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Title: white houses
Characters: the air team (katana-centric), second-gen children
Summary: a songfic reflecting on lost dreams and hopes that will never die. the big three wonder if their life could have been any better than it is now.
Warning: ambiguity and a hetalia crossover because i was a shameless fangirl.
Rating: PG-13 ; song lyrics
Author's Notes: so essentially i have this weird alter universe where the air team wage a war on each other after going to this international academy (spoilers much?) and the countries join because they're countries and when i think back on it wow this was stupid. but shipping is fun and this is strangely fantastical.
Disclaimer: hetalia is the work of hidekaz himaruya, white houses is by vanessa carlton (lyrics are italicized)
Crashed on the floor when I moved in, this little bungalow with some strange new friends.
Academy Vorelia was magnificent, with high-rise marble columns and delicately welded iron fences. It was hidden in the outskirts of New York City, somehow unseen by the normal mortals who bustled around the area. The students, of course, were magnificent in a much different definition - they were the personifications of the great nations of the world, and the six girls who had fondly called themselves the AIR Team were dropped in along as well. With much deliberation these six held the fate of the world in their hands, holding rings that gave them just about as much immortal power as the nations themselves.
Stayed up too late, and I'm too thin. We promised each other it's till the end.
The night was dry, but extremely cold, and neither one of the war leaders wanted to go to sleep. Instead, the three of them - Izuko, Reiko, and Kagami, knelt on the wooden floor, trying to pick up some of the heat that circulated through. Reiko shivered through the thin blankets, and Kagami thought that it was the right time to chide her on her choice of food, and the fact that she was so thin. Besides that, the three realized what mess they've gotten themselves into, but each one promised that they would never betray each other, whether for love, power, or lack of motivation.
Now we're spinning empty bottles it's the five of us, with pretty-eyed boys girls die to trust.
The glass pulled through the air with a whish, and all five girls held their breath as they wondered which of them would have to give up their dignity next. Izuko had dropped out of the game, too irritated with the immaturity of her friends to partake in such frivolties, but still watched the bottle spin with a glint of curiousity. The fate-decider eventually landed on an empty space between Akira and Kagami, in which the latter declares, "Alright guys! It'll be Izuko's turn! Who would you like to date, out of the many handsome guys at the Acadmy?" The dark-haired girl frowns and picks up a dart, sending it flying through the air and landing it straight into a corkboard, littered with the pictures of many blue-eyed, green-eyed, brown-eyed male classmates.
I can't resist the day, no I can't resist the day.
Akira Jennie screams out and it's no pose, 'cause when she dances, she goes and goes.
Reiko can hear Akira's shriek of delight as she slides across the dance floor in that flowing dress of hers. It seems as if the redhead had taken a bit of wicked amusement in attempting to crash into Reiko every time she drifted by, trying to make her trip into some unassuming nation's arms or spilling her coke all over herself. While the brunette tries to stop the whirlwind by stepping on her feet, Akira just won't stop. Perhaps she's out for some sweet revenge.
Beer through the nose on an inside joke, and I'm so excited I haven't spoken.
Reina watches in slight amusement as the Splendor class gathers, with Ludwig suddenly setting a pack of cans on the desk. Roderich sighs, in either annoyance or nostalgia, and a mutter of this won't end well from Berwald. Ludwig ignores the puzzled looks and the impending doom, and suddenly declares, "We've been the perfect and proper class since day one. We should celebrate - everybody grab a beer!" While some students grudingly walk up and begin chugging their irritation and tiredness away, Reina stays still, watching with surprise, unable to say anything to add to this sudden development.
But she's so pretty and she's so sure, maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her.
Ayami was the innocent and girly angel that everybody wanted to pity and hug - this annoyed Akira to no end, even if they were the best of friends. This was because next to Ayami, Akira was the loud and rambunctious one with no sense of self-control - true on some parts, but also false. Loud and rambunctious meant a sense of heroism and a lot of Faust and Freud in the future. Izuko was the beautiful ice-queen with no sense of boundaries, however this made her popular among the wrong crowd, and Reiko eventually soared above her closest friend. Perhaps it was her sense of justice, or maybe her incredible memory. Reina was the empress, the queen, and hailed everything at her fingertips, but Kagami was much more sly and clever, perhaps, just by staying out of that spotlight.
The summer's all in bloom, the summer's ending soon.
But it's alright, and it's nice not to be so alone.
