Chapter 7: The Unexpected Visitor
rantaro - Thanks, wait, and Cuba? Never thought about that relation. If this makes you feel better, I'll tell you that the moment I started this story, I knew that Japan would get involved. But I didn't know about Russia's involvement until a last year. I know, stupid, huh? I didn't know much about Viet's history. Our American books only talked about the Vietnam war for one section. That's less than 10 pages. I already knew about Japan since my ong noi lived during WWII.
candycanepower - I saw your RussiaXVietnam fic. I love it! I'll try to get as many couples in, but only the ones I have something about to say. That's no guaranteed.
Isalix Crossmine - We all have lives too. Actually, this chapter was already halfway finished last week, but I didn't like the way it turned out, so an extra week was spent revising and adding new elements to the chapter. Yes, tsunderes are awesome. It's going to be fun to write Viet's interaction's with normal people! As for the charming issue, I'm trying to keep her personality down. I do not wish to create another Mary Sue. My first fics on this website involved a Naruto sue who was possible a spam of Sasuke -_-;. I must try to show more of Viet's personality along with flaws. I think I may have a chance to do that once Nam comes into play. He's the last character I need to set this story into place. Wish me luck! Well...I might add more OCs into the story later on. Here's a list of my OCs that I'm planning to use, in order of appearance(some haven't appeared yet):
South Vietnam(owned by seerin on deviantart)
Ancient Korea
3 Korean Kingdoms(only mentioned by name)
Champa
Khmer Empire
Cambodia(will come in later)
Laos(same as Cambodia)
North Korea(owned by Lo-wah on deviantart)
Wow, 10 OCs? But 2 aren't mine and 3 don't even make a canon appearance. So that's only 5 that actually play a role in the story.
Author Notes: This chapter doesn't really have wars. Sorry to tell you guys that. I enjoy writing war scenes, but they're starting to get repetitive. So I'll just stick to this…well, just read it, ok?
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:
An Nam – 17 (2900)
China – 21 (3400)
Ancient Korea – 29 (3500)
Japan – 16 (2000)
Champa - 26 (1500)
1407
Dai Viet was once again at peace, when she was not fighting with her number one rival, Champa. The majority of the last two centuries' boredom was mostly resolved by having a war or two with her neighbor. They would often fight over land, resources…you know, the usual stuff.
In the beautiful city of Đông Đô (1), the sun was barely rising at the moment. The dim rays reached the dark edges of the horizon, giving it an appealing display of wonder. The typical Vietnamese humanity hadn't come yet, so the day was rather cool and moist with last night's rain shower. The tropical plants surrounding the area were dripped with dew and water. Roosters and hogs roosted and cried, flapping their wings, stomping their feet, showing their restlessness. The songbirds have woken up, chirping the day away, signaling the beginning of another new day.
Near the edge of the small piece of nature was a small house made of bamboo. Each segment of the house was round and smooth, slightly pale yellow and brown from age. The roof was made of the same material as the building itself, dried up and stacked on top of the four narrow wall of that made up the settlement. A small opening was slightly opened, allowing outsiders to take a peek and see the messy insides.
The floor had leaves scattering from the trees outside. The place looked as if it hasn't been cleaned up for awhile. Strips of the wall were peeling off, coming off as small curly hair. Water was dripping all over the place. Was that the smell of blood? Or was that decaying flesh? Small fragments of glass and silverware was also seen dusted nicely into a stack, as if the owner was sweeping the house, but than left the small pitiful pile in its place. Left and forgotten.
In the kitchen, flies were flocking here and there, buzzing all over the rottening fruit that was seemingly melting from days of rejection. All was seen was an angry black floating cloud, greedily snacking on the last remnants.
Further inside, a young woman was resting on her mattress, slowly breathing, still deep in slumber. Her soft snoozing was carried off by to an opened window by the side of the room. She was completely oblivious to the bursting energy of nature around her. She was very tired. Centuries of fighting were enough to exhaust one nation. Another few hours or so wouldn't hurt.
