Chapter 9: The Sisters

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:

Dai Viet – 17 (3500)

Champa – 27 (1500)

The servant was on her knees, clutching her stomach, the pain wouldn't stop. What was this feeling? She took a small bite of the banh beo (1) in her hand.

She was hungry.

"Em, can you come over here?" The other occupant in the room lazily stretched her arms during that humid afternoon.

Champa came with an annoyed look.

What now? She hoped that her task would be quick. Was it that time of the month again?

"Can you please make dinner for me?" Dai Viet pleaded, palms together, big round eyes and all. Which was really unnecessary since there was really no choice in whether or not the Champan woman wanted to or not.

OH MY GOD, WHY ME?!

The small kitchen the two women were sitting in was tiny yet practical. Like many kitchens, it was located outside of the inhabitant, right next to the house itself. A small collection of pots and pans were neatly stacked up on the floor.

"Can you make one of those soups of yours?" Champa stared at her. At her 'sister'.

The rivalry between Champa and Dai Viet was no mystery to anyone. It was their own little game. A game played for centuries. A small match that even China wouldn't dare interfere with. He did get involved a few times, but… Wait, this is getting off topic…

Anyway, Champa was losing. And she hated every moment of it.

Once even matched, the side of the table now seemed to have started to lean towards the Vietnamese nation. She lost one region, she would lose another. She was losing so much land, that she was now under Dai Viet.

Again.

As a servant.

"Just don't put so many spices in there." Dai Viet reminded her. Champa bit her tongue from commenting on the Vietnamese woman's lack of taste buds (2). However, it would be satisfying to watch Dai Viet run around the building again with her tongue sticking out. She had no tolerance to spicy food whatsoever.

Champa just wasn't up to the job anymore. She was growing older by the century and time was not being kind to her. Physically, she was only in her late twenties, nothing to fuss over. Now techniqually, Champa was more or less at the tender age of 1500, which was longer than some nations. God, she felt so old.

Champa ran her hands through her long thick dark hair. She frowned when she found a single strand of grey hair. What was…?

"Why don't you come to my room and drink tea when dinner's over?" The Cham nation's paranoia rose at the sudden invitation. What was it?

"All right." Champa's softly answered.

"Did you have a hard week?" Dai Viet innocently asked. She was sitting in a lax position of her legs spreading out. Champa sat on her knees.

The two of them were sitting at the side of her bed. Dinner has long passed and they were now just chatting about their day.

This was Champa's curt response. "It was fine."

"Really now?" She took a long sip from her tea. "Are you sure?" Champa was annoyed at the question. Sometimes, it was hard to believe that China has taught Dai Viet any manners. Champa suspected that she acted rude on purpose at times just to irritate the Chinese nation.

"Yes." She tried not to make her voice sound pressed. "Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

"But of course!" Dai Viet exclaimed. "We're sisters. Sisters share their secrets, right?"

The submerging statement arose once again. Sisters. They were not sisters.

Not now.

Not ever.

No. Fucking. Way.

"I have nothing to hide." Champa told her sister earnestly.

"Sure." There was skeptic in her tone. "Do you still get those back aches?" She was referring to Champa's almost daily pains.

"No." Champa stood up. "May I be excused?"

Dai Viet gave Champa a strange smile. Champa did not like the way their conversation was going.

"Liar."

Champa felt her spine stiffen. "I…"

"LIAR!" Dai Viet raged. Her big eyes switched to slanted cat eyes.

She seized Champa by the arm. "You really piss me off." She glowered as she grabbed the candlelight from the side of the table.

Fear strikes the Cham woman. "What are you…?"

Dai Viet gazed at the tiny flickering flame on the candleholder. "What are you hiding from me?" She traced her right index finger down her sister's tan neck.

Champa only looked at Dai Viet in silence. She was afraid of saying the wrong words.

The room hushed.

Champa felt sleepy by the smell of the incent, her fingertips felt warm… the heat was getting too hot…

Someone was screaming! Who was it? She looked around the room. Champa realized that it was her who was shouting. She was the one who was screaming.

The other Asian woman held the candle underneath Champa's palm. That sadistic bitch! The prickly sensation of the burning flame was still fresh, eating away her flesh. The pain of the fire.

Dai Viet had a bored expression boarded on her fair face. "Are you done yet?" Why was she doing this? The Vietnamese nation threw Champa a blank look.

"You tried to kill me." (3) It was not a question. Dai Viet was accusing her.

"What?" She asked no one in particular. "WHY?!" She shrieked.

"What have I done to you?" The older woman asked again. "I made you my sister. I fed you. I let your own people govern themselves. So why do you still hate me?"

