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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Aug 17, 2011 16:11:22 GMT -5
Stop that. My puppy is trying to sleep and me laughing keeps waking her up. I'm working on the next chapter.
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Aug 17, 2011 16:22:04 GMT -5
I'm sorry I can't help it.
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Sept 7, 2011 8:14:22 GMT -5
Chapter 4: Relationships
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is Wales sort of. I don't own the picture I based him off of.
Dylan Adda Kirkland was physically 24 years old, but there were times he felt like an old man. But that wasn't surprising given he had been around for a long time. This was one those times.
His day started relatively normal. For once the sun was actually shining. All of his sheep were taken care of and so was his paperwork. It had been a while since he had a free day like this so why not take advantage of it? Usually if Lloegr found out he had nothing to do, he tried to give him more to do. And his boss was still avoiding him after that last prank.
Next thing he knew he was walking up the path that led towards a hidden mountain trail. Not even Hamish knew about this trail. Why had he never told Hamish about this trail? Oh that's right by the time Dylan had discovered it, he was under the control of the Roman. That stupid wall kept Dylan in what would be Wales and Hamish in Scotland.
Dylan never really understood why the Roman wanted him. Once Cymru and Lloegr were under the Roman's control, the Roman basically focused on Lloegr, thinking that mountains in the west were useless for anything. So that gave Dylan freedom to run wild, unfortunately this was the start of his and Arthur's major differences. The Roman taught Arthur to fear the “barbarians” to the west, while Dylan thought his little brother was a major suck-up. Then the brat conquered him in the 1200's over a marriage.
Why was he wasting his free day thinking about Arthur? He shoved the stupid blonde from his mind. He was still walking along the path, getting higher and farther up the mountain. His thoughts drifted to the twins. He really couldn't say he had a good relationship with North Ireland but he also couldn't say he had a bad relationship with him either. If Dylan had to describe it one word he would probably go with tolerate. He didn't hate North Ireland, they just didn't really have anything in common.
Dylan mostly got along with Ireland, except for when her split personality came out. When that usually happened Dylan started getting annoyed with her. Which wasn't a normal reaction when it came to a dangerous split-personality, but Dylan wasn't normal in most of his reactions anyway so why start now?
That brought Dylan to his last sibling, Hamish. There were many ways he could describe what Hamish had been to him: a father-figure when they were children, a best friend, and an overly protective older brother. Dylan would have to be completely blind and deaf, not to mention an idiot if he didn't notice his brother had a bit of a complex for him. Well maybe more than a bit but whatever.
He stopped thinking when he realized he was at the end of the trail in a clearing. He laid on his back directly in the center of the clearing staring up at the blue sky. The weather was extremely nice for Wales and Dylan was determined to stay in his little sanctuary away from the modern world.
Here in mountains Dylan could almost see himself as a child running freely and wildly as if he was a part of the forest itself. This was his true home. Dylan was almost positive none of his siblings would understand, maybe Hamish would given that he had the Highlands. It was so peaceful here.
“Dylan! thare yer, A've bin keekin fur ye.” The loud voice startled Dylan awake. He must have a fallen asleep in the quietness.
“How did you find this place,” Dylan racked his brain trying to remember if he had ever told Hamish about this place. He was almost completely positive he had never said anything about this place, “did I tell you about the path?”
The red-head grinned, pulling out a cigarette even though he had just hiked up a mountain, “dinnae ye ken? ah kin aye fin' ye.”
The younger one's face twisted in shock before he curled up clutching his stomach laughing. The older brother twitched in annoyance, but there was a gleam in his eyes that showed happiness at seeing his younger brother laugh is heart out.
“Whit urr ye laughing at?”
“Every time you open your mouth, you sound like a pervert.” Dylan laughed even harder when Hamish started choking on his cigarette. Once he stopped almost dieing, Hamish gave Dylan that look which Dylan knew to be 'you're a brat'.
“Ah cam keekin fur ye fur Arthur wis keekin fur ye. Something aboot ye slacking aff.” A barely suppressed groan left Dylan's lips, he knew it.
“I'm not slacking off. I finished all my paperwork for today and I am enjoying one of the few sunny days I actually get.”
A thump at his side let him know that Hamish had joined him on the ground. Now that Dylan thought about it, he wouldn't trade the relationships he had with his siblings for anything but he would admit he would trade Arthur for anything.
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Sept 7, 2011 17:45:30 GMT -5
I still love this story so much. Poor England is always being hated on. Thank god you didn't talk about Sealand since all but Ireland want him to just die in a ditch.
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Sept 7, 2011 17:47:22 GMT -5
I forgot about Sealand.
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Sept 7, 2011 17:48:32 GMT -5
XD You forgot about the most hated brother that even England doesn't love?
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Sept 7, 2011 17:49:38 GMT -5
Yup he completely slipped my mind.
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Sept 7, 2011 17:57:07 GMT -5
That's okay because no one really likes him
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Sept 7, 2011 18:06:22 GMT -5
Yeah. I was watching paint it white today and it still slipped my mind.
