich could ever forget.
Lukas threw a poisonous glare at his younger brother, wishing looks actually could kill. He couldn't understand why Emil wouldn't call him "brother dear" now that they were children again. The only reason he'd had not to say it was that they were no longer children; and that it was childish. Now they were children; and Emil still wouldn't say it. Another glare informed Lukas that his brother was fast asleep on the couch, huddled up with Simon and Tino. It looked very nice, actually, sleeping together like that. Anytime Simon was quiet was good, so sharing beds with him wouldn't be that bad. Not that Lukas wanted to share anything with Simon, not at all; and especially not a bed.
"Hey, Emil." Lukas tried calling to gain attention from his brother. "Are you sleeping?" Of course, he didn't get an answer. At least not from who he'd expected it from.
"Why are ya asking?" Simon struggled his head from under Tino's arm, yawning widely. "Ya lonely over there?"
"N-no. Of course not, stupid." Lukas blushed, refusing to look at Simon.
"Ya look lonely, though. Do ya want me to keep ya company?"
"Why would I want your company? You're too loud, anyway. And- Hey!" an angry howl wasn't to be held back as Simon jumped into the armchair, throwing his arm around Lukas's shoulders like it was nothing. "What do you think you're doing?"
"You're really cold, ya know. I'm jus' tryin' to get you warm again."
"Stop touching me, you-" Lukas paused to find a fitting word. "You nitwit."
"Watcha gonna do 'bout it?" The teasing tone wasn't as prominent as it would usually be, mostly because of Simon's sleepiness. There really wasn't anything Lukas could do to stop Simon.
"I'm going to set my trolls at you." He growled, before giving in and settling with his head against Simon's shoulder. "You better not drool." he warned.
"Good night."
"It's not night, you moron." Simon doesn't reply, he's already fallen asleep again. "Sweet dreams." Soon thereafter, Lukas, too, has fallen asleep, not caring how his brother is going to make him suffer when he wakes up.
It's not an unusual occurrence when someone, usually Francis, is sneaking around Roderich's garden. All the time, Francis would sneak in to sit by Roderich's garden, whining about how handsome he was and how he wanted Roderich to belong to him. Ignoring the French whines was easy, but the second voice, not familiar to the garden, proved itself to be much more difficult to ignore; mainly because its owner usually stayed away from Roderich.
"But Angleterre." Francis complained. "Why did you drag me here if you didn't want me to look at him? How can I not look? His face, it's so handsome. Such poise…"
"Do you really need me to explain it again? I know your brain is tiny, but still." Arthur's voice barked at him.
"Huh? You have told me? Pardonez moi; I must have been busy trying not to stare at those dead caterpillars you insist on calling your eyebrows." the smirk on Francis' face is practically audible.
"There's nothing wrong with my eyebrows!"
"Not if you are trying to make them look like used mops."
"You wanker!"
"It takes one to know one…"
"Why, you-"
Flipping his newspaper open; Roderich proceeded to ignore the sounds of Arthur trying to strangle Francis, humming quielty to himself while doing so. "I hope Arthur has success in killing Francis. It would be a waste of hope if he didn't."
"Aniki! Aniki! Guess what?" Im Yong Soo cheered, practically invading Yao's house with a bright, somewhat eerie grin. "Aniki originated in me, so you have to do as I say! That means I can touch your chest as much as I want to! Da ze!"
Usually, this was when Yao would yell at Yong Soo for being rude and inconsiderate; and yet, the house stayed oddly quiet. There wasn't even an irritated "Aaiya!" to tell where Yao was at. A well-behaved brother, or anyone at all that had been raised somewhat properly, would leave and come back later in hope Yao would be home by then. But Yong Soo wasn't a very behaved person at all; he had never been, and there was very little hope he'd ever be.
"I wonder if Aniki has any food." Yong Soo sighed happily at the thought; he really liked Yao's food, even though he wouldn't admit it to any of his siblings. "I bet he does. Aniki always has food for us." with `us,´ Yong Soo was referring to himself and his other siblings.
"Get out of here, aru." a little girl hissed at him as soon as he entered the room. She was holding a panda, almost as big as herself, neatly against her chest and glared at Yong Soo from under a long, ash-coloured fringe. "Now, aru."
"So cute!" Yong Soo squealed, picking the girl up to hug her, despite her protest. "I found you, so that means I'm your hyung, right?" Happily, he inspected the little face. "You look like aniki Yao... He- He didn't, right? With Ivan, I mean. You're not..."
"No, aru! I did not!"
Well, that was fun. Hopefully, I'll be updatinng wquite often this week. Yay~! I have work practise at a school. In the second grade. So, I hope I'll get some inspiration from the kids.