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queenofdenest · 2 years

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Title: currently untitled Rating: Teen Fandom: Hetalia Characters: hws nyo!liet. hws nyo!lat. hws nyo!est. tags: human au, inspired by the room (2015), not fully tho,

Summary: "That doesn't make sense – no one borrows others just to be companions." It was like something out of an old fairy tale – or a horror novel.

(or. Viktorija and her cousin, Aija, had been minding their own business at a family get together in the park when they are kidnapped in broad daylight by a crazy man.)

A/N: ack! i'm excited (and scaredandotherweirdemotions!) so it's almost my birthday - literally tomorrow! - and i wanna show you something i'm working on. i'm actually really proud of this au, and of this little snippet! it was the first thing i showed my beta concerning this fic and they were really interested in it, hope you all will be too! it was semi-inspired by the room (2015) movie + book, as well as by several true crime podcasts and my own brain watching The Simpsons videos & theories at 3 am as i attempt to fix my sleep schedule that got ruined by my insomnia several weeks ago!

anyway, this au will be much much larger and (hopefully) be making it's way across your computer screens sometime in the next few months, but until then, please enjoy!

"It's not that bad here," is said so softly that Viktorija felt a bit bad for the girl. Not so bad that she doesn't curse her in her own thoughts, but bad enough that she nodded her head along with the words being said. The other girl had turned her back on them, eyes roaming the hall, before she spoke again, "Really, Father Zima is a kind man and his daughters are kind as well – I think you'll come to like it here, both of you."

Her eyebrows furrow and she reached forward to grab the shoulder of her cousin who seemed to want to follow the other girl as the stranger began walking down the small hallway. "Like it here?" She hissed just as softly as the other had spoke, she didn't know if there were hidden cameras around or not, but she wasn't going to risk being overheard speaking so loudly. "We've been kidnapped!"

The other girl, the one that had helped the man lure them from the park they were at, stopped and faced them. Her eyebrows were lifted in confusion and her lips were down turned, sea colored eyes boring right into Viktorija's own as she walked back towards them. "You shouldn't think of it like that," she replied, shrugging slightly as she came to a stop in front of them. "It's more like you're being borrowed."

"Borrowed?" Her chest filled with anger at the word. They weren't being borrowed; borrowed meant going home, not being held in a strange man's house with some foreign girl and his weird family. It meant other things, things that weren't kidnapping and accessory to kidnapping, and whatever else was going to happen to them!

"Father Zima'll take you back home after the girls grow up, he promised." It was said with a tinge of desperation but still Viktorija didn't care. Her and Aija had thought this girl needed help – which she probably did though more in the way of police and a therapist – and had wandered away from their family to help, only to end up shoved in a strange bearded man's trunk and knocked out somehow.

"I know it's not idea," the girl continued, seemingly ignoring the rising red flush to Viktorija's face, "but the girls need companions and that's more important than anything else."

No, what was most important was Viktorija and Aija going back home – away from crazy blondes who helped creepy men lure other children away from their families; away from what seemed like a cult or some Manson family going ons; away from trouble. Shaking her head, she spoke, "That doesn't make sense – no one borrows others just to be companions." It was like something out of an old fairy tale – or a horror novel. "And who are these girls? Who's Father Zima? Why is your dad doing this?"

The girl sighed lightly. "The girls are Father Zima's daughters, they're not the best at making friends." Her words paused and her arms crossed over her chest, "As for who they are, I was going to wait for introductions until supper but I'll tell you a bit about them as we walk."

"We're not-"

"Okay!" Aija cut in, bright blue eyes shining. "Where are we going?"

Traitor.

"Aija." Viktorija tried her best maternal voice but she fell short; her voice sounding nothing as strong as Aunt Laima's or her mothers. Instead, to her own ears, she sounded tired and scared, her voice shaking on the last syllable of her cousin's name. "What are you doing?"

"We said we'd help." The girl sounded so confused, so earnest. It was upsetting.

About to speak, Viktorija was cut off by the strange girl answering Aija's question. "The bedroom for you two," she said, brightening slightly. "Me and the girls spent all day yesterday making sure the room was very nice. Father Zima bought all brand new sheets and comforters; brand new beds and dresser set – there's even a full length mirror! It's wonderful."

It sounded like a room meant to induce Stockholm Syndrome, Viktorija thought, with all it's fun comforts and brand new shiny items, but her outraged face was ignored by both the strange girl and Aija, who had 'ooh-ed' at the idea. It made sense on why the younger girl would do so; their family wasn't at the place where they could afford brand new versions of all that, instead most of their things were hand-me-downs brought over from family that left their home countries, but it still bugged her. Gaining a fancy new bedroom was nothing in comparison to what they were losing.

"Great." Viktorija huffed out a breath as she felt her cousin begin to walk forwards, the hand that Viktorija had placed on Aija's shoulder tightened. She didn't want to let go, but Aija turned to face her and frowned.

"Trust me?"

Viktorija sighed, and she watched the blonde girl walk a distance away from them slightly. Confused eyes turned on them once the other noticed they weren't following and Viktorija felt her heart stutter. "I trust you," she said softly, "I don't trust her."

"I'm not asking you to," Aija whispered, her hands clutching together as she spoke. "I'm asking you to trust me."

It was tough – Viktorija was the eldest of the two, the more responsible. Or at least, she was supposed to be. Yet, she was the one who had basically led them into the trap set by this girl, truly thinking that the other had needed help finding her little sister. At the same time, Aija was nearly 16, and while she was naive – and overly trusting and kind and easily led – she was also really smart, a budding chess master that had already won some master leveled games.

Did that even matter though, Viktorija wondered, when they were being held by a group of crazy people?

"Are you coming?" The girl asked.

Aija gave her a look and Viktorija nodded, the word coming out of her mouth like sandpaper.

"Yes."

#hws lithuania #hws latvia #hws estonia #hetalia fanfiction #iii. story;; six sentence sunday #more the six sentences #but it is sunday #so i'm on brand for who i am

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blueskittlesart · 2 months

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i’ve started babysitting for a VERY christian family which is great because they pay me a lot of money but as someone who was raised almost completely agnostic it’s kind of insane. the 2 year old keeps asking me to read her stories from the bible. (why are we reading david and goliath to a 2 year old????) the 5 year old told me today that he was going to bring his legos to heaven with him. he also has repeatedly told me that the lego spaceships he builds are stronger than jesus. (not sure what to say to that. do i deny it??? are things allowed to be stronger than jesus??) had to stop myself mid sentence today because i almost told them im not going to heaven which would DEFINITELY have caused several meltdowns. they’re also both completely fascinated by my nose ring

#i also had to tell them no today because mom said no tv and they DESPERATELY wanted to watch a 4-dvd set of recorded sermons #religious children are terrifying. i do get sundays off tho so #personal

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sleepyyghostt · 8 months

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