Chapter 6: The Mongol Invasions
Author's Note: A gift for Thanksgiving for those of you who celebrate that holiday: a new chapter! OMG, I thought I would never finish this chapter! It took such a long time to finish this. So much research and having no idea of how to squeeze it into one decent length chapter! Enjoy it guys, the next one may come slow...
Summary: The war between the two Vietnamese siblings was about to come to its close. South Vietnam grinded his teeth. It was stupid China's fault for this to happen. Him and his stupid flowers. Loosely based on Vietnam's history since its 1000 years of rule under China to the Vietnam War.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia nor the character named South Vietnam. APH belongs to the AWESOME Hidekaz Himaruya and the character that represents South Vietnam is own and created by seerin at deviantart(.)com.
Age Section:
Mongol Empire – 23 (1000) (was a nomad before becoming an empire)
Dai Viet – 16 (2700)
Champa – 21 (1500)
China – 20 (3200)
1258 AD
1st Invasion
Mongol Empire grinded his bare teeth. "Dai Viet!" Where was that woman?! The Mongolian jerked around. "I know you're here somewhere!" This was rather typical. The prey always runs away, he noted. His hair was worn in its usually braid, his nose was high in the air with arrogance.
Mongol Empire was once only a small nation that was barely noticed by his surrounding neighbors. He was harmless, a tiny, insignificant nation. He quickly rose in strength as the 13th century bloomed. United by his people, they together gained reign of numerous nations across the globe. One country after another.
As he rose into power, the empire began to notice changes. The nations that once played with him as a child (more like picking on him) no longer went up to him. When ever he was around, the others would only back away with a look of fear upon their faces. He was only trying to bring them together. He only wanted them to become one and learn to get along. Did that make him the bad guy? Wasn't that what everyone wanted? To be all the same and have peace? (1)
His eyes narrowed, his vision was still blurry. No matter, he decided, he'll find her sooner or later. Soon, all of the continent would be his for the taking. With China on his side, nothing could stop him from achieving his goal.
The sky was a clear hue of blue forget-me-nots, not a single cloud was found. A rainbow array of colors shone from the sun that was hovering over the civilization, as if mocking the citizens down below with its cheerful, too optimistic, sunny rays. The day was too perfect.
Underneath the picture perfect nature, sparks flew across the city with shouts polluting in the atmosphere. Their cries pierced through the otherwise empty streets that were now deserted by their inhabitants. Doors were knocked down, buildings were burnt, the hot sizzling ground was boiling hot. A nasty smell of dead flesh was in the warm, humid air.
Citizens were panicking in fear, running for their lives. Mothers held their children close to their chest, worrying for the sake of their children's fate. Men were running in all sorts of directions. Some were cowering in fear, trying to help their family and wives get to safety. Others had more courage to put up a fight that would only end up of being outnumbered and defeated. All the same, all of the people wanted the chaos to cease.
The capital of Thăng Long (2) was flooding with soldiers, attempting to break into the building. Dai Viet was frantic. It had been slightly more than/less than a year since the invading empire had came to her place, demanding for her help in China 's conquest. Her refusal seemed to have angered the Mongol. In his rage, he and his army had quite literally broken into her place.
The woman was determined not to let this escape without punishment! Her bodyguards are kindly volunteered to protect her from Mongol Empire's men. She appreciated their help, she really did. But…they were only human. They were more fragile than they would have liked to believe. The Mongolian man could have easily broken their bones if he had wished to have done so. His army was bigger than hers. Her men looked so determined; she didn't want to break their spirits.
Her king gave her the option to escape while she still had to time, but the young nation kindly refused the offer. No. She would not leave. She would not abandon her countrymen. If they were to suffer the consequences, so be it. The country would have preferred to have died by remaining with her people rather than run away like a coward. She had more pride than that!
A soldier beside her stated. "They're coming."
"Yes" She sighed. This was almost like her era under China. The only difference was, this time; she would be ready to fight back. She was no longer the defenseless little girl China had met those centuries age. She was now a woman, a nation at her own right. She had fought for her freedom, and she was not going to let it go. Not now. Not ever.
The sound of the terror increased from a small murmur to an eventually loud booming noise of anger and bloodshed. An army of heartbeats pounded on the door, their deafening repetition crescendo by tempo, pumping out the blood spilled across the front door.
