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tinfoiltennis) wrote2010-08-17 04:17 pm
tinfoiltennis) wrote2010-08-17 04:17 pm
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✎ fanfic - hetalia - [untitled]
Title: who needs titles, this is crackland
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Portugal [OC], Spain, a bit of England at the end
Rating: PG for gratuitous dumping of little brothers into the sea.
Summary: Spain gets dumped into the sea. ... No, that's pretty much it.
Timeframe The early 2010s. :'>
Word Count: 907
Notes: Written rather quickly for the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starsandauras, and spurred on by discussion of a really cracky, almost bloodless version of World War 3 that is sparked off by Spain's reaction to Portugal and England getting married in this fic of mine. ... so it's kind of an in-joke right now. :'D
Warnings: A Hetalia OC, slight crack, Portugal's yandere smile, and Spain being completely unreasonable.
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This nonsense had gone far enough, Luís decided as he made his way to Antonio’s Cadiz house. He’d known that his brother would react… well, hysterically to the news of his getting married, but declaring war on Ireland for marrying him to England, not to mention leaving her bruised from his misguided attempt to defend Portugal’s honour or some sort of nonsense like that? Was ridiculous. Not to mention that he was quite certain that Brigid was downplaying how much Spain had hurt her anyway. Which was why he was taking himself off quietly to try and talk some sense into his idiot of a brother – with force, if necessary.
Honestly, he thought with a short, irritated sigh as he waited for Antonio to answer the door, you would have thought that after over six hundred years, he would have given up gracefully by now. But then again, he amended as Antonio’s head appeared through a tiny crack in the door, only to try a speedy retreat when he saw who it was, this was his brother he was talking about.
He swiftly put his foot in the door to stop Antonio shutting the door on him and said sternly, “Toni, stop being ridiculous and open the door.”
“Why should I?” Antonio said sullenly, sounding every inch as if he was the one being wronged. Luís rolled his eyes and counted to five while he reminded himself to keep his temper.
“Because quite honestly, you are acting like a petulant child and I want to talk to you, irmão,” he said as patiently as he could. “Can we go for a walk? Please?”
There was a few seconds’ pause before the door opened and Antonio appeared. “Okay,” he said finally.
Luís waited until they were a good distance away from the house before he said anything. The silence was almost soul-crushingly uncomfortable, Antonio looking off sullenly to one side with his hands buried in his pockets while the wind whipped their hair up. Finally, Luís sighed shortly.
“Antonio, what is it that you’re trying to do? I know that you’re upset but I think trying to strangle Irlanda was a bit of an overreaction.” Antonio muttered something inaudible and Luís frowned, coming to a halt next to the low wall separating the town from the sea below. “What did she ever do to you in the first place?” Antonio looked up at him disbelievingly. “… Recently, I mean,” Luís conceded. Antonio leaned against the wall, folding his arms as he gazed stonily out at the ocean.
“… Why did you marry England?” he said finally, that sullen note still in his voice.
“Why is that any of your business?”
“He’s not good enough for you! And he never has been and he’s a pirate and a witch and a liar – and he’s not even Catholic, anyway!”
“And this was a good enough reason to strangle one of my best friends?” he asked icily.
“… She married you to him.”
“Oh, for goodness’ sake, Antonio!” Luís ran a hand through his hair in frustration. What was that one curious idiom of England’s? Talking to a brick wall? Try one hundred brick walls. “It’s been over six hundred years, when are you going to let this go? Whether Brigid was involved or not, you still ought to have seen this coming, since I wasn’t exactly dragged to the altar!”
“She still should have known better,” Antonio said defensively with a frown.
“She’s sick enough as it is!” Luís snapped back, finally giving up on any pretence of patience. “What you were hoping to achieve by hurting her I have no idea, but –”
“She deserved it!”
Luís stopped speaking suddenly and stared at Antonio in thunderstruck incredulity. Then, so quickly as to make it eerily jarring, an odd smile appeared on his face.
“Fine, then.”
Antonio never saw it coming. Within a few seconds, Luís had upended his brother over the side of the wall, where he fell with a loud shriek and a splash into the water below. After a few seconds, Antonio’s head reappeared as he stared up in mild shock at the wall above. Luís leaned over the edge slightly.
“If it’s really a war you want,” he said coolly, “then I suppose I’ll have to get involved. It seems that’s the only hope I have of beating any sense into you.” Without another word, he turned and walked away from the edge, leaving Antonio gaping at the sky from the sea below.