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Post by Hamish Kirkland on Sept 7, 2011 18:09:18 GMT -5
I love paint it white! It was so retarded
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Sept 7, 2011 18:09:53 GMT -5
I can't wait to find out who Iceland's VA is.
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Sept 8, 2011 17:27:01 GMT -5
I apologize right now for any ooc-ness and thanks to Belgium for letting me use her. Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia. ~~ Chapter 5: Traditions
The first of March also known as Saint David's Day was also Dylan's birthday. What was Dylan doing on this happy occasion? Given that it was 5 in the morning, he was sleeping. He was buried happily under the covers of his king sized bed. The smell of something sweet and rich eventually stirred him from his blissful sleep. He dragged himself out of bed, grabbing his sweatpants off the ground and yanking the up his legs. Making his way following the smell, he ended up in his kitchen where his girlfriend Emma Lambert aka Belgium was currently making him chocolate waffles while humming.
“You didn't have to do this.” Dylan suddenly stated making the poor blonde girl jump in surprise.
“Dylan you scared me.” The blonde scolded the redhead even though she was fighting a smile. “I wanted to, its your birthday after all.” She turned back to her cooking as Dylan went to sit at the table watching her.
“I have the whole day planned. After breakfast, we can stroll through the town and do a bit of shopping, then for lunch have a picnic at that park that you like going to, and for dinner we have reservations at the fancy restaurant that frog-face works at.”
The word 'crap' was the only thing running through Dylan's mind, over and over again. He thought he had already told her about the family tradition about birthdays, well not family but him and Hamish's tradition.
“Bel, cariad, can we rain check everything after breakfast?” She had finished the waffles and was setting them on plates, but completely froze when she heard that. “No they can't. The reservations, themselves, had to be put in weeks in advance. Why?” Belgium was normally a sweet and cheerful girl, but she was scary when she was mad.
“Hamish and I have this tradition that when we are in relationships, we always spend the holidays together, including birthdays, excluding Valentine’s Day. We go on a hike to a clearing where we have a picnic and that takes a good bit of the day.” A quick green glance went to the table with a brief wonder of if it would work as good shelter against her anger. It was ironic that Hamish's anger didn't faze Dylan a bit but Bel's terrified him.
“Why didn't you tell me about this before your birthday?”
“Honestly I thought I already did and I didn't realize my birthday was so close.” It was a lame excuse, but it was the truth. Arthur basically had Dylan running around and dealing with so much paperwork that he was coming home and collapsing on the couch dead asleep.
Bel must have seen the honesty in his eyes given that was the only way to read him do to his generally neutral expression. She dumped the plate in from of him before grabbing her purse and storming out of the house. Well that went well.
At his house, Hamish was sitting on his bed tying his hiking boots. He was excited for this hike. Dylan and he had started doing the hike because they never had to worry about Arthur tagging along. Arthur wasn't a big fan of the outdoors.
“Mon amour where are you going? Neither of us work today, so we 'ave all day to stay in bed.” Hamish turned to the blond man still resting in his bed.
“Sorry Francis, th'day is Dylan's birthday 'n' we forordinar gang oan a hike 'n' huv a picnic in a clearing.” Hamish could already see the pout making it's way on Francis' face.
“Vous savez mon amour, sometimes I feel like I am competing with Dylan for vos affections.” Normally this wouldn't have bothered Francis, seeing as he was a major flirt so it made Hamish wonder what was really going on.
“Tis ne'er bothered ye afore. Whit's gaun oan Francis?”
“Votre petit frère is in a relationship now. Don't you think it is time to start letting go? Peut-être he might have plans with Bel.” If Hamish didn't know better, it sounded like Francis was jealous.
“He wilnae. We've bin daein' this particular tradition fur a lang time 'n' tis nae gaun tae change. Na mair talking o' this.” Hamish was out of his house and in his car before Francis could say another word. Francis had managed to hit a nerve. Ever since Dylan had started dating Emma, Hamish feared Dylan wouldn't need him anymore and start pulling away. That fear hadn't been present during Dylan's previous relationships, because Hamish could tell Dylan wasn't really that interested in them. With Emma though Dylan was obviously (to Hamish at least) happy and interested and it terrified Hamish more than he wanted to admit. Finally reaching the parking lot for the trail, Hamish saw Dylan sitting on the hood of his car. Hamish pulled his car in the closest spot to Dylan and made his way over to the sitting man.
“Ye'r earlie.” Hamish didn't like that look in Dylan's eyes. It wasn't sad but far too blank to be normal. “Did something happen?”
Dylan just shrugged before continuing letting out a deep sigh as he did, “Bel and I had an argument this morning.”
“Dae yi'll waant tae stairt heading up th' trail? Hiking 'n' fresh air aye clears yer heid.” Dylan conceded. Grabbing the picnic basket on his way off the hood of his car. Hamish blinked, why hadn't he noticed the picnic basket. Oh that's right he was focusing on Dylan.