Dai Viet felt small prickles of pain glazing over her chest. This feeling was not foreign to her, but it still harmed her all the same. No matter how much she had experienced this sensation, she could never get over it. There always seemed to have been someone. Someone who would want to harm her people. Her children! How dare they would harm them!
Over the macabre rhythm of the symphony was that one voice. That command that stood out so clearly over the others.
"Open up!" Dai Viet's heart skipped a beat. Mongol Empire. She froze. No…
"OPEN UP!" Was the woman deaf? Dai Viet would not move. Her mind failed to comprehend her surroundings.
BOOM
The door was slammed down with great force, picking it up to swing the wooden masterpiece into the wall, piercing the wall by several inches. What strength he had! This was no normal human being… What was he?
The empire entered the building with a sense of authority and power hovering around him. Her army's assertiveness suddenly plundered down. The men could only gawk at their enemy before them. His very presence, his battle aura, took a clear stance.
He was adorned in his battle suit of armor, layered with plates of iron over his usual red garment he wore with a blade in his left hand. The rusty sword was tickly coated with crimson blood, blood of those who had died in the hands of the deadly empire. The man wore a fox smile on his face that was rather inappropriate to the atmosphere of those around him.
However, when Dai Viet carefully examined his face, she had found small flaws of scars and small spots of uneven skin. Of disease? What happened to him.
As if reading her mind, the empire replied. "We had quite a bit of trouble getting to you." Still smiling, "Your people gave us such a hard time. They sure don't know when to give up, do they?"
Silence fogged the Mongol's statement. Beads of sweat poured down the side of her cheek. Don't say anything to anger him! This man, she thought, this man is insane with power!
"You see these marks?" He asked her, pointing to himself, tracing the small scars tracing around the side of his left ear. The small mark was almost unnoticeable, but was still rather deep. Small drops of blood was drooling out of the small cracks. Dai Viet carefully nodded.
He opened his eyes. His dark eyes were empty; he stopped smiling. "These things…"
He quietly told her. "Were because of your wrecked land."
"My men… they were sick from your stupid humid weather…" Mongol Empire unsteadily pointed his finger at her; his eyes were wild and wide. "My people… Your people… You killed them!"
The man slowly approached her. Dai Viet grew tense, what was he planning to do to her? Mongol Empire cheerfully told her, no humor reached his burgundy eyes. The man had a hungry look on his face. "This will only last a moment." He grabbed her by the sleeve and vigorously slammed her into the opposite wall.
"Why so scared?" He whispered. "I won't harm you too much. I'll leave you strong enough to stand." He licked the side of her cheek. The maiden flinched as if the empire had smacked her in the face. Her eyes contracted. The empire ignored the struggling of his opponent as he started to pull down her clothes…
Splash!
Everything stopped. Moist blood slowly began to spread across his wrist. Mongol Empire paused to look over at the fool who dared to stab him. He turned over to be face to face to a petite man who appeared to have been in his forties.
Judging by his worn bear feet and faded attire underneath his armor, the soldier seemed to have been a peasant, a rice farmer. His face was dripping with sweat, dry blood was smeared across his the side of his ear. The middle age man was still holding onto his bloody sword when the empire's attention was directed to him.
The other nation slowly stood up to roll back her sleeves. She could only stare at the man.
Mongol Empire wiped the blood off the mark, absentmindedly staring at the blood on his fingertips. Dai Viet heard the empire quietly mumble to himself. For a moment, he about his victim, the empire glared at the other man. The soldier didn't shrink nor flinched at the empire's sudden approach.
"Do you know who I am?" The soldier didn't respond. Did he understand him? He uncertainly shook his head.
The empire smiled. The man only solemnly stared back, at the corner of her eyes, Dai Viet saw the soldier's hands shaking. Mongol Empire changed into a lax position, and in a matter of several steps, crushed the man's chest with a few blows from his fists. His cry of pain pierced though Dai Viet's eardrums. All of the man around her turned into a sickly shade of green at the fate of their fellow comrade.
That smile turned into a smirk. "Now where was I?" The rest of the night, her shrieks and screams were heard into the ill silent night.
1282 AD
Dai Viet's face was carved into a permanent scowl. She may have not been handled into the same fate as China, but she was definitely not pleased with her position. Bellum wise, she was well off against the Mongols. However… much to her dismay, she, along with many other nations, were forced into accepting the Mongols' overlordship. What matter the most though, was that this peace treaty should have been enough to last her awhile… until they decided to change their minds.
