History In The Making (Hetalia/Homestuck)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: History has always fascinated Aradia, and Earth has such a plethora of it that she'd felt no harm in moving there to help uncover it. Was it surprising, then, that she was the one to find those beings who embodied it?

Disclaimer: Homestuck's not mine. Hetalia's Not Mine.

Warning: X-over obv, maybe spoilers depending on how far into Homestuck you are

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As promised, he was waiting for her at the airport when she finally decided to take up his offer, standing out so sharply against the others around him it was a wonder no one else saw anything strange about him. Then again, she wouldn't have thought anything strange about him either if she hadn't had the fairly rare ability to see ghosts.

(Her dancestor apparently shared her gift, though Damara was far more content to ignore the spirits unless absolutely necessary.)

Still, she had promised to consider it, and it was only fair (and fun) to study the living cultures of this world as well as the dead, for comparison if nothing else. Not to mention she was curious as to this 'Indiana Jones' John had mentioned when she'd asked after human action movies she might be introduced to.

She'd also been told to go visit Rose and Roxy since they were currently living in upstate New York, since that was where she was flying in to visit Alfred anyways. She obligingly did not peek ahead in the timeline just to see what would happen if (or when) she did, instead focusing on her time in the large human city that Alternia had never had the equivalent of.

(Even on Beforus, trolls had preferred their space; how humans tolerated and even thrived in such cramped living conditions was an exciting puzzle she hoped to understand in due time.)

Aradia grinned and waved back, ignoring the looks she gathered from the humans around him as she made her way over to him, her luggage already at hand. "Thank you for inviting me."

"No prob," He replied, escorting her through the small crowd of others waiting for friends or family to come through the same doors she did and out of the terminal, the afternoon sun bright after her eyes had gotten used to the internal lighting of the airport itself. "Just lemme know if you need anything while you're here and I'll see if I can hook you up."

"Well, I might need a ride upstate in a week or two," She replied, downplaying the fact that if she really wanted she could just get coordinates from the Lalonde sisters and fly over there on her own power, but as that might make her host (hmm, maybe a better word was needed) nervous, she figured that would be a second resort.

"Upstate? What for?"

"I've been told a few human friends of mine live there, and have been invited to come over since I'm here already."

"Really? That's good- I mean, I won't mind driving you up there as long as I get directions. Or I guess if they want to visit I can give them my address, just to reassure them that I'm not some creep trying to do anything, even though for all I know you have some weird alien kung fu you can use to kick my ass if you wanted to."

Aradia laughed at the notion, partially because she had recently learned about that from a coworker who had taken self defense classes and partially because he was reminding her a great deal of John and Jake. She then wondered if he was into adventures or pranking, and figured that he very likely could be into both.

"Hey, you wanna get food on the way to the apartment?" Alfred asked suddenly. "I know airplane food isn't great and I'm not sure how hungry you are so I mean if there's anything in particular you want-"

"I'm fine with anything," Aradia intervened with a smile. "I haven't really found any human foods that I can't eat so far."

"Oh, that's good, getting you sick would've sorta left a bad impression, but yeah, there's a good Chinese place on the way that we can pick stuff up at-"

She let him ramble, content to examine him while he kept the conversation going mostly by himself. The contained swirl of spirits still lingered next to him, not paying her any notice despite her gift, and she wondered briefly whether he honestly didn't notice them or he was just able to ignore them that well. Maybe she could ask him later, once she knew him a bit better.

His truck was a bit old, but even with no huge interest in mechanics she could feel the age and care put into the vehicle. It was, in fact, almost like some time magic had been used in order to keep it in better condition than it would otherwise be.

Interesting.

She confirmed the feeling as they made their way down the highway, feeling along the thin threads of unintentional yet precise applications of her aspect, and wondered again how much of the game had bled into this universe, and whether Alfred was quite what he presented himself as.

Aradia shot off a message to her friends while her newest project ordered their food inside, innocuous enough to ease their fears while telling them next to nothing about her actual thoughts on the matter. She also, notably, forgot to give them the address he'd given her, because as much as she loved the people she'd gone through The Game with, this was something she wanted to do on her own.

It was simple anthropology, really - if you want to examine the true nuances of a people or culture, you go in alone, with gifts preferably, and do you best to make them feel comfortable with your presence until they start letting their guard down and show you the true workings of their world.

(And really, the others could be so hasty sometimes; if there was one thing they had an abundance of now, it was Time.)

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AN: And part the second. I don't know if I'll ever make this into a genuine story simply because there's no like, huge plot to it, but I guess I can update it occasionally. Maybe. Shrugs.