The Revolution
I AM SO SORRY THAT I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR WHAT SEEMS LIKE FOREVER BUT I HAVE BEEN VERY BUSY WITH THE IDIOTIC PROJECT THAT MY MIDDLE SCHOOL PARTICIPATES IN CALLED 'HISTORY DAY'. IT IS HELL… Sorry about that, anyway I'm back and I finally got a review from someone who is not a guest or me... Sorry 'bout that loves. Okay, IMPORTANT…ish. So, this is directed to those who are a part of the Harry Potter fandom. I am thinking of doing a Hetalia/ Harry Potter crossover starring Prussia as a student at Hogwarts (He would be a Gryffindor for story plot purposes) , so, Yea? Nea? Not enough readers? … Probably the third, I will write it anyway so… yeah. I do not own Hetalia (read disclaimers on last two chapters) Anyway, back to bae number four and co. Have fun reading!
I slept terribly last night; I kept being plagued by dreams filled with half remembered laughs, faces, and memories. The worst was the pain, I kept feeling the pain in my chest where the scar was, something that I hadn't now possible until now. When I woke my wound felt like fire and even the slightest breeze of wind made it worse. There was a slight metallic taste in my mouth, my head was pounding and I was light headed. Gott im Himmel- what is happening to me? Have I been poisoned somehow? After about five minutes Feli stirred awake. 'Good Morning Luddy!' That was strange- when I fell asleep Feli was practically fusing with my side, as was Kiku, and now I am as far away as I am able to inside the tree. 'Hmm? Luddy, why are you-' His eyes almost flew from his sockets. 'Luddy? Areyouokay? Whatswrong?Whyareyoubleeding?KIKU!LUDDYISBLEEDINGHELP!HELP!' …Bleeding? When did I get injured? I shifted and I felt my shirt peel from my skin on its own. 'No!' Feliciano almost snarled while snapping his head in my direction. 'You can't-a move, you're-a hurt!
It pained me to do so, almost to the point of being literal, but I barked commands at Feli. 'Vargas! Quite shouting, what if there is someone nearby.' He recoiled; I never called him by his surname- that is- unless I'm angry.
'Your friend is right you know.' said a calm voice from outside the tree. I stood up grabbing my sword in one smooth motion startling both Kiku (who is now awake and about to tend to my wounds) and Feli. The world tipped and the voice's owner rushed inside in the form of a male with silver hair and violet eyes. The stranger supported my weight and told the other two to follow him to his house.
The house, from the outside, looked like a small estate and a welcoming aura. He helped me inside yelling, 'Lukas, Matthias, Bernwald, Tino, I'm home! And I brought people, so be normal!' My eyelids grew heavier by the second and my mind started to slow, belatedly, I noted that I was about to pass out. The boy- teen? - Put me on the couch as I faintly heard footsteps; one pair louder than the others. Is this how I'm going to die; in a stranger's house without my bruder knowing? I thought sluggishly.
'Emil, you're home! How are you and- OH MY GOD. LUKAS IS GOING TO KILL YOU. WHAT DID YOU DO?' The happy-go-lucky voice was piercing through the hazy half-dead thoughts that lay in my head.
I open my eyes, trying to level out my breathing and focus on my sight. 'Hello Matthias, where are the others?' The teen I now know is Emil sighs out. The other man- Matthias- had golden gravity-defying hair, blue eyes, and an almost blindingly white smile.
'Little brother, what did you do?' asks a weary voice from a doorway. The man didn't wait for a reply as he walked over to me where I was placed earlier on the couch. 'Hello, my name is Lukas and I will actually heal you unlike that stupid Dane.' He has an accent… he probably is Norwegian. He started chanting in a long lost language- most likely from what was Norway decades ago. The skin on my chest- my scar began to knit back together, the veins became whole once again and the scar went back to the way it did before- only it now had a slight glimmer to it.