Part of the reason of why Dai Viet's fate was rather soft in comparison to the others may have been because of Mongol Empire's other nuisances. After invading Dai Viet, the empire thought that it was okay to invade other nations as well, like Champa.
While Champa's king was running away from the invaders, the nation herself stayed at the capital that would eventually fall into the hands of the empire himself. A sail rose over the horizon when Champa was sweeping the doorsteps.
"What the hell is that?" Her brows were twitching. She had enough of those big egoistic bastards who would dare knock on her doorsteps. This was why she couldn't stand other nations' company. It was always take, take, take and they wouldn't even ask her for the okay.
Mongol Empire had a rather smug face when he arrived at the small nation. He was standing at the head of the largest ship. However, he silently swore at himself for his small entrance. Damn Japan! Stupid brat of China's! Oh well, you couldn't catch them all. The empire invaded the capital with one hundred ships, lacking in number due to having many of his ships lost in an invasion against Japan.
Champa grimaced at the sight of the imperialistic prick. "I knew I smelled something nasty." She spat out, not bothering with the formalities. This guy was bad news, for sure.
"Ouch. That's leave a mark." Champa ignored him.
More insults came hurling at him. "You two timing bastard..." A hard smile formed at her lips. "Going to fuckin' fuck my vital regions is it?"
"Oh Champa, you make me sound so bad." He shook his head, giving her a remorseful look.
She sneered. "Don't bother sugar coating it! I'm warning you! I'm going to bust your ass for this!"
Mongol Empire sighed. Must all of them be like this? It would be safe to say that Champa's fate ended the same as Dai Viet's. (3)
"Oh FU-"
1284 AD
2nd Invasion
The Vietnamese woman found herself running away from him. Again… As if the first time wasn't enough, Mongol Empire came to her for route permission. This time, he wanted the route to get to claim Champa.
In front of her was a blazing haze of flames, roaring, engulfing the tiny village. All of the small huts were ignited with scarlet and violet hues of fire. The light danced around, reflecting into her dull hazel eyes. She was standing, gazing at the firery scene; she and her men were still fighting back, burning down a few villages in the process. They were not planning to allow the empire to get his hands on the supplies he wanted so badly. Oh course, the villagers were all evacuated, but it would still take some work to rebuild the settlement.
There was no resentment or regret when she killed his men. They were the ones who started this whole fight. Like many of the others, she was only fighting in defense. She had every right to kill the empire. Surely that didn't make her as bad as China, right? Her vision of good and bad was beginning to blur. She no longer knew the answers…
China advanced down the Red River. The red muddy water reflected his ruined face; hints of gold encircled the man. His hair was done into a hasty ponytail as if he found the effort to have been pointless. Cuts and scars were etched multiple times, matching the pain written on his expression. His once gleaming armor was now ragged and worn out from excess use, fading into a dull shade of bronze. Rust was growing at the sides of his plate armor,.
Being on this river reminded him so much of the past. So much of her. It almost pained him to be here. The pit of his heart nearly flipped when he felt a tingling sense of déjà vu. The Chinese man only hoped that history would not repeat itself and that the heavens would spare him this time.
He stepped up to the river to wash his mud ridden face. He closed his eyes, feeling the calm, cooling sensation of the refreshing water. The liquid flowed down the base of his neck, a smile formed at his thin pink lips. The silence of this scene surrounded the warrior in a small sphere of peace of small happiness. If only things could be like this forever!
"You would be asking too much then," The man spun around. Did he say that out loud? Dai Viet was calmly sitting at the side of the river next to him.
He couldn't find the words to express his thoughts. "!" The teenager looked the same as ever, not aging a single day. Her hair was combed, not a single hair out of place. Her state however, did not match thin lines slashed on one side of her face. In comparison to China, she was in a better condition than he was. The Chinese felt a ting of envy on the woman.
"Yao?" She whispered. "What are you doing here?" Yao gave her an apologetic look. Dai Viet was surprised. For once, he… Yao! Looked rather weak. He looked like he had lost some amount of weight; the man looked so frail. Was this really him?