China, otherwise known as Yao, sat beside her bed, staring at the sleeping girl before him. His eyes were puffy and red due to lack of sleep. How long had the man been here? Oh well, it did not matter. An Nam (2) would soon be awake.
"Uh…" She moaned. China quickly sat up straight. She only rolled off to turn to the other side of the bed before resuming to her sleep. The man nearly sweatdropped. This girl was as dead as a log. He didn't knock her out too much did he?
He thought she was asleep. The younger nation suddenly opened her eyes, glaring straight into his golden amber eyes. His face was very close to hers, their noses nearly touched.
Her mouth opened, "AHHH!!!!!" She abruptly sprang out of her bed. China jerked back, not expecting the girl to react so quickly. The woman's eyes were wide, blinking at the Chinese man, sending him looks of surprise and hate.
"China." She spat out his name. "What are you doing at my house?" Her words were pressed and intense. This man had no right to be here. Was he declaring war on her? Her hands firmly gripped onto her rice paddle that she had kept by the side of her bed. If she must, she would whack him off to the other side of the Earth. The end of the paddle was close to his face, nearly poking his wide eyes out.
"C-calm down An Nam." Cold sweat was sliding down the side of his forehead. "Don't hit me like that, heh, heh…" She still didn't lower her weapon. "S-say! You don't remember anything from yesterday do you?"
Her dark eyes narrowed. She slide past the Chinese man and whacked her brother on the head.
"Ouch!" He rubbed his head. "Aiya! What was that for? What have I ever done to you?" He pouted.
An Nam examined her nails and flicked her ponytail to the side of her right shoulder before pointing the rice paddle at the elder nation again. "Well…let's see…"
She began to listed, counting her fingers, "you attacked me, abused me, tried to make me your little Chinese sister, and invaded my vital regions, several times…" She stressed out the last two words; her anger was obvious. To show her point, she partially lifted her skirt up, showing him the bruises of blue and reds all over her thin legs. Her knees were had black, dried up blood trailing down, cracking at random spots here and there. China flinched at the damage.
She turned around to look at her surroundings and scrunched her nose. "Where am I anyway?"
China stared at her. "You don't know?" Surely she remembered. He spread his arms wide, gesturing to the room. "This is my house."
No. China felt a pair of daggered piercing into him. An Nam scowled at him. "You're making me stay with you again."
"That's right." He grinned, pleased to see that she saw how it was. His prisoner groaned. Wonderful. Just. Damn. Wonderful.
How to rebel against China (3)
AKA: 3 Ways to Kill Your Pseudo Brother
Poison his food
"Here you go." An Nam quietly announced dinner, placing the platter of food gently unto the table. Her brother, China, was sitting on his knees, who was staring at the food in gratitude.
"Thanks An Nam, aru!" He chirped, pleased with his sister's generousity, not noticing the strange glares piercing into him. The Chinese man was completely oblivious to the atmosphere. The woman was still stationary at her spot. She tried to distract herself by looking around her surroundings.
The house the two were living in was one of the many houses that the Chinese man had owned. After living many lives, it was no surprise that one would earn much of a living. The floors were polished and well kept, light bounced off of the soft bamboo wood that composed the house. On one side of the room, a small window was opened, allowing the round blue moonlight to shine upon the kitchen room. An abuntant variety of flowers were arranged into large pots that adorned the house, bring color and happiness. Scrolls with Chinese characters rolled down on the walls. The kitchen itself was simple. It was a small place where the fire would be, where you would prepare the food. At the center of the room was the small dinner table where you could sit down on your knees to eat.
An Nam closed her eyes. Today is the day. She thought with determination. The day… Her eyes had a strange shine in their pupils, almost like stars. The day I would kill Anh Ca! An outsider would have blinked at the zealous woman. Claiming that they would have sworn that there were flames in the background. What a strange family indeed.
The Vietnamese nation mentally chuckled. A small version of herself was cracking her fingers in excitement. This was too brillant! She thought. With the help of some herbs she had stolen from China's cabinet and a bit of medicine, she had managed to concoct a plan of poisoning her brother's food. Careful of making sure that the food would not give it away, to keep its usual smell and appearance. Just a few bits and the nation should fall on his face and suffer his death!
