Post by Walker Jones on Feb 28, 2012 23:07:16 GMT -5
A/N: Now I know what your thinking "Weaver, dammit, stop making excuses to put off finishing your actual story." And well, yeah, this is an excuse. But it's a bloody good one! Firstly, as my line of excuses for my main excuse, I can't write this many death scenes in a row without going into "perma-depression", where I'll wind up writing death fics about Vin killing himself or something... Secondly I feel I owe Texas something by not writing anything about him. He's just kind of there to humor Alexis.. BUT NOT ANYMORE! *f-yeah America face* He now has a more interesting back story! And lastly, I've already written this monster out, even though it's old, I can do the "let's see... how many chapters can I fit into posting per day," thing did early on. So I apologize for not updating the others, I'll get to them soon,
I hope you enjoy, your humble Author,
~Weaver
disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia there would be more violence and less humor.
Tree of Memories
The large expanse of sky above the clearing and camp loomed above them like a roof over a church- to high and big to seem to fit. Stars shown brightly against the pitch black midnight.
“Just get away from me! I want to be by myself!” The boy turned away from his friend, tears stinging his eyes. He would not cry. He couldn't. It would mean he was weaker than he already thought.
“Vasco..” The girl's saddened tone hurt him even more- did she really have to act like this towards him?
“Leave me alone!” He ran. If he couldn't stop himself from crying, he would stop others from seeing him. He ran through the thick forest. Brambles and sharp sticks cutting his bare feet, face and hands as he pushed his way through the brush.
After what seemed like an eternity of running, he tripped, tumbling down a small hill with brown and yellow leaves following him like a ships wake. His head spun, the world unwilling to come to a stop as he landed near a huge oak tree. It's branches extending in every direction imaginable. It's gnarled body thick and forgotten by man. Soft green grass surrounded the tree, it was almost unnatural how the vivid green looked against the brown and red of the rest of the earth. The boy slowly stood and walked towards the tree; His feet making the slightest rustle as they touched the rain kissed earth. Placing a hand on the withered bark he dug his fingers into the cracks and crevices that formed black rivers in the brown bark. Vines spiraled around the tree like brown and green snakes. Putting a foot onto a knot in the tree he jumped up and pulled himself up onto the first large branch of the tree.
“Tejas?(friend?)” He asked the tall man in front of him. The man was atop the strangest thing Vasco had ever seen- it was brown and white, it had four legs. And had hooves like some of the llamas his sisters and brothers had down south.
“Is that your name chico? Tejas?” The man spoke with a weird accent. But the boy didn't understand the man's language, so he just repeated his question;
“Tejas?”
“Ha, you make me laugh chico.” That's when he pulled something out of his bag and showed it to the boy. It was gold. “You know what? If tu can get me this, I can teach you my language and customs. Sound like a deal?” He held out his hand, the boy did the same and the Spaniard grabbed it and shook it. Then he turned to the men on strange animals behind him; “Tejas is now Spanish territory!”
The boy shook his head to clear it- why had he thought of that all of a sudden. He still sat on the lowest branch though, he needed to get higher. He reached up and grabbed the next branch. He pulled himself onto the huge limb and sat there, each leg over on side of the branch, dangling out into open air as his next memory flooded him:
The two stood in the large fenced in area, clouds lazily rolling around in the light blue sky.
Tejas stood, wide eyed and mouth slightly open in awe at what Don Spain had brought him.
“W-what is it?” He asked, he had to make sure this wasn't one of those illusions that the strange Englishman he saw sometimes wandering around near his territory had.
“This is a horse! Your horse now.” Spain grinned patting the large animal. It snorted and flicked it's tail. It's head bent, busy eating the hay that was put out for it. “You can name her. She is yours now.”
Tejas gaped at the large black animal. It's tar-like coat glimmered, it's brown eyes half closed; Completely engrossed in eating. Tejas put a hand on the woven saddle, putting his foot in the stirrup he hoisted himself onto the horse. He sat awkwardly for about about a minute as Spain adjusted the saddle to fit him. Almost immediately once Spain stepped back to smile reassuringly at Tejas to say that the horse looked amazing- the horse bolted.
Tejas felt like he was flying for about a second before land harshly on his back, the wind knocked out of him. Dust spiraled up from the ground as the horse cantered back to the food pile, it's hooves clacking against the dry earth. Spain ran over to check if he was still alive.
“I-I'm okay.” Tejas said blinking as he sat up, his head spun as he stood shakily. “I want to try again.”
Spain and he walked back over to the horse who stood as if nothing had happened. Chewing on the golden hay that sat on the dusty ground.
This time Spain held the reigns of the horse as Tejas pulled himself back on. Once Spain handed him back the reigns Tejas gripped them, leaning forward slightly to keep his balance. “Just remember, she will buck.” Spain warned him, Tejas looked back at him flatly- as if he didn't just get that from what just happened. Spain smiled cheerily before letting go of the horse completely.
The horse trotted out into the middle of the small field. And stood. Tejas looked down at it; “Aren't you going to throw me off you like you did last time? Burro?” He asked, lightly tapping the horse with his foot. The horse either didn't like being tapped or didn't like being called a burro because it kicked, it's back legs going high into the air and Tejas held on almost falling off. The black mammal landed roughly and spun and kicked, trying to rid it's back of the rider. Tejas bit his lip trying to keep a hold of the reigns.
Finally it reared, Tejas slid off it almost like it was a black furry slide and scrambled back to get out of the way of the kicking hooves. He ran back over to Spain, his bare feet patting against the earth. “Papa...” He panted, leaning over to catch his breath, the distant sound of the angry animal bellowing in the background;“you got me the devil?”
