AN: Hi! I have three big news to announce!
- First news: OMG this fic has reached over 250 views I'm so happy jsagrubscgejhgfsjdgbxdzngv! Thanks for all of your support! Big big thank to anyone who has read, fav, followed The Country who Waited, it means a lot to me.
- Second news: I finally decided to turn this into a series of Doctor who/Hetalia crossover one-shots/ drabbles! *throw flowers* I just can't stop thinking of how great this crossover is and you guys' support helped me make up my mind~ You are all great! Great! Greattt!
- Third news: I also take prompts! Ta-daaaa! If you have any prompt about this crossover, please let me know (pm me here or go anon on my tumblr if you like :3) and I'll see what I can do ^^~ (especially prompt about England and 11th Doctor) You can choose the story to take place in the same time with The Country who Waited, or a completely stand-along fic. I'll be pretty busy with exams for the next three weeks but I won't neglect any prompts! Promise!
Ok, enough of my rant. To the story! (drabble, actually)
Hetalia/Doctor Who crossover series
Home
In which the Doctor found his second home (Warning: spoiler for the 50th anniversary)
The Doctor was happy. He had found a destination for his journey, he finally had somewhere to return, he didn't commit genocide against his own race. Never did, never would. So he was happy. The journey had yet to end, but at last he knew where he was going. The knowledge lit up hope in his eyes, spreading warmth in his hearts, bringing peace to his soul. It was wonderful.
It was then he started to wonder. What about his little boy? Where was his home?
'You're sitting in my house and yet you asked that, Doctor?' England, no, Arthur, quirked an eyebrow at him, his teacup half way to his lips.
'I didn't say 'house'. I said 'home'.' The Doctor shrugged. 'Where you could come back to. One day.'
Arthur set his cup down and frowned a little as if he was trying to remember. The Doctor thought back to the day he first met Arthur - a little boy sleeping under a tree in a golden field. He had followed Arthur through every states of the boy's life and yet he had never seen the other called anywhere his home. Maybe because he himself was the country, or it simply because he didn't want to tell the Doctor.
'I don't have one.' Arthur said after a moment, a look of sadness crossed his face.
'Sure you must have one! Everyone has! Somewhere to go back to when you're tired, somewhere that has someone waiting for you, somewhere sunny, and windy, and...' The Doctor dropped mid-sentence, flailing his hand around like it would do any good to deliver his point. Arthur giggled a little at that.
'No, Doctor. I really don't have anywhere to come back to.' Arthur's face fell again. His emerald eyes looked tired, tainted with wars and time. 'I live for my people only. When this country falls, I'll just return to the seabed, maybe.' Arthur smiled bitterly. 'Though other countries do have somewhere to come back to, I suppose. America, Canada, India,...they come back to me. They know I'll be waiting in my garden, those idiots. I never can let go of them. France comes back to where Jeanne is buried, Austria to Hungary, Russia to his sisters,...But me...I don't think so.'
'There must be somewhere, Arthur.' The Doctor whispered, reaching out to take his little boy's hand.
'And why would I need one, Doctor?' Arthur queried. 'I have you, I have other countries though they're mostly idiots. I know that you guys will be there for me and that's enough. When my land crumbles and the sea embraces me, I'll know that there are people, countries that will remember. I'll be the place for others to come back to and I'm content with it. That's all I can ask for. I accept it.' Arthur said and the Doctor found himself at loss of words.
'Just please, Doctor.' The Brit continued. 'When you finally find Gallifrey, know that you still have a second home…on Earth.' His little boy smiled and squeezed his hands gently. The Doctor opened and closed his mouth like a fish for a while before finally smiled back, tears brimming in his eyes.
'I will.'
It was wonderful that he now knew where he was going. But he was also happy that he now discovered a second home. A second home which had a rose garden where a country with hair as gold as morning sunlight and eyes as lively as the forest in the spring stood, watered the plant and waited for a wheezing sound. A sound that brought hope to everyone, including an island country.
End?
AN: The 50th Special just left me speechless! I cried a lot and it was because I was too happy ; v ; An Adventure in Space and Time is awesome too! And The Five(ish) Doctors Reboot! Arghhhh I've been spending the whole week fangirl-ing over Doctor Who =w= What about you guys? And because this is too short, I'll post the next one-shot in a couple of hours. Until then…reviews?