"Let's give it another go…" Dai Viet whispered as she held out the candle again. The igneous light in her eyes glowed.

Champa woke up the familiar pain. Yet today, the scars were foreign to her. Her once golden smooth hands were beet red from the constant abuse. The burning was so intense, but so short. She almost felt no pain.

Another sharp pain raced through her back. The intensity of the jolt was abrupt with no mercy. Tears fell down her cheeks. Was this all she was now? Just another nation at her death? It has been awhile since she saw Khmer Empire. Where was he?

After picking herself up, the Cham nation slide to the kitchen, hoping to escape the wrath of the other nation. On the small table was a small ceramic plate adorned with colorful birds and flowers. But that wasn't what Champa was after. Her dark eyes looked at the meat bun. Taking quick glares around her, she took the bun and eagerly stuffed it in her mouth without a second thought.

After eating the first banh beo, she realized that she wanted more. Taking more than she should have, she gobbled up the next few with no trouble. Champa licked her wounded hands when she was finished.

"I see that you're hungry." Her blood went cold at the owner's voice. How could that gentle voice seem so threatening?

"I will clean up my mess." It was all Champa could think of as a comeback.

"I-" She started. "I apologize for my violent behavior last night." Dai Viet bowed down at the Cham woman. "It was very inappropriate and I would like to be forgiven for my mistake."

"It was probably just my paranoia getting to me." She smiled at Champa. The kind gesture seemed so out of place, because her smile did not reach her eyes.

"Will you forgive me?"

Champa bit her lips. With her, it always felt like there was never a choice. What was she supposed to do? Fight back and say no? Hell no. She still wanted to live pass the 2000s.

Her voice piped up. "Champa?"

Champa's mind shifted back to reality. "Yes, I'm fine."

"We're sisters after all." She repeated last night's words. "We're all together in this."

"Yeah…" Champa agreed, not really thinking around the words she had just said.

Dai Viet placed her hands on Champa's round figure. "By the way, you seem to be getting fatter."

"Shut up." Champa growled back. Get your hands off of me!

Dai Viet smiled. She was back to normal.

Several years later…

"Má! Má!" The voice of a young boy pierced through her ears. "Are we done yet?"

Champa warily told the child. "No dear, we're not done yet." She and the boy were out shopping for groceries.

"I'm bored!" He declared to the Cham nation as she was picking with cabbage to choice from. His liquidity amber eyes were all watery as if to show his sorrows of such a long wait. His messy dark hair was matted on his head (Champa always fused over his hair).

"I know." She was trying to be patient with him. He was only four years old after all. She had to remember that children did not have a long attention spam as adults did.

The small boy was full of energy, always bouncing up and down! When would he stop and stay still? He would often pipe into her conversations with the shops owners, nearly knocked down the salesman when he was chasing something, and attempted to befriend every stray dog he could find in the street.

So why did she try to tame the wild child?

He plopped besides her "Can we get some meat buns after this?" .

Champa smiled at the toddler's request. Even back then, did he crave for the small finger food.

"I'll be sure to buy some for you." She promised. "Just don't wonder off."

The Asian child nodded to Champa, not really listening to a word she just said, his attention was already shifted to the meat buns from the other stand. Too many times had she gave him warnings of "Don't run," "Don't get your clothes dirty," "Don't eat too much." Fuss, fuss, fuss.

When Champa's back was turned, he ran back to the stand on the opposite side of the street. Being only four, he money factor did not run across his mind.

"BANH BEO!" He sang with enthusiasm as he quite literally threw himself into the stand.

"EEEK!!!!"

"Hm?" The child was confused. Was the stand that squishy? Or firm? Um…

"Get away from me!" The unknown feminine voice yelled at him.

Oh… He turned pink; his face was found buried into a stranger's chest…

The child had to look up to see how she was. She was a girl in her late teens and was wearing a plain green ao dai.

"Do you know who I am?" She demanded. The crowd was staring at her. Who was this person anyway?

"Um…" He turned red again to mumble in a small voice that only she and he could hear. "You're pretty?"

The woman was on the verge of smacking the boy with a rice paddle that somehow seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

"Come back here!" She was chasing him down the dusty street. She was running so fast that the back of her looked like a cloud of dust. Why didn't that stupid stick slow her down? Shouldn't it have some weight?

"WAHHH!!! TOI SINH LOI!" He was crying crocodile tears. He didn't really know why she was so angry. He did that to Champa all the time, so why was this stranger mad at him for doing that?