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Here follows an excerpt from a phone call made on xx-xx-201x
“You declared war on your brother?!”
“I lost my temper.”
“Lost your temper? I’d bloody well say so since you’ve gone and got yourself into a war!”
“Oh, calm down, it will all be okay. By the look of it, Brigid’s allies far outnumber Antonio’s as it is.”
“Brigid is going to throw a fit when she finds out how many people are coming in on her side. And if you’re really that set on beating some sense into that idiot, then I want to be there to get dibs on the first punch.”
“I never expected anything less. And she will simply have to deal with it. She’s not the only one allowed to be protective.”
“… Good Lord, he really has gone and pissed you off this time, hasn’t he?”
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Portugal [OC], Spain, a bit of England at the end
Rating: PG for gratuitous dumping of little brothers into the sea.
Summary: Spain gets dumped into the sea. ... No, that's pretty much it.
Timeframe The early 2010s. :'>
Word Count: 907
Notes: Written rather quickly for the lovely
starsandauras, and spurred on by discussion of a really cracky, almost bloodless version of World War 3 that is sparked off by Spain's reaction to Portugal and England getting married in this fic of mine. ... so it's kind of an in-joke right now. :'DWarnings: A Hetalia OC, slight crack, Portugal's yandere smile, and Spain being completely unreasonable.
This nonsense had gone far enough, Luís decided as he made his way to Antonio’s Cadiz house. He’d known that his brother would react… well, hysterically to the news of his getting married, but declaring war on Ireland for marrying him to England, not to mention leaving her bruised from his misguided attempt to defend Portugal’s honour or some sort of nonsense like that? Was ridiculous. Not to mention that he was quite certain that Brigid was downplaying how much Spain had hurt her anyway. Which was why he was taking himself off quietly to try and talk some sense into his idiot of a brother – with force, if necessary.
Honestly, he thought with a short, irritated sigh as he waited for Antonio to answer the door, you would have thought that after over six hundred years, he would have given up gracefully by now. But then again, he amended as Antonio’s head appeared through a tiny crack in the door, only to try a speedy retreat when he saw who it was, this was his brother he was talking about.
He swiftly put his foot in the door to stop Antonio shutting the door on him and said sternly, “Toni, stop being ridiculous and open the door.”
“Why should I?” Antonio said sullenly, sounding every inch as if he was the one being wronged. Luís rolled his eyes and counted to five while he reminded himself to keep his temper.
“Because quite honestly, you are acting like a petulant child and I want to talk to you, irmão,” he said as patiently as he could. “Can we go for a walk? Please?”
There was a few seconds’ pause before the door opened and Antonio appeared. “Okay,” he said finally.
Luís waited until they were a good distance away from the house before he said anything. The silence was almost soul-crushingly uncomfortable, Antonio looking off sullenly to one side with his hands buried in his pockets while the wind whipped their hair up. Finally, Luís sighed shortly.
“Antonio, what is it that you’re trying to do? I know that you’re upset but I think trying to strangle Irlanda was a bit of an overreaction.” Antonio muttered something inaudible and Luís frowned, coming to a halt next to the low wall separating the town from the sea below. “What did she ever do to you in the first place?” Antonio looked up at him disbelievingly. “… Recently, I mean,” Luís conceded. Antonio leaned against the wall, folding his arms as he gazed stonily out at the ocean.
“… Why did you marry England?” he said finally, that sullen note still in his voice.
“Why is that any of your business?”
“He’s not good enough for you! And he never has been and he’s a pirate and a witch and a liar – and he’s not even Catholic, anyway!”
“And this was a good enough reason to strangle one of my best friends?” he asked icily.
“… She married you to him.”
“Oh, for goodness’ sake, Antonio!” Luís ran a hand through his hair in frustration. What was that one curious idiom of England’s? Talking to a brick wall? Try one hundred brick walls. “It’s been over six hundred years, when are you going to let this go? Whether Brigid was involved or not, you still ought to have seen this coming, since I wasn’t exactly dragged to the altar!”
“She still should have known better,” Antonio said defensively with a frown.
“She’s sick enough as it is!” Luís snapped back, finally giving up on any pretence of patience. “What you were hoping to achieve by hurting her I have no idea, but –”
“She deserved it!”
Luís stopped speaking suddenly and stared at Antonio in thunderstruck incredulity. Then, so quickly as to make it eerily jarring, an odd smile appeared on his face.
“Fine, then.”
