Chapter Ten: Step Into Christmas
Thanks so much for following/reviewing/favouriting/reading *gives everybody food as I have finally restocked my virtual fridge*!
Plus I don't know about you, but I REALLY want one of those Christmas cards.
Also, I keep thinking about CubaxLithuania… is that even a ship? NONONO, CubaxCanada, PolandxLiet! That's how it's supposed to be! *cough*
The end of the last chapter was slightly dedicated to me when we have the family over – there are too many of us and I always end up on a stool or box or something…
I only just realised that Sealand hadn't been founded yet in 1963!
*screams, considers deleting entire story and going to join Belarus at asylum*
*relaxes, because we're on Chapter Ten now and it doesn't matter: the naval base was still there. We're going with it, because SeaLat fluff will be written and Peter and Raivis don't care about history anymore*
I think there's a little more swearing than normal in these chapters, but nothing worth a rating change. Just in case you're incredibly easily shocked.
Hi new followers! Sorry about the general chaos…
And remember – DON'T MENTION ALBANIA!
24th December, 1963. Around 7:15PM
"Oh, privet, Peter! I thought you were North Korea, but of course he never comes to these family functions…"
The young micro-nation grinned broadly, sweeping his hat off his head and holding it behind his back. "The sovereign state of Sealand wishes to ally itself with the Soviet Union," he announced grandly.
"…The sovereign state of Sealand is now talking about itself in the third person?"
"Indeed it is," Peter said, grave-faced. Then, on his tiptoes (Lithuania still had to duck) he whispered into Toris's ear: "Dad said that unless I behave and be all polite and posh and not 'like a ruddy little cockney', Finland won't give me any presents. He keeps going on and on at me about manners and how I'm going to end up like another America and I really NEED 'Please, Please Me' and 'With the Beatles' on record so…"
Even though he was slightly relieved that Sealand was back to his normal, babbling self, Lithuania tuned him out: he always felt that the bouncy lad was way, way too enthusiastic.
"Who's there?" Armenia called from the dining room. "Is that you, Albania?"
"DON'T MENTION ALBANIA!"
"Do you want to step in for some food, then? Raivis will be pleased to see you." Toris interrupted Sealand's spiel on vinyl to ask: "And won't Mr England be annoyed about you allying against him? I thought he was with America on the Cold War."
"Oh, food sounds grand, thank you," Sealand looked up at the long-haired nation earnestly. "I've been at Jerk Dad's all weekend, so I had to keep hiding dinner in plant pots or feeding it to the cats... who got sick. Anyway, he'll never know I'm allied with you – Uncle Ireland gave me a lift here, and he hates Dad, so he won't tell. And Dad only notices me if I'm around him making noise, and then he calls me Alfred…"
Lithuania nodded, this time sympathetically. He'd had dinner at England's at least a decade ago, but it was an experience he'd never forget.
"Everyone, Sealand's here!"
Latvia almost shrieked, flying from his stool as the two of them ran to each other, greeting one another in the way they always did:
"You've grown!"
"You've shrunk!"
Sea grabbed him in an unashamed hug. "Good evening everybody!" he waved, but most of them either didn't know who he was or weren't recognising him on purpose, so few said hi back.
"Privet, Sealandia!" Russia got up and ruffled his hair jovially, and Peter tried not to flinch. "So you've been thinking about becoming one with us?"
"U-um, no thank you, sir; I mean I'm groovy as I am. Independent. But, I mean, the Warsaw Pact sounds kind of cool…"
"Don't you want power for your people? Your workers, united with ours?" Russia's gaze was getting quite intense.
"Let el muchacho have dinner before you start selling him communism, Ivan," Cuba laughed. He was probably the only nation there who could call him that, other than Ukraine and Belarus... and Romania, in a particularly powerful mood.
The big nation shrugged. He was fond of Sealand, recognising his lust for strength and power in his own chibi self.
Sealand found a box and placed it between Kyrgyzstan and Latvia, quizzing the interesting-sounding nation relentlessly and trying to say Kyrgyzstan until he was told to shut up. (He settled with calling him Kyr-stan, although the poor mispronounced nation just begged Peter to call him 'Hamid' like all the others did).