"Oi, Feli," Kagami drawled, flicking pieces of erasers across the desk during a ten-minute break period, "isn't it horrible, being all lonely and stuff?" The Italian gave her a questioning look, but didn't seem to understand where she was going, "I mean, where are we going after the Academy? We're all going to be by ourselves again. Maybe growing up's a pain." Feliciano agreed with her, but mentioned that because of their immortality and their godlike status, they could have all the time in the world. "I guess so," Kagami remarked, "but I guess we'll have to be happy with the present and take it in stride. We're not alone right now, right?"
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses.
"Shh," she said as she closed the curtains and settled down next to him. The others wouldn't notice that she wasn't there - of course, because everybody's out and about in the third year. He's shaking and shivering, as if too prideful to sob, but it's all okay as she slides her hand over his and waits for the panic attack to subside. Even in the white marble perfection, there was hatred and pain. But it was just another secret, something to be buried in the books of history.
Maybe I'm a little bit over my head, I come undone at the things he said.
"Idiot!" Kagami screamed, giving the Italian in question a hard shove backwards. "Why are you always acting like this? We're going to win this damn war whether you like it or not!" Usually, Lovino's snide remarks would go right past her and not do any harm. But this time, he's crossed the line. Maybe it was just her being tired and the war finally wearing her down. "They're all right, you're just a coward. No, maybe you're just angry that I'm getting along better with your little brother?"
He's so funny in his bright red shirt, we were all in love and we all got hurt.
Izuko watched Mathias pace across the control room, even in the tension of watching Kagami and Reiko battle at Sicily, he was still trying to joke with himself - it was endearing, almost, but Izuko tried desperately to forget that human side of herself. Emil was further away, in a corner, watching the screen with an unreadable expression, and Lukas was practically suffocating her, right next to her and trying to judge her every move. There could not have been more tension in the room, Izuko thought, but she only kept quiet and tried not to fidget. Then Reiko's plane crashed into the sea and everything tumbled down.
I sneak into his car's cracked leather seat, the smell of gasoline in the summer heat.
"Don't tell Alfred!" Reiko grinned as she blasted up the music of the old car that Gilbert owned, "he'll be furious." The university parking lot was mostly deserted, everyone off visiting their parents or their boyfriends or trying to escape the heat, so Reiko found it proper to spend some time with her third-best-friend after Alfred and Izuko. It had been a while since they talked, mostly because the coffee-haired girl clung to the American, but playing video games with Gilbert was definitely a fun break. She turned the air condition to full, just in case they had begun to roast in the heat, and started the next round of Pokemon.
Boy, we're growing way too fast. It's all too sweet to last.
It's alright, and I put myself in his hands, but I hold on to your secrets in white houses.
"Feliiiiiks!" Akira shouted as she dropped her gun and ran towards the Polish general, "I've missed you! How long has it been, four years? Ah! You look so much older now, it's a shame." The redhead dove into Feliks' arms and held on tightly, knocking both of them to the ground. He was speechless, unsure of what to do now that the enemy didn't seem much like an enemy anymore, but Akira didn't care. She was reunited with her dear Feliks and to her, that's all that mattered in the world, whether they won or not.
Love, or something ignites in my veins, and I pray that it never fades, in white houses.
"I do," Ayami smiled, "I do forever, and ever, and ever." It was a pity that Matthew didn't know about the fact that Ayami wasn't so immortal anymore, but perhaps it didn't matter. Because now, she was happily married and perhaps that would put off the war for a little while longer. Perhaps now, she would gain some of that immortality back. Whoever threatened that nations never marry out of love was certainly wrong.
My first time, hard to explain. Rush of blood, and a little bit of pain.
Darn, she thought. There was no way to get out of this. But everything turned out to be okay as she dove headfirst into tragedy. All the hurt in the world could be summed up in this one moment.
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think.
"Dammit! What's he going to think of me now that I've obviously proved I don't love him anymore?"
He's my first mistake.
"You know, everything would be better if I actually loved Lukas."
"I know I love Alfred, but I can't forget about you!"
"What would Feli think? How would he feel about this?"
Maybe you were all faster than me, we gave each other up so easily.
Izuko watched quietly as all her friends began to settle down, with new rings on their fingers and most likely some strange province becoming their child. It was laughable, but then again, Izuko's own singularity was laughable as well. She was becoming desperate, almost desperate enough to take up Arthur's offer of marrying without any sort of emotional connection. Yes. She could give herself up to the next person who asked, but silently prayed that it would be somebody who she truly cared for. That day was Reiko's own wedding.
These silly little wounds will never mend, I feel so far from where I've been.