She was eying her brother, who began to look at his food, taking his chopsticks. He looked so happy. His cheeks were flushed red. He noticed that his sister hasn't moved from her spot.
"An Nam, aru? Aren't you going to eat?" He looked at younger nation. Only a few minutes had passed by.
"Oh, don't worry!" She told him, beaming. "I already ate a little before I made dinner. I'll be fine!" She has already eaten? How peculiar of her. She noticed his eyes on her. "S-so!" She felt sweat pouring down. "Go eat! B-before the food gets cold!" Shit. She was going to get caught.
China blinked at her. "Okay!" He smiled, resumed getting his chopsticks, and began to eat at quick speed, chowing down the food in a matter of minutes.
"All done!" He was finished. An Nam gawked at her brother. Already? So fast. She thought as China licked his fingers with delight. A small piece of rice was dripping on the side of his mouth. How disgusting. He took a drink and gave out a loud belch.
"What?" China looked at her. What was up with her today?
"U-um…" She stumbled, thinking up of an excuse, "Let me go get something to drink!" and ran out the room.
Damnit! She thought in frustration, hitting her fist hard onto the table. The table broke under her pressure. She ignored it. Why didn't it work? She hastily looked around her. She went to the kitchen cabinet and searched through its contents. Where is that bottle? She reached her hand around, trying to feel around for it. Her hand was at the back of the cabinet when she finally found was she was looking for.
Aha! Found it! Retrieving the container, she looked at the Chinese symbols written on the bottle. There was the name, how much it contained, its ingredients, and effects. An Nam nearly fell when she saw what was written on the small brown bottle. Warning: This chemical will only affect small rodents and dogs. Human use is not advised.
"An Nam!" Her named was called. "Are you alright back there?" It was China.
An Nam grumbled. "Yes." She threw a dirty look at the small bottle of poison.
"Can you come over here?" His voice continued to carry on. "I think I'm having food poisoning from your food!" It sounded like he was pouting.
"An Nam?" She was silent. "Are you okay?"
Moments passed before she found her voice. It was small and weak from using up so much of her anger. "I'm fine. Just fine." Some brilliant plan that turned out to be…
Light firecrackers up his ass.
It was another new year. The night was encircled with soft scents of new bloomed flowers. Their soft delicate rose petals opened to the pale pearl moon that was staring back down at the people of the world. A small pond was arranged with lotuses bobbing up and down in the cool waters. Fireflies flew all around the calming scene, providing light to nature's beauties.
China and his siblings, Japan, Ancient Korea, and Vietnam, were gazing at the sleepy river. This year, there decided to escape the city to light up some fireworks and enjoy the countryside. The mountains that were surrounding them were engulfed by the dark, grey clouds. It was a truly beautiful sight for the Asian family.
"What a lovely night, aru." The Chinese man acclaimed. His new clothes were ruffled by the winds, gently flowing with the currents. His eyes averted up and down. They could not decide where to start.
"It is." Japan quietly agreed. For once, his usual dark eyes had light in them.
"A wonderful night for love, yes?" Ancient Korea, who was closely following China, gave him a sly look. "It wouldn't be so bad to be at my place, would it Yao?" His smile had an innocent, yet perverted look. Was that even possible? The Korean man roughly grabbed the Chinese man's bottom.
A shriek came out. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME, ARU?!"
Not again… Vietnam sighed. Must this happen every year? It was hard to tell whether Japan was annoyed or not. She only saw a small wrinkle creasing at his forehead.
"Now, now, China, no need to make a fuss out of it." His grin stretched on his pale face. "No need to deny your love for me! Because after all, LOVE originated in Korea, da ze!" His hands were on his hips, pleased with his own sense of logic. China was not amused.
"Get your dirty hands off my ass, aru!"
While the two were fighting, Japan was mumbling to himself of isolating himself someday if he wanted to keep his sanity. The Japanese nation was silently eating an onigiri as he watched his two brothers kicking and throwing insults at each other.