"Dai Viet…" He looked away, his voiced faded. "You came back…"
"No I did not." She firmly told him. Never again. "You're on my property. What is your purpose here?"
"Can't I just come here and visit my little sister?" There he goes again, using that soft sweet tone when ever he was trying to get her to do something for him…
She sharply raised her voice, "No." Her faced turned into stone. He was up to something… she knew it! The woman grabbed her sword that was at her side, ready to defend herself at any given moment.
Yao sighed; troublesome as always. Yep, that's the Dai Viet he knew. Cold and stubborn. The sides of his chest tightened with pressure. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable. The gold tints of his bond strengthened with the force of steel chains, his limbs began to grow stiff.
In reality, a few moments passed by. The woman noticed that the Chinese was strangely quiet, contrasting his usual loud, boisterous self that would cry, "Aru!"
She lowered her sword to lean over to the man. "Yao?" She stared down at her former brother. Was he…
He suddenly took grabbed her left wrist with his right hand, using the other hand to grip onto her sword.
Her trembled, "Y-Yao?" His pupils quickly contrasted, losing his pupils, turning from amber to a dark hue of auburn. The light ting of red on his cheeks quickly washed away, leaving no traces of emotions left on his face.
Light flashed before her eyes, the abundant rays overwhelmed her, making her close her eyes to avoid the blinding effect. Scarlet and gold illuminated around the Chinese man, scattering across the ground. When the show ended, Dai Viet opened her eyes again. China was still the same as before, except… he now had golden shackles chained to each of his two wrists and ankles. The sun's rays bounced off the shackles. Each was beautifully crafted, having many small symbols engraved onto the sides. Yet, it carried an ominous air.
China was still holding onto the young woman's weapon. Dai Viet thought fast and kicked the man squarely in the face, throwing him off his balance into unconsciousness. The Chinese warrior softly groaned. So China was here. That probably meant that Mongol Empire couldn't have been too far from here (4). How much longer would this last?
1287 AD
3rd Invasion
Mongol Empire only stared at the destruction of the two women, he was blinking in disbelief. He could not move. Why? The empire was still standing stationary on his battleship. Below him, the river's water tides were down. Iron spikes rose above the waters. Many of his men were down. There were several whose's boats were pierced by the spikes, sending many of the vessels down to its depths. A good portion of the unforfunate fell into the waters, dying and drowning from blood lost. Shrieks and screams were heard pouring out as the water of a river would. Some of the soldiers clung to the boats, ignoring the bleeding, trying to grasp to the ships.
The empire had to throw off several of his men off of his back when his panicking soldiers thought that it was a good idea to hold onto a nation.
"Get off me!" He roared. Good. He needed to release some of his energy. With little strengh, he sent his several last men into the muddy river. Bubbles foamed, rising up, foaming at the surface of the body of water. Scarlet and crimson was spreading like a disease.
Those who were on land had no better luck. If they thought that being on dry land made them safe, they were wrong. An army of mix Vietnamese and Champan kept the soldiers busy, slashing and stabbing his men with no mercy. Men groan as rivers of red flowed out of their arteries. Some fell off of their horses before they could utter a word. It was truly a bloodbath of terror.
Mongol Empire grabbed the Vietnamese woman by her neck. "This is it! This is what I get for sparing you?" Dai Viet's right shoulder was suffering having her skin shed off by an attacker. Her eyes were closed as if she was in deep thought. Her clothes were nearly in tatters, riped from continuous abuse and harsh conditions. Being under constant harassment from the empire had really done a number on her. Bruises and cuts of a variety of number was tatooed all over her legs. He heard her softly mumble some prayers.
He continued, his mouth twitched. "There is no one to save you this time. Last time, I sent China to fetch you. He failed."
He gave her an unfathomable gaze. "This time. I'm on my own. And so are you." She only stared at him with her jaws wide opened. He traced his finger around her waist. His lips touched the side of her chest. He sniffed her and gave her a nasty look as he...
"Kyaa!"
"Hm?" He turned around and found his eyes bulging out at the sight in front of him. Within a single second, the empire found himself landing face first into the earth. Who was this?