Katarina stayed silent as she watched her uncle slump onto the couch, surprisingly without a wine bottle. He was muttering something in Italian, though Katarina felt that her ears were much too untrained to understand. Before she was going to ask, "Uncle Lovino, what's wrong?" he suddenly got up and left when her mother came in, with a stack of albums that were overflowing with pictures from her own glory Academy days.
So I go, and I will not be back here again, I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses.
"My parents don't approve," Reina whispered, giving the small child to Jia Long, "I can't call her my daughter. No, I can't call him my husband. Please, Jia Long, pretend for me? It'll be the greatest favor you can ever do. I'll be forever indebted." The Chinese man nodded and turned away, walking into the distance. The only thing Reina last remembers of Japan is the bright lights and the disapproving frown of her parents before she runs away, away from the Mafia, to Europe. To a new life.
I lied, put my injuries all in the dust, in my heart it's the five of us, in white houses.
"Rikki," Izuko muttered as she stared at the blue eyed, dark haired child. "Doesn't that sound familiar?" Reiko grinned, smiling at her so-called daughter, "Frederikka, then. It's a nice name, I'm glad we decided to do this." The two had promised that they would name each other's children, to rid them of sentimentalites and mostly to get back at each other for all the craziness that's happened. "I know what I'm going to name yours - Ilsa. It's such a pretty name!" Izuko only looked taken aback, a little hesitant, a little disappointed, a little nostalgic. Maybe a little regretful.
And you, maybe you'll remember me, what I gave you is yours to keep, in white houses.
"Ilsa," Mathias calls, "perhaps you want to meet your parents?" The blond girl stepped out from the hallway, warily eyeing the dark-haired woman and the blue-eyed man who her dear bror calls her parents. Perhaps what's even more unsettling is the way her so-called mother looks at bror, as if she's really wanting to tell him something but knows she'll never be able to, or at least, it'll never get through to him. So Ilsa sits next to bror and lets him ruffle her hair, wondering how she'll repair this relationship with strangers she's just met but are supposed to be so important to her.
In white houses.
Graduation was today, and Kagami's shaking as she turns to admire what has been her home for the past years, this arching marble and beautiful white staircase. It'll be a pity, Kagami thinks, to leave. She doesn't know the future, she won't know what to do with all these relationships and connections she's made - it'll be too bad if she would have to sever them all. But there's been great times and there's been terrible times and Kagami can't help but to smile and try to face this daunting road.
In white houses.
Characters: the air team (katana-centric), second-gen children
Summary: a songfic reflecting on lost dreams and hopes that will never die. the big three wonder if their life could have been any better than it is now.
Warning: ambiguity and a hetalia crossover because i was a shameless fangirl.
Rating: PG-13 ; song lyrics
Author's Notes: so essentially i have this weird alter universe where the air team wage a war on each other after going to this international academy (spoilers much?) and the countries join because they're countries and when i think back on it wow this was stupid. but shipping is fun and this is strangely fantastical.
Disclaimer: hetalia is the work of hidekaz himaruya, white houses is by vanessa carlton (lyrics are italicized)
Crashed on the floor when I moved in, this little bungalow with some strange new friends.
Academy Vorelia was magnificent, with high-rise marble columns and delicately welded iron fences. It was hidden in the outskirts of New York City, somehow unseen by the normal mortals who bustled around the area. The students, of course, were magnificent in a much different definition - they were the personifications of the great nations of the world, and the six girls who had fondly called themselves the AIR Team were dropped in along as well. With much deliberation these six held the fate of the world in their hands, holding rings that gave them just about as much immortal power as the nations themselves.
Stayed up too late, and I'm too thin. We promised each other it's till the end.
The night was dry, but extremely cold, and neither one of the war leaders wanted to go to sleep. Instead, the three of them - Izuko, Reiko, and Kagami, knelt on the wooden floor, trying to pick up some of the heat that circulated through. Reiko shivered through the thin blankets, and Kagami thought that it was the right time to chide her on her choice of food, and the fact that she was so thin. Besides that, the three realized what mess they've gotten themselves into, but each one promised that they would never betray each other, whether for love, power, or lack of motivation.
Now we're spinning empty bottles it's the five of us, with pretty-eyed boys girls die to trust.
The glass pulled through the air with a whish, and all five girls held their breath as they wondered which of them would have to give up their dignity next. Izuko had dropped out of the game, too irritated with the immaturity of her friends to partake in such frivolties, but still watched the bottle spin with a glint of curiousity. The fate-decider eventually landed on an empty space between Akira and Kagami, in which the latter declares, "Alright guys! It'll be Izuko's turn! Who would you like to date, out of the many handsome guys at the Acadmy?" The dark-haired girl frowns and picks up a dart, sending it flying through the air and landing it straight into a corkboard, littered with the pictures of many blue-eyed, green-eyed, brown-eyed male classmates.
