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how it works:

i. post a comment with the characters you play.
ii. go around and prompt other players with a 5 + 1 prompt (e.g. "Five times Hope said sorry and one time he didn't")
iii. write a fic for the prompts people leave you!
iv. enjoy your fic? we hope?

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kira

[muscovy]

Muscovy | Hetalia

[meatbrained]

i. five times muscovy made a friend and one time he didn't

Double Drabbles

[muscovy]

I. Sweden
There is a ship on the river, a manoeuvrable, shapely thing. They said that they don't really come from upstream, that they carried their boat across the land from the next big river. That they're going to the ocean at the mouth of the river. The leader of the group and the head of the village that he's currently staying in are talking right now, the calm and friendly but tense talk done with a group of warriors that come in peace and thus should be treated as guests. ...That one wants to treat as guests and have as friends because with their fighting power they could easily set fire to the whole village.

But Muscovy's eyes are drawn to a young man, almost still a child - 11 perhaps - who hangs back a bit, watching the scene with a frown. He.. feels familiar, but not in the way his own people do. He fells drawn to him in ways that he can't explain, and so he goes down to their camp and finds him to... watch him. Eventually, he approaches, and the man looks up. Watches him intensely in return. They stare at one other for a very long time.


II. Kievan Rus/Ukraine
He meets her first on a crowded, busy marketplace at the centre of a temporary tent city, a place that exists only during the summer. He likes coming here - it is warm, people are lively, it is generally safe, and people from all kinds of places mingle, both from ones that are his and from ones that are not.

A glimpse only, at first - a girl, not much older than him, who looks oddly vibrant for a human. He sees her a bit longer, later, speaking to a variety of unrelated people with a familiarity that strikes him as unusual, and he follows her than, observes her. She feels familiar in a way that reminds him of Sweden, but the feeling is much stronger. Finally, he approaches her, and they speak, striking up a conversation easily. Laugh and walk around, grasp for each other's hands when the crowd threatens to pull them apart, as naturally as if they have always known one another. A woman who with a colourful beaded hat gifts them an apple each and ruffles their hair, exclaiming that they are quite the adorable pair of siblings. Perhaps, he thinks then, that is what this is. Family.


III. Minsk/Belarus
Years later, when he finds a girl sitting in a tree, staring with a face frozen to stone in terror down at a band of wolves that have the tree surrounded, he identifies the feeling easily - the familiarity, the natural urge to protect and be close. Family.

He's lucky, he stands where the wind goes to, and the wolves only notice him when he has enough of a fire going to throw burning cones at them until they decide that there are easier targets out there. Where did this kind of courage come from? He should reasonably have been too weak to make them go away, would have run normally, perhaps tried to get help from the next village. But this girl - a sister, a younger sister! - needed the help sooner than that.

She stares at him down from where she is perched high up in the tree, sharp bright eyes boring into him, and then suddenly jumps, landing in front of him, snow flying up around her. There are no words, just hands that grab his coat and cling to him, hold on to him for a long moment before she wordlessly drags him along. To safety.


IV. China
Mongol's house is as cold as his own, but the people are different - richer, for one. He's never seen so much wealth gathered in one place before. He's never seen so many people from places so far away from his home. Nor so many nations that aren’t children or just barely reaching adulthood yet. Most of them, he has no relationship with, but there is one that fascinates him. One who is from the immediate south of Mongol's house, who speaks softly and smiles gently but has steel underneath, cushioned by a warmth that is nonetheless genuine. Who knows of things he has never seen and thinks in ways that outdo any complicated thinking that he has witnessed back home.

Who will invite him for tea sometimes, who never speaks of the visible and invisible walls directly around them but tells him of the sunflower fields of his home and brings him seeds to plant in the summer back home, who coaches him through the first disappointments when they won't grow properly. Who, one day, takes him home and laughs merrily as Muscovy's eyes grow big at getting lost in fields of sunflowers as far as his eyes can see.


V. Maglor

He's run all night, scared and panicked. Through snow, woods and darkness, and now that the fairies that have hunted him seem to be gone he cannot figure out where he is. He cannot feel his lands anymore.

He almost doesn't see the guard hidden up a tree, but manages to sneak past them, and then another one, and before he knows it, he is in the middle of the camp and almost falls over a figure lying on the ground, wrapped in a cloak. China, he knows instinctively, and sneaks under the coat, into his friend's arms. He wakes up to warmth and a feeling of being calm and secure, but when he looks up, there is a stranger looking back at hin. Akin to China in many ways, dark haired and ancient, and yet most definitely not him.

"Well now." The man says. "It seems my little visitor is awake. Good morn, little one. I am glad that you seemed to sleep well, although I must commend you on slipping past the guards. No doubt the Prince will have to reprimand them, later. I am Maglor, in any case. Might I know the name of my sleeping companion?"


VI.
Mongol is replaced by Tartar and China becomes too far away to see him. Sweden returns as a bully, not a friend. He couldn't keep them.

It takes him a bit to figure out why, takes observance of others, nations of humans alike, but he figures it out eventually: To keep your friends, you need to be strong. It isn't as necessary with family, because with family, the wish to protect and to be close is natural and too strong to be changed by fights and raids and wars. With family it endures. But it doesn't when they are friends.

So he can't make nations friends yet, he's weak.

He tries to befriend other, weaker beings - tries to befriend a hamster, in the end, and is turned own violently. His sisters comfort him, but there is only one comfort in the end: A better future. Hoping that he will one day be big and strong and able to not only meet people and be friendly with em fora time, but to truly be their friend forever. Strong enough that he can keep them from not being friendly to him anymore, and to keep others from tearing them away from him.