Collecting himself, Mongol Empire gathered his energy to look up. It was Champa. She was adorned in a man's uniform, shiny armor and all. Her whole body armor was layered in blood and dirt, her was carrying a rusty sword, aged by the many slaughters she must have progressed on her way here. Her long dark hazel hair was blowing in the wind, loose from it's usual sloppy hairdo. Her face was fierce with those usually big hazel eyes and was smirking at her small victory of knocking down her opponent. The empire nearly collapsed under her weight. Geez! How much did this woman weighed? She weighed more than she looked!
(5) "Must I save your ass again?" The Champan woman asked; a hint of triumph was hidden in her tone of amusement. She and Dai Viet were standing besides one of Dai Viet's many rivers. The once clean waters of the river was now dyed in a deadly shade of crimson red. She turned around to mock the empire with one last kick, shoving him deeper into the earth. "This is what you get for invading my vital regions!" The man groaned, falling into unconsciousness.
Champa had a rather odd look on her face, tsking at Mongol Empire, who was lying on the ground with blood flowing out of his nostril. The empire was beaten to the pulp, his eyes had swirls. On several parts of his bare back lay scars, the markings of iron and bronze (6). The man wasn't dead, but he definitely wouldn't be able to fight for awhile.
Dai Viet was sitting on her knees, bending down to take a closer look at the unconscious man, "Look, does it look like I need your reminding?" Did her rival just enjoy pressing the facts into her face? That she needed her help? She crossed her arms, pouting. The Vietnamese woman tried to cover herself with her tattered clothes without any success. The pervert decided to invade her vital regions again! It was only because of Champa that the empire before her was knocked out.
Champa sighed at her comrade's pathetic attempts. "Here," She held out her spare clothes to the bleeding nation, looking away from her.
"Look, I'm only doing this because of that stupid alliance, ok?" Champa looked away.
Her face hardened, "This won't happen again, because we won't be on the same side next time!" The bridge of her nose was slightly pink. Dai Viet slipped her arms into the sleeves of the shirt Champa handed to her. They were made of a soft fabric she had never worn before…
Both looked down at the fallen empire. They both knew that the moment Mongol Empire would disappear… The fight between them. Champa and Dai Viet, would only resume. The race wasn't done yet. Mongol Empire only gave them a reason to fight together. That was all.
"That's ok…" Dai Viet grinned. "It wouldn't be fun anyway if I had an opponent that was too chicken to fight back." She turned to Champa. Her smile widened "Unless you're too scared…"
The other woman's face turned to a fiery shade of red. "Like hell I am!" She punched her hand to the warm orange sky. "You better fight twice as hard, because I'm going to kick your fucking ass to the moon! You hear me?!" She shouted.
Dai Viet laughed at her rival's comments. "Ah, ha, ha, ha…" Yep, thing were back to normal. Hm… she thought, would the other nations be free from Mongol Empire? No one answered her silent question, but she somehow knew that things would soon be alright. The sun's horizon was shiny bright today.
Author's Notes:
Peace (1) – I'm starting to make Mongol Empire sound like Russia. "Become with Mongol Empire". I guess you can say that he was the Russia of old Asia. Russia himself was taken over the Mongol Empire.
Thăng Long (2) – present day Hà Nội
Dai Viet's (3) – Even after having her capital taken over, Champa still fought for the next few years with guerrilla wars.
Here (4) – During the war, southern China was under Mongol control, the Yuan Dynasty, also known as the Mongol Dynasty. North China was still free from Mongol control, which was why China was only half himself in that section of the chapter. The second invasion ended in Mongol defeat as well.
(5) - Did I mention of how many times Mongol Empire has invaded the other nations' capitals? Yes, that means Vietnam and Champa's "vital regions" have been invaded several times.
(6) – Dai Viet used the same method of planting iron spikes on the Mongols as she did for on China.
Author's Note: I finally finished! I had the whole Thanksgiving break to write this, but, I was distracted by…other things… Anyway, so I managed to write the whole Mongol incident. 3 times the fun, 3 times watching Viet kick ass! You guys better enjoy this; I poured so much time and energy for this! The next chapter will probably be a nice, calming, peaceful chapter. NO WARS! NO FIGHTS! Actually, I lied. There will be fighting. Just not as much as usual. Just wait for the next chapter, ok? Other than that, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. AND REMEMBER TO READ AND REVIEW! LOVE YOU GUYS!!
PS: for those of you who wondered when Nam will come in, he won't be here for awhile. If I were to stick to my orginal plans, he should appear in about 2-3 chapters. Just to clear it up.