I can't resist the day, no I can't resist the day.
Reiko can hear Akira's shriek of delight as she slides across the dance floor in that flowing dress of hers. It seems as if the redhead had taken a bit of wicked amusement in attempting to crash into Reiko every time she drifted by, trying to make her trip into some unassuming nation's arms or spilling her coke all over herself. While the brunette tries to stop the whirlwind by stepping on her feet, Akira just won't stop. Perhaps she's out for some sweet revenge.
Beer through the nose on an inside joke, and I'm so excited I haven't spoken.
Reina watches in slight amusement as the Splendor class gathers, with Ludwig suddenly setting a pack of cans on the desk. Roderich sighs, in either annoyance or nostalgia, and a mutter of this won't end well from Berwald. Ludwig ignores the puzzled looks and the impending doom, and suddenly declares, "We've been the perfect and proper class since day one. We should celebrate - everybody grab a beer!" While some students grudingly walk up and begin chugging their irritation and tiredness away, Reina stays still, watching with surprise, unable to say anything to add to this sudden development.
But she's so pretty and she's so sure, maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her.
Ayami was the innocent and girly angel that everybody wanted to pity and hug - this annoyed Akira to no end, even if they were the best of friends. This was because next to Ayami, Akira was the loud and rambunctious one with no sense of self-control - true on some parts, but also false. Loud and rambunctious meant a sense of heroism and a lot of Faust and Freud in the future. Izuko was the beautiful ice-queen with no sense of boundaries, however this made her popular among the wrong crowd, and Reiko eventually soared above her closest friend. Perhaps it was her sense of justice, or maybe her incredible memory. Reina was the empress, the queen, and hailed everything at her fingertips, but Kagami was much more sly and clever, perhaps, just by staying out of that spotlight.
The summer's all in bloom, the summer's ending soon.
But it's alright, and it's nice not to be so alone.
"Oi, Feli," Kagami drawled, flicking pieces of erasers across the desk during a ten-minute break period, "isn't it horrible, being all lonely and stuff?" The Italian gave her a questioning look, but didn't seem to understand where she was going, "I mean, where are we going after the Academy? We're all going to be by ourselves again. Maybe growing up's a pain." Feliciano agreed with her, but mentioned that because of their immortality and their godlike status, they could have all the time in the world. "I guess so," Kagami remarked, "but I guess we'll have to be happy with the present and take it in stride. We're not alone right now, right?"
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses.
"Shh," she said as she closed the curtains and settled down next to him. The others wouldn't notice that she wasn't there - of course, because everybody's out and about in the third year. He's shaking and shivering, as if too prideful to sob, but it's all okay as she slides her hand over his and waits for the panic attack to subside. Even in the white marble perfection, there was hatred and pain. But it was just another secret, something to be buried in the books of history.
Maybe I'm a little bit over my head, I come undone at the things he said.
"Idiot!" Kagami screamed, giving the Italian in question a hard shove backwards. "Why are you always acting like this? We're going to win this damn war whether you like it or not!" Usually, Lovino's snide remarks would go right past her and not do any harm. But this time, he's crossed the line. Maybe it was just her being tired and the war finally wearing her down. "They're all right, you're just a coward. No, maybe you're just angry that I'm getting along better with your little brother?"
He's so funny in his bright red shirt, we were all in love and we all got hurt.
Izuko watched Mathias pace across the control room, even in the tension of watching Kagami and Reiko battle at Sicily, he was still trying to joke with himself - it was endearing, almost, but Izuko tried desperately to forget that human side of herself. Emil was further away, in a corner, watching the screen with an unreadable expression, and Lukas was practically suffocating her, right next to her and trying to judge her every move. There could not have been more tension in the room, Izuko thought, but she only kept quiet and tried not to fidget. Then Reiko's plane crashed into the sea and everything tumbled down.
I sneak into his car's cracked leather seat, the smell of gasoline in the summer heat.
"Don't tell Alfred!" Reiko grinned as she blasted up the music of the old car that Gilbert owned, "he'll be furious." The university parking lot was mostly deserted, everyone off visiting their parents or their boyfriends or trying to escape the heat, so Reiko found it proper to spend some time with her third-best-friend after Alfred and Izuko. It had been a while since they talked, mostly because the coffee-haired girl clung to the American, but playing video games with Gilbert was definitely a fun break. She turned the air condition to full, just in case they had begun to roast in the heat, and started the next round of Pokemon.