Antonio never saw it coming. Within a few seconds, Luís had upended his brother over the side of the wall, where he fell with a loud shriek and a splash into the water below. After a few seconds, Antonio’s head reappeared as he stared up in mild shock at the wall above. Luís leaned over the edge slightly.
“If it’s really a war you want,” he said coolly, “then I suppose I’ll have to get involved. It seems that’s the only hope I have of beating any sense into you.” Without another word, he turned and walked away from the edge, leaving Antonio gaping at the sky from the sea below.
Here follows an excerpt from a phone call made on xx-xx-201x
“You declared war on your brother?!”
“I lost my temper.”
“Lost your temper? I’d bloody well say so since you’ve gone and got yourself into a war!”
“Oh, calm down, it will all be okay. By the look of it, Brigid’s allies far outnumber Antonio’s as it is.”
“Brigid is going to throw a fit when she finds out how many people are coming in on her side. And if you’re really that set on beating some sense into that idiot, then I want to be there to get dibs on the first punch.”
“I never expected anything less. And she will simply have to deal with it. She’s not the only one allowed to be protective.”
“… Good Lord, he really has gone and pissed you off this time, hasn’t he?”
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I read this little drabble, the prequel to this drabble and just finished the mermaid tale, all in a row, so excuse me if my comment ends up being a mash-up of everything. As I was reading your stories I couldn't stop at all and I just wanted to read it till the very end.
The marriage fanfic is too adorable for words. Ireland setting everything up, them marrying in the middle of the Atlantic, Prussia's comment on how the Iberians must have hit their head when they were little (which is the ultimate truth of this world) and the end... oh God, the end was the best touch to the whole composition. Please do never change, Romano.
As for the drabble, Portugal losing his temper and going yandere on his brother was a very nice touch. I approve of this WW III, you may continue XD
But the mermaid fic... that one is simply mindblowing. Finally I see Portugal interacting with the whole Anglo family, especially Ireland and not only England. That you take the effort to make each character speak like their nationals do is even a greater bonus. Then, the little tiny stereotype criticisms you've included... like when England tells America that not everything is an action movie... it makes it all more down to Earth.
I don't know how much research you put into this, especially when it comes to Portugal's character, but the way you make him act and speak are exactly how he should. You even included his stubburness for Christ's sake! And how he behaves when it comes to Spain... it's him. Talking with other Portuguese we had come to the conclusion that defining Portugal's personality is an impossible task. And yet, here is this fanfic where he behaves, says and acts exactly like he should.
I... don't know what else to say except that this was probably the best fanfic with Portugal I've ever read and that I'm completely head-over-heels over your writing.
I mean, your "Luís"/"Lusitania" argument even convinced me to change my headcanon name for him. I originally assumed it'd be "Afonso" because that was the name of his first king and it was similar to Spain's "Antonio". But now I assume that his name should be "Luís Afonso".
So...
May I please friend you here on LJ so that I may follow you better?
And please, please, do link these jewels in the EngPort community. Other people have to read your works!
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Truthfully I've actually been working on developing my headcanon Portugal for about a year now so he's kind of grown as I've done more research over time, but you have no idea how flattered I am that you think he behaves exactly like he should do. ;3; I've never really been able to see Portugal as anything other than stubborn, to be honest, he's always come across that way to me. ^^; At first posting my Portugal fic on this journal was really just a way to collect all my headcanon together in one place since as I said before, I am ridiculously shy with advertising and since Portugal is my first Hetalia OC, I was really worried about causing offence or something. But I think I might link these on the community now and try and get over my nerves. ^^;
And of course, I'd be really happy to friend you! ^^
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He is stubborn... the worst kind of stubborn. I say it's a side-effect of having a little brother always on you.
Advertising one should feel ashamed about is when you do it without criteria and post links to your works on every possible community out there. However, posting it to a community that is meant to be a collection of works of a very specific thing isn't advertising at all. You're just adding another element to the collection :D
Yay, thank you! :D
Ah, and something I forgot to ask...
I know I'm not that good, but would I have your permission to draw one or two scenes from the fics. There were some that really struck me, so when I had a bit of free time, I would like to work on them :x
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I'll bear that one in mind. :D Thanks again for the encouraging words!
Please feel free to draw something if you'd like! I mean seriously, I'd probably be over the moon with whatever you drew, it's always a real honour when someone wants to draw art of something you've written. ^///^
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Thank you very much for allowing me to do it! The prompts are so nice ;w;
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Oh geeze I feel awkward doing this but... yes, thank you so much from the both of us. ^_^
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Great job you two! <333