"Oh come on, Yao, don't make a scene…"
The Vietnamese woman saw her chance as her elder brother was too distracted by his sexual offender. Looking at the uninterested Japan, An Nam took out a couple bars of firecrackers. It was time. She was An Nam after all! The queen of rebellions! Nothing could stop her!
"You have no morals what so ever! You already have children (4), aru!"
It was déjà vu of another revolt as the woman lit up each end of the red firecrackers, spinning and twirling them with her hands, and flung the sparklers at China's direction. An Nam wiped her forehead with her hand as she watched the red objects fly into the dark night, twisting as it hit the Chinese man in the head. Yes! She cheered. Mission success! Her fists were balled as she mentally celebrated her accomplishment. Victory was hers!
China however, by perhaps dumb luck, turned to the right to avoid Korea's attempt to glope him. "Your breasts now belong to Korea! ^_^"
"What was that, aru?" China rubbed his head. The young man could have sworn the something had smacked him.
"Korea?" The Chinese turned around to see a wide eyed Korea.
"D-da ze?" The firecrackers exploded, sparks were flying all over the place. The man gave a comical scream as he tried to evade the red sparks. Luckily for the Korean nation, no damage was done.
China looked puzzled. "Who lit that, aru?" Although in his mind, he already had a somewhat good idea of who had done it… However, being a good brother, he would not punish his sister (5).
An Nam was in a rather bad mood for the rest of the night.
Try to get him to move out by hooking him up with a girl.
"What do you want me here for?" The foreign Asian woman questioned. She was having a good nap until that ungrateful Chinese woman (6) came in! I'm not Chinese! Champa rolled her eyes. That's what she would have said. What ever. She was still China's either way.
When she was happily taking her afternoon nap, the Vietnamese nation came barging in, rambling something about "killing China", "date", and "Chinese dress". What ever the nation was scheming, Champa did not want to get involved. She had enough drama in her long troublesome life.
Much to her dismay, the Champan woman somehow managed to get convinced under An Nam's threats of enslavement and attacking her vital regions.
"I attacked you once, I can attack you again !" Champa was irritated with the honey in her rival's tone. How could China stand her?
The next thing she knew, she was shoved into a surprisingly skimpy Chinese dress that was suspiciously found in her closet. Since when did she own such a revolting attire?
"Go wear this!"
"W-what?! Like hell I am!" Champa was all red.
"Even though you're fat, you'll still look good in it!"
"I'M NOT FAT! I'M PLUMP!" Stupid bitch…
China's eyes nearly bulged out in shock when Champa showed up at his doorsteps.
"W-wait! You're my date?" He looked up and down at the short, red dress that only came down to her knees and was tightly fitted around her fat, I mean plump, body. The Chinese man nearly had a nosebleed. Aiya… these damn kids these days…
He struggled to compliment her. "You look nice."
Champa just gave her an indifferent look. "Yeah, yeah…"
Yao sighed. This was going to be a long night…
….
The first place the couple stopped was at a restaurant nearby. Champa was not pleased. China was too nervous around his "date" to actually pay much attention to his surroundings. Only his mind sent him short, choppy segments of what was going on around him. He reluctantly took everything in with digress.
"How can you stand eating this stuff? It's too spicy!"
"I'm sorry…" Damn, she was scary! He was almost too glad that she was not a part of him anymore.
"I can't believe that you had to bail me out… (7)"
The date only got worse after the wine came.
"Khmeeerrr Empiii-reee…" She hiccupped. She had such low intolerance to the liquid. "Maaaaa-ryyyy meeee!" She grabbed him by the sleeves.
"I'm not Khmer Empire, aru!" China scooted away from the drunk Asian woman.
"It's getting hot here!" China was turning red when she started to take off her clothes. Her face was rosy from being drunk. An Nam softly giggled from her hidden spot. She may have not killed her brother, but she was certainly getting him back by humiliating the hell out of him.
"Stupid Khmer Empire!" Champa punched her fists into the table. "You always leave me for the stupid women! I thought you loved me!" Now she was beginning to stand up as she drew out her sword.