Spain laughed at this, “No! She just needs to get used to you. Now go fetch her so you can try it again,” Tejas groaned, rolling his eyes before turning to look back over at the small black shape that was moving farther and farther away on the horizon. Luckily the ranch area was fenced in so he needn't worry about the devil-horse getting too far away. He jogged off after her.
A/N: As a bit of history, the Spanish discovered Tex on accident, so I've always wondered if who-ever his mom was was raped by Spain... (Dark thought, I know, but once you get the history it makes more sense.
I hope you enjoy, your humble Author,
~Weaver
disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia there would be more violence and less humor.
Tree of Memories
The large expanse of sky above the clearing and camp loomed above them like a roof over a church- to high and big to seem to fit. Stars shown brightly against the pitch black midnight.
“Just get away from me! I want to be by myself!” The boy turned away from his friend, tears stinging his eyes. He would not cry. He couldn't. It would mean he was weaker than he already thought.
“Vasco..” The girl's saddened tone hurt him even more- did she really have to act like this towards him?
“Leave me alone!” He ran. If he couldn't stop himself from crying, he would stop others from seeing him. He ran through the thick forest. Brambles and sharp sticks cutting his bare feet, face and hands as he pushed his way through the brush.
After what seemed like an eternity of running, he tripped, tumbling down a small hill with brown and yellow leaves following him like a ships wake. His head spun, the world unwilling to come to a stop as he landed near a huge oak tree. It's branches extending in every direction imaginable. It's gnarled body thick and forgotten by man. Soft green grass surrounded the tree, it was almost unnatural how the vivid green looked against the brown and red of the rest of the earth. The boy slowly stood and walked towards the tree; His feet making the slightest rustle as they touched the rain kissed earth. Placing a hand on the withered bark he dug his fingers into the cracks and crevices that formed black rivers in the brown bark. Vines spiraled around the tree like brown and green snakes. Putting a foot onto a knot in the tree he jumped up and pulled himself up onto the first large branch of the tree.
“Tejas?(friend?)” He asked the tall man in front of him. The man was atop the strangest thing Vasco had ever seen- it was brown and white, it had four legs. And had hooves like some of the llamas his sisters and brothers had down south.
“Is that your name chico? Tejas?” The man spoke with a weird accent. But the boy didn't understand the man's language, so he just repeated his question;
“Tejas?”
“Ha, you make me laugh chico.” That's when he pulled something out of his bag and showed it to the boy. It was gold. “You know what? If tu can get me this, I can teach you my language and customs. Sound like a deal?” He held out his hand, the boy did the same and the Spaniard grabbed it and shook it. Then he turned to the men on strange animals behind him; “Tejas is now Spanish territory!”
The boy shook his head to clear it- why had he thought of that all of a sudden. He still sat on the lowest branch though, he needed to get higher. He reached up and grabbed the next branch. He pulled himself onto the huge limb and sat there, each leg over on side of the branch, dangling out into open air as his next memory flooded him:
The two stood in the large fenced in area, clouds lazily rolling around in the light blue sky.
Tejas stood, wide eyed and mouth slightly open in awe at what Don Spain had brought him.
“W-what is it?” He asked, he had to make sure this wasn't one of those illusions that the strange Englishman he saw sometimes wandering around near his territory had.
“This is a horse! Your horse now.” Spain grinned patting the large animal. It snorted and flicked it's tail. It's head bent, busy eating the hay that was put out for it. “You can name her. She is yours now.”
Tejas gaped at the large black animal. It's tar-like coat glimmered, it's brown eyes half closed; Completely engrossed in eating. Tejas put a hand on the woven saddle, putting his foot in the stirrup he hoisted himself onto the horse. He sat awkwardly for about about a minute as Spain adjusted the saddle to fit him. Almost immediately once Spain stepped back to smile reassuringly at Tejas to say that the horse looked amazing- the horse bolted.
Tejas felt like he was flying for about a second before land harshly on his back, the wind knocked out of him. Dust spiraled up from the ground as the horse cantered back to the food pile, it's hooves clacking against the dry earth. Spain ran over to check if he was still alive.
“I-I'm okay.” Tejas said blinking as he sat up, his head spun as he stood shakily. “I want to try again.”
Spain and he walked back over to the horse who stood as if nothing had happened. Chewing on the golden hay that sat on the dusty ground.
This time Spain held the reigns of the horse as Tejas pulled himself back on. Once Spain handed him back the reigns Tejas gripped them, leaning forward slightly to keep his balance. “Just remember, she will buck.” Spain warned him, Tejas looked back at him flatly- as if he didn't just get that from what just happened. Spain smiled cheerily before letting go of the horse completely.
The horse trotted out into the middle of the small field. And stood. Tejas looked down at it; “Aren't you going to throw me off you like you did last time? Burro?” He asked, lightly tapping the horse with his foot. The horse either didn't like being tapped or didn't like being called a burro because it kicked, it's back legs going high into the air and Tejas held on almost falling off. The black mammal landed roughly and spun and kicked, trying to rid it's back of the rider. Tejas bit his lip trying to keep a hold of the reigns.
Finally it reared, Tejas slid off it almost like it was a black furry slide and scrambled back to get out of the way of the kicking hooves. He ran back over to Spain, his bare feet patting against the earth. “Papa...” He panted, leaning over to catch his breath, the distant sound of the angry animal bellowing in the background;“you got me the devil?”
Spain laughed at this, “No! She just needs to get used to you. Now go fetch her so you can try it again,” Tejas groaned, rolling his eyes before turning to look back over at the small black shape that was moving farther and farther away on the horizon. Luckily the ranch area was fenced in so he needn't worry about the devil-horse getting too far away. He jogged off after her.
A/N: As a bit of history, the Spanish discovered Tex on accident, so I've always wondered if who-ever his mom was was raped by Spain... (Dark thought, I know, but once you get the history it makes more sense.