He spent the next ten minutes high on 'I'm here with Latvia!' excitement; giggling, pulling faces and asking Hungary if she felt hungry. This last question nearly got him skinned, and Raivis begged him to sit still and be quiet before someone got really violent.
"Dinner's ready, losers!" Poland yelled, swishing his ponytail and helping Lithuania cart the vat of soup from the kitchen. "Made entirely by this, like, totally amazing guy. Oh, with Estonia's carrots."
They dumped it on the middle of the table. Toris turned off all the lights as if it were a birthday cake, lighting the large candles and switching on the Christmas bulbs. Latvia ran to fetch the drinks – wines, vodka, and orange juice for the countries that didn't drink alcohol. Whilst Prussia, Hungary and a few others thought it would be hilarious to get Sealand drunk, Lithuania protested because 'Arthur will go berserk enough already'. The discussion was pointless anyway, as Gilbert helped Peter spike the jug of orange juice with a whole bottle of vodka when no-one was looking.
"So, before we eat, a toast." Russia stood up on his rickety chair, which he didn't really need to do considering his height, but it made him feel more imposing. "I know we're not all Christmas celebrators, but it's a time for peace and family, da? So all of us here, allies in Communism-"
"Not all by choice, you unawesome asses!" Prussia interrupted, sitting with his feet on the table and winding up Mongolia by poking him every five seconds.
"ALLIES IN COMMUNISM…kolkolkolkol."
Prussia gulped, taking his feet off the table.
"To another year, defending our values, sticking together-"
"To having all our power taken away by you," Uzbekistan mocked – safely under his breath.
"To standing as one, united group against Capitalist pigs-"
"To pissing off América!" Cuba cried, cutting the speech short and raising his glass in the air as did everybody else. Russia gave up, sitting back down and helping himself to the food.
"Vau, Toris: you certainly can cook!" Belarus looked over at the nation with a little more respect than usual in her eyes, simpering slightly as she pulled at her bow. He blushed furiously, but Poland put a protective arm over his shoulders.
"She'll only ever hurt you, Liet," he murmured in a sing-song voice, soft lips brushing Lithuania's ear.
"And you won't?" Toris bit back, but with little venom.
Further up the table, Hamid was now crossly trying to ignore Peter and Raivis, who were talking earnestly about music and the world and drawing and all the things they wanted to do when they were large and independent.
"I w-want to – paint your place bright blue."
"Blue? Why blue, Lat? It's on the sea: it wouldn't show up very well."
"Brings out your eyes," Latvia had attempted to be a bit romantic, but he just ended up getting all shaky when he heard Hamid snort with laughter. "N-never mind, f-forget I s-said that, it's st-st-stupid! G-g-go yellow, then. S-sunshine colour."
"Nice. Or we could paint it pink?"
"Ev-everyone will th-think you've b-been invaded by Poland."
"Good point."
"Kesesese!" Prussia said to himself, scrawling things down in his leather-bound diary. He was supposed to be writing proper notes for West on the Soviet activities, but when did he ever do what West told him to?
19:36 – Zis is SO LANGWEILIG! Nobody here is awesome. Ukraine keeps giving me the evil eye, and Hungary is vinking at me for some reason... Mongolia's moved about a foot avay from me, but I can still poke him because my arms are awesomely long. Vait a minute…
19:38 - I just poked Mongolia, and he's lost it and gone crying to Cuba again. He just finds it funny; zat guy actually is pretty awesome (not as much as me of course, but more than zese other asses)! Vietnam's given him a hug –Estonia guy looks devastated…KESESESE!
19:41 – Bulgaria is on my left and vants me to point out that he is also awesome (he's not)
At this point, Bulgaria stole Prussia's pen, levitating it gently by a few amused nations and into Romania's waiting hand. Gilbert shrieked rather pathetically and dived under the table, a moment Lithuania once again caught on the Zorki (Hungary offered to pay a thousand roubles for a copy).