I looked over his shoulder; Feliciano and Kiku were hovering uncertainly in a corner near the door, Matthias was sharpening a battle axe in a chair, Emil was talking to a puffin that had appeared on his shoulder, and two others joined us in the room. My two only friends were edging closer to me and in no time Feli was sitting on the couch next to me (glued to my side once again) in between the couch arm and me, and Kiku was sitting a respectable distance away.
The five gathered on the other sofa and seats in the den. Lukas spoke up, 'As you know, I am Lukas Bondevik, the youngest is Emil Steilsson, the idiot is Matthias Køhler, the tall one is Bernwald Oxenstierna, and the one next to him is Tino Vainamoinen. And you are...?'
'They are Feliciano Vargas and Kiku Honda and I am Ludwig Belischmidt. Thank you for healing me Lukas Bondevik.' I say stiffly, not sure if they agree with the capitol.
Lukas gave me a slight smile- an unhuman look with his expressionless eyes. 'Please, you don't need to say our surnames all the time.'
'Are you with the Capitol?' A voice- Matthias- blurted out. His brothers (?) gave him a sharp look and he shrunk away looking sheepish. 'What? I know you were all wondering that too…' He mumbled, trailing off.
'Nein, I take it that you are not particularly friendly with them either…?' Feliciano looked at me in the eyes, wanting to trust and tell them everything that happened to us.
'Ve~ Luddy? Can we-a trust them?'
'…I… I think so.' I then look up at them, 'Are you part of the rebellion?' For some reason, I take a mental note to ask Kiku as to why he is so quiet, perhaps he is brooding?
Matthias' face brightened up considerably. 'Have we got some recruits?' He then looked us up and down, scrutinizing us. He gestures to me, 'You look strong enough but do you know how to swing that sword of yours'?' …If I couldn't use it why would I have it with me?
'Ja.' Maybe, I think, maybe Lukas is right about him being an idiot.
'Nå, det er godt.' He mutters, then speaks louder, 'What about the other two?'
If he's going to speak in his native tongue, so will I. 'Wir haben alle die Kunst des Schwertkampf.'
Matthias blinks a few times, confused. 'What?'
Feli decided to step in, 'Luddy-a said "we are all mastered the art of sword fighting."' Ah, yes. We also all decided to learn each other's native language; this enables us to have private conversations. Almost nobody knows any other language than that cursed 'Queen's English'. As our 'King' says.
Matthias grinned, 'Looks like we actually managed to get skilled people join our cause.' He twists around to Lukas and the others, who were just sitting back and listening to the interrogation. 'Lukas, can we go back to the camp now? We did what Alfie asked. Besides, they will need guides.'
Emil muttered just loud enough for everyone to hear, 'You need a guide just to get around our house, let alone a forest.' Matthias pouted.
'Alright everyone, we head out in a few days. Make sure you have enough supplies and rest. But for now, let's get some lunch cooking.' As Lukas finished speaking he looked at Matthias.
'But Lukas, I cook all the timeeeeee.'
'Fine, I guess that you want Bernwald cooking then.' Matthias, Tino, and Emil became paler. Bernwald looked neutral and Lukas looked slightly amused.
'Y-y-you k-know what? I suddenly feel like cooking right now, preferably something not horrible enough to kill you with one whiff.' Bernwald frowns slightly at this but otherwise does nothing. 'Alright, you three better prepare for the best cooking you've ever tasted!'
Oh my goodness, I have no idea where I'm going with this story. I want Ludwig to have magic as well as having him as a seer and I also want to have the other Kirklands show up. Maybe the Republic of Ireland will be a rebel and the other brothers live in the palace because they have to keep watch over Arthur or something like that.
Translations:
Danish:
Well, that's good.
German:
We are all mastered the art of sword fighting. (I think that this translation of German at the bottom is rather unneeded but doing it anyway)
Auf Weidersehen! Ciao! Adiós! Bless! さようなら! Hei Sitten! Au Revoir! до свидания! Pa!