"Fight me damnit! Be a real man and see whose ass will get kicked!" China eeped as he ran off to try and find a hiding place to avoid the Champan nation's wrath.
Mission humiliating and watching China get beaten up was a success.
1427 AD
"I hate you!"
SMASH! A small clay pot shattered on the floor of the dark drary room. China could not see the anger written upon her face, but her frustration was rather obvious. Small scarlet drops rippled on its clean surface.
"An N-" He tried to calm her down, attempting to hug her.
She forcefully pushed him away. "I hate you! I hate you, I hate you!" She was sobbing. Big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks.
She grinded her teeth, spilling out her thoughts. "I hate your government." She whispered.
"I hate that you have killed my people." She threw a glass jar at her brother, who didn't bother dodging her attack. Prickled pickles spilled out, a salty, sour drench filled the air. The atmosphere of the room was starting to grow thick.
Why wasn't he doing anything?! Her voice grew stronger, "I hate the Chinese clothes you force me into and those taxes you put on me. And I despise your emperor!"
"Please." China pleaded. "Don't do this to me." He gave her a sad smile.
She did not return the smile. Her mouth twitched. "Get out."
He froze. "What?" He looked at her, shocked. Was this some kind of sick joke?
"You heard me." She voice was hard and bitter. Her eyes were cold as stones. "Get out."
He could only continued staring at her. "I…"
"Get out!" Without another word, she pushed him outside. She drew her sword, inflicting a blow on China, stabbing him by the side of his chest, gifting him with another injury.
By this point, the man had gained quite a collection of battle scars, many of them were from his sister. Markings of stabs, flicks, and blows were branded all over. The most recent ones were still a soft tone of red (8), still in the process of healing. The injury she drew into him hurt him so much. She was breaking away from him all over again. Like she had all those years ago.
China mouthed, No… Not another one… He collapsed on his knees. His blood mixed with the muddy floor of the Earth. The Chinese man wept as his Vietnamese sister left the building.
His tears mixed with the waters of the rain. The rain tasted so bitter. So cold. She had left. For good. He felt so empty. She was one of his favorites…along with Japan and Korea (9). Was… Was this the end? He cried for the rest of the night. His short reunion with her was only twenty years. The rain continued to pour down, as if crying along with the strong nation. He would not see her for several centuries.
Author Notes:
Đông Đô (1) – Present day Hanoi. Yeah…Hanoi goes by as many name changes as its country itself…
An Nam (2) – After China gained control of the country, he went back into naming her An Nam. Déjà vu, yes?
China (3) – Being Vietnam, she spent most of her time under his 4th dominion rebelling. Most of them backfired due to having most of them poorly planned and organized. All of those pranks An Nam played on China in this story were completely made up for the sake of the story and entertainment.
Children (4) - Goguryeo, Baekje and Silla, the 3 kingdoms of Korea that have existed at one point.
Punish his sister (5) – It was the belief that parents shouldn't punish their children on New Years. In reality, whoever rebelled against the Chinese at that time would have been severely punished.
Chinese woman (6) – An Nam
Bail (7) – At one point, Vietnam took over Champa's government, forcing them to pay them by tax. Champa had to beg at China to bail her out by paying him more money.
Soft, red (8) – Before this, she had several rebellions. Most of them were rather sloppy and unorganized.
Vietnam, Japan, Korea (9) – Those 3 had the most influence from China.
Author Notes: Oh yeah, I decided to put Ancient Korea back in. Did I mentioned that he will probably make another appearance in the future? I just love that guy too much :). You guys seem to want Japan interacting with Vietnam. Alright, alright. Of course he will. During WWII, he and Vietnam had a brief visit. That won't happen until later. The other nations will come in, but I'll only have Vietnam be with some of them since I can't do them all. That would be too much hard work. And it would look like I was trying to squeeze in extra characters just for the sake of reviews at the last minute. In the future chapters, Vietnam's interaction with the other nations will probably be hidden in the text along with the actual scene itself. Just throwing a hint at you guys.
ATTENTION: For the rest of the year, I may not be able to post new chapters at a weekly basis due to school and AP classes. Please be patient. My updates may become less frequent.