Estonia had been, at least in his own opinion, doing quite well with Vietnam. Actually, he'd sort-of – kind-of – asked her to go out to dinner with him – maybe, and she'd laughed and said she'd think about it. Her laugh was very pretty, like smashing glass shards but without the sting. Of course, until she threw her arms around that snivelling Mongolia!
Miserably, Eduard took a long sip of his drink and closed his eyes. Perhaps he was really still pining for Finland, but he felt that his affections had been spurned yet again. He realised that he'd never be in the same league as those independent nations, and decided to go and drink his sorrows away with his friend Moldova when dinner was finished.
Tension began to build all around the table – the Stans were arguing about borders, Russia was kolkolkol-ing at a weeping Azerbaijan, and Georgia kept insulting people's fashion sense - as they should have known it would. However, they actually managed to get through dinner and desert without any serious incidents (apart from Czecha throwing her plate at her brother's head and storming upstairs, bawling "YOU'VE RUINED CHRISTMAS, TY KRETÉNE!", but this was just an ordinary occurrence with the siblings.)
"U-um, L-Lithuania, can we b-be excused?" Latvia asked innocently, crossing his fingers behind his back. The older Baltic, with Poland's head resting on his shoulder, responded rather sleepily:
"Sure you can, Latvija… hang on, wait!"
Sealand and Latvia had sprinted upstairs, cheering: they didn't have to wash the dishes.
"Make sure you finish those Christmas cards!" Lithuania called after them pointlessly.
"Aw, like, Liet; give the little lovebirds a rest! Remember what we were like at that age…"
Lithuania did, went a very funny colour, dislodged himself from Poland and rushed from the room. "LATVIJA! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Hehe, well, this seems a good place to end a chapter. I know I have been updating fairly constantly, but this will change pretty soon unfortunately – next chapters possibly on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I've got some stuff coming up (I'd rather stay home and write Hetalia, but I suppose I have to leave the house sometimes…)
Comments and criticisms greatly appreciated. Now for more long explanations…
~North Korea's always been very secluded – he supported Russia in communism but didn't take part in the Warsaw Pact or anything. Maybe if it was nowadays he'd Skype in?
~Please, Please Me and With the Beatles were the first and second Beatles albums, released in 1963. Sealand's only got a few singles, but if he's really good…
By the way, I know a bit about vinyl because my dad's obsessed, but I won't bore you with it. Unless you PM me specifically wanting to talk about it. Which no offence vinyl enthusiasts, that's kind of odd. But I don't mind.
~Armenia's random obsession with Albania? I don't even know.
~Iggy's poor food poisoned cats though…
~The Warsaw Pact is one of the pacts that a lot of these countries (Poland, Hungary etc) were in.
el muchacho – Spanish, the boy. Cuba's cool, isn't he?! He gets away with literally anything. I love Cuba.
~Poor Kyrgyzstan! (I've finally worked out how to spell it!) Hamid is a popular Kyrgyz name meaning 'adventurous', apparently.
~ HUNGARY WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT HUNGRY/HUNGARY JOKES ARE INFANTILE AND NOT EVEN RELEVANT, SINCE THOSE TWO WORDS IN HER LANGUAGE ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT ANYWAY. SHE HAS KICKED THE KIRKLAND'S SORRY ARSES SEVERAL TIMES OVER SUCH JOKES. DON'T PUSH IT.
Vau – Belorussian, wow
Langweilig – German, boring. And I know Prussia wouldn't write in his accent… but ve vanted you to read it zat vay!
~I had Prussia bullying Mongolia, then read his character notes and realised he used to be really strong and even picked on China and Russia! Sorry Mongolia, I've made you weak. Sorry.
~Bulgaria is now magic too! (But only a little)
~Sorry about all the random OCish details I've shoved in.
~Czechoslovakia never got along very well…
TY KRETÉNE! – Czech, you arsehole
Bye!
(And oh damn: just as I was about to publish, my internet connection has gone and died. I bloody hate living in a valley…)