"You shouldn't mess with strangers!" Why was she throwing advice at him? Who was she, his mother?

The two were running nonstop when her familiar voice barked. "Don't hit that boy!"

Dai Viet stopped. "Champa?" She was all in awe.

"Má!" The child ran over to Champa's side. The Vietnamese teenager stared at the two. She mouthed, 'Má?' The word felt foreign to her tongue.

"Dai Viet…" Champa eyes were half-lid with annoyance. "What are you doing here?" Shouldn't she be at home doing whatever she was supposed to do?

She tried to get back on her feet. "I came to buy something." Dai Viet told her. "When this brat ran into me." Her hands were on her hips. She was so childish. Never maturing and always acting like the world revolved around her. Well excuse me, princess!

"That brat," Champa's lips were curt. "Is mine." Her hands were rested on his tiny shoulder.

Dai Viet was taken back. "Yours?" She sounded so unsure. "As in…?"

"Yes." Champa impatiently assured her. "He is mine." No need to hide it anymore since she found out…

The Cham nation examined the other nation's face, trying to pick out her thoughts. Her face was pearl smooth, not a hint of irritation was left from the incident. How much Champa had hated watching that expression. Sometimes, the Vietnamese woman's thoughts and actions were unpredictable.

The gapping silence was eerily floating between them when Dai Viet chose to break the awkward pause. "All those years…" Dai Viet mumbled. "And you never mentioned to me…"

Why didn't she notice? The cravings, the mood swings, and the Cham woman's belly that seems to have become more bloated every time the two women met. Dai Viet was a fool.

Champa only allowed her to give herself some time to think for herself. Despite Dai Viet being the older of the two, Champa seemed to have been the older one rather than her. It was almost comical.

Champa was startled when a wide grin formed at the raven girl's mouth. "He's another you."

"EH?!" The Cham nation cried. "What are you talking about?"

"Since you're my sister…" She began play around with the new idea. "Wouldn't that mean that he's mine too?" Another member of the family!

"He is not yours!" Champa hissed. "I may be your sister, but the boy will remain free!" She could not dare to see him under her rule too (4).

"We'll see." Was her reply, as Dai Viet turned around to walk away.

"Hey! Listen to me!" Champa wanted to knock the arrogant woman down.

"It won't matter anyway," Dai Viet happily chirped, moving her hand around as a gesture of 'what ever' to show her uncertain. "Because he will eventually be mine."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Champa demanded, although she had a somewhat good knowledge of how she would 'convince him' to join.

She stopped to give Champa a sudden dark look and a small chuckle. "It won't be too long." Her ominous declare was clear.

Champa could only gawk when she opened her mouth. She didn't notice her son when he started to shake her. "Ma, are we going home?"

"I…" She could only murmur.

"Ma?"

Author Notes:

Ma – mom

Toi sinh loi – I'm sorry

Banh beo (1) – Vietnamese meat bun

lack of taste buds (2) – Compared to the rest of the Vietnam, the north region tends to put less spices and herbs in their cuisine.

All of the violent acts towards Champa – Persecutions of the Champa people. Because of that, many Chams had escaped to present-day Cambodia and Thailand. Only approximately 150,000 Chams are left today.

"You tried to kill me." (3) – Rebellions and fight backs from Champa to fight back her freedom. Most of them failed, or to only have it come back under Dai Viet control.

Under her rule (4) – Technically, Dai Viet had most control over present day Vietnam by this point in time, but most of the south region was still unoccupied by the Vietnamese.

Why Viet-chan is so yandere: Well, considering that she had just kicked a few major nations' butts, she was bond to develop an arrogant personality. Her yandere personality seems to be preserved for her enemies.

Notes: LATE!Chuc mung nam moi everyone! What a late update T_T! May all of your wishes come true and improve yourself as much as you can in anything! Wow, I sound so corny and lame.

Okay, I did not like this chapter very much. Right now, I am just suffering a stupid writer's block. –bows- Xin loi moi nguoi! I'll be sure to do better with the next chapter!

To make it short, this is Dai Viet and Champa's relationship for this time period (1600-1800)

(I even made a pretty chart to go along with it! )

Champa (hates/acts tsundere to) = Dai Viet(loves/enjoys teasing Champa)

-They keep on fighting over land, lots of rebellions and persecutions.

-Dai Viet mostly controls Champa's government.

-Champa's last king died in the 1830s, Champa ceased to exist as a nation.

It was kind of fun writing Yandere!Vietnam. I think I'll go that again someday. Sorry for such a short chapter.

Don't worry, the next chapter will be better! Why is it always hard for me to write Champa related chapters…