Boy, we're growing way too fast. It's all too sweet to last.
It's alright, and I put myself in his hands, but I hold on to your secrets in white houses.
"Feliiiiiks!" Akira shouted as she dropped her gun and ran towards the Polish general, "I've missed you! How long has it been, four years? Ah! You look so much older now, it's a shame." The redhead dove into Feliks' arms and held on tightly, knocking both of them to the ground. He was speechless, unsure of what to do now that the enemy didn't seem much like an enemy anymore, but Akira didn't care. She was reunited with her dear Feliks and to her, that's all that mattered in the world, whether they won or not.
Love, or something ignites in my veins, and I pray that it never fades, in white houses.
"I do," Ayami smiled, "I do forever, and ever, and ever." It was a pity that Matthew didn't know about the fact that Ayami wasn't so immortal anymore, but perhaps it didn't matter. Because now, she was happily married and perhaps that would put off the war for a little while longer. Perhaps now, she would gain some of that immortality back. Whoever threatened that nations never marry out of love was certainly wrong.
My first time, hard to explain. Rush of blood, and a little bit of pain.
Darn, she thought. There was no way to get out of this. But everything turned out to be okay as she dove headfirst into tragedy. All the hurt in the world could be summed up in this one moment.
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think.
"Dammit! What's he going to think of me now that I've obviously proved I don't love him anymore?"
He's my first mistake.
"You know, everything would be better if I actually loved Lukas."
"I know I love Alfred, but I can't forget about you!"
"What would Feli think? How would he feel about this?"
Maybe you were all faster than me, we gave each other up so easily.
Izuko watched quietly as all her friends began to settle down, with new rings on their fingers and most likely some strange province becoming their child. It was laughable, but then again, Izuko's own singularity was laughable as well. She was becoming desperate, almost desperate enough to take up Arthur's offer of marrying without any sort of emotional connection. Yes. She could give herself up to the next person who asked, but silently prayed that it would be somebody who she truly cared for. That day was Reiko's own wedding.
These silly little wounds will never mend, I feel so far from where I've been.
Katarina stayed silent as she watched her uncle slump onto the couch, surprisingly without a wine bottle. He was muttering something in Italian, though Katarina felt that her ears were much too untrained to understand. Before she was going to ask, "Uncle Lovino, what's wrong?" he suddenly got up and left when her mother came in, with a stack of albums that were overflowing with pictures from her own glory Academy days.
So I go, and I will not be back here again, I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses.
"My parents don't approve," Reina whispered, giving the small child to Jia Long, "I can't call her my daughter. No, I can't call him my husband. Please, Jia Long, pretend for me? It'll be the greatest favor you can ever do. I'll be forever indebted." The Chinese man nodded and turned away, walking into the distance. The only thing Reina last remembers of Japan is the bright lights and the disapproving frown of her parents before she runs away, away from the Mafia, to Europe. To a new life.
I lied, put my injuries all in the dust, in my heart it's the five of us, in white houses.
"Rikki," Izuko muttered as she stared at the blue eyed, dark haired child. "Doesn't that sound familiar?" Reiko grinned, smiling at her so-called daughter, "Frederikka, then. It's a nice name, I'm glad we decided to do this." The two had promised that they would name each other's children, to rid them of sentimentalites and mostly to get back at each other for all the craziness that's happened. "I know what I'm going to name yours - Ilsa. It's such a pretty name!" Izuko only looked taken aback, a little hesitant, a little disappointed, a little nostalgic. Maybe a little regretful.
And you, maybe you'll remember me, what I gave you is yours to keep, in white houses.
"Ilsa," Mathias calls, "perhaps you want to meet your parents?" The blond girl stepped out from the hallway, warily eyeing the dark-haired woman and the blue-eyed man who her dear bror calls her parents. Perhaps what's even more unsettling is the way her so-called mother looks at bror, as if she's really wanting to tell him something but knows she'll never be able to, or at least, it'll never get through to him. So Ilsa sits next to bror and lets him ruffle her hair, wondering how she'll repair this relationship with strangers she's just met but are supposed to be so important to her.
In white houses.
Graduation was today, and Kagami's shaking as she turns to admire what has been her home for the past years, this arching marble and beautiful white staircase. It'll be a pity, Kagami thinks, to leave. She doesn't know the future, she won't know what to do with all these relationships and connections she's made - it'll be too bad if she would have to sever them all. But there's been great times and there's been terrible times and Kagami can't help but to smile and try to face this daunting road.
In white houses.
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