It took most people around two hours to get to the clearing from the trail but Hamish and Dylan were used to hiking, this trail in particular so normally it took them around an hour to get to the clearing. The hour hike was spent in silence as both men relfected on what had happened already in the day. Once at the clearing they set up their picnic.
“Wantae tell me whit th' rammy wi' Emma wis aboot?” Hamish asked once they were both seated on the blanket,
“This actually. I forgot to tell her about this tradition we have and she had an entire day planned. She wasn't happy when I said I couldn't change it. We haven't spent time together in a while so I just couldn't back out.”
Well that proved France wrong for now anyway. “Ah wid huv understood if ye hud wanted tae postpone this. We huv afore.” That was usually because one or either of them couldn't get out of work on their birthday.
“I though I had told her about this but I've been working so much lately that even today being my birthday completely slipped my mind.” That reminded Hamish to talk to Arthur about pushing his some of his workload onto Dylan.
“Whit wur thae plans she hud?” Okay Hamish was more curious to know if she was taking care of Dylan, but that was beside the point.
“Having a picnic for lunch then going to that restaurant the frog works at.” Hamish suddenly had an amazing idea.
“Dylan ah huv an idea. Ah think tis time we stairt a freish tradition.” Dylan looked at him wonder. What the freak was going on? Hamish quickly explained his idea to Dylan and Dylan had to agree it was time to start a new tradition.
Four hours of preparation (and getting off the trail and out of the parking lot) had Dylan standing in front of Bel's door. He knocked, praying that Bel would open the door. Thankfully she did. Her eyes were a little red and it made him feel horribly guilty. Her own green eyes widened in surprise when she saw what Dylan was wearing, formal wear. He hated formal wear so why was he wearing it?
“Dylan what are you doing here? I thought you were spending the day with your brother.” She said slightly accusatory. Dylan flinched a bit, he deserved that.
“A change in plans. Go get dressed our reservations are in an hour.” Bel's eyes widened in surprise. How did he know when the reservations were? Her face lit up with a smile as she rushed back into her house to get ready. Having left everything out because she didn't want to look at it or even think about it. It didn't take her long to get ready, she was an expert after all, Bel rushed to Dylan who was still standing in the doorway.
“Let's go!” They made their way to his car as Bel talked excitedly about everything and anything and Dylan just listening. He helped her into his car, after closing her door he got into the driver seat.
“Mae'n ddrwg gennym (Sorry) for being a jerk this morning.” He sent her an apologetic glance. In return she sent him a grin, saying “You were a jerk, but I forgive you. You do remember who has helped you into bed when you collapsed on the couch. So I do understand how much stress you're under.” The rest of the ride was spent in comfortable silence each to their own thoughts.
It didn't take very long to get to the restaurant given it was still kind of cool out and most people were staying in doors. As they entered the building, they took in the grandeur of the place. The same thought running through their head, 'Of course frog-face would work here.'
They were taken to their seats by the snooty maitre d'. When he left them Dylan couldn't help but say, “How can he be snooty when we can actually afford to eat at this place?' Bel couldn't help but laugh quietly. She had always like Dylan's honesty.
“So what changed your mind?” She couldn't help but ask. It was really bothering her. Dylan and Hamish were usually inseperable when they were together.
“We didn't change our minds, we just decided to come up with a new tradition that's all.” Change traditions was that even really possible?
“So what's the new tradition?”
“One weekend every month we are going on a camping trip. We're going next weekend. Arthur owes me the time off anyway.” Bel thought on that, that was much better and she had some warning this time.
“That's good. I can have a girl's weekend with Inny and Lizzy.” Hamish laid in bed with Francis, happy with the new tradition. He still got time with just his brother, was able to scare Arthur and put a smile on Dylan's face and Francis' happiness when he got home definitely made it worth it. ~~~ ((Waves white flag, lieing face down in the ground)) This chapter didn't want to end but I finally managed it.
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Post by belbel on Sept 8, 2011 17:44:21 GMT -5
I just finished reading all the chapters. This story is so cute! ^^ I was literally sitting here going "Awww~" And that last chapter was especially sweet. Never imagined Belgium and Wales being a couple, but it seemed to work really well! They were so cute together… Loved the fact the fem!BTT got a quick mention. Anyway, you're welcome (about the Belgium thing, duh).
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Post by Dylan Kirkland on Sept 8, 2011 17:55:22 GMT -5
The reason I wanted to pair them is I thought they balanced nicely; Belgium with her cheerfulness and friendliness and Dylan with his extreme shyness and quiet personality. Thanks so there wasn't any bad oocness? I'm going to be ending things with 'ness' for the rest of the day now.
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Post by belbel on Sept 8, 2011 17:59:38 GMT -5
I think it was fine. I mean, it suited the mood and it wasn't like any ooc-ness was that noticable or anything. It was good.
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