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[fanfic]Mother Nature's Twins 2/?
Title: Mother Nature's Twins
Author: moi.
Character(s)/ Pairing(s): America and Canada centric, eventual all nations.
Warning(s): Angry Chinese people.
Summary: Alfred and Matt go out to a restaurant and put two and two together to make four.
All Chapters of this story are first updated on my fan fiction account: www.fanfiction.net/s/5657250/1/Mother_Natures_Twins
Also, I'm making a FST for this story because it's one of my biggest ever. Anyone interested?
The sky darkened as Pangaea ran into the forest for shelter. Faster and faster she ran until she slipped and fell into the muddy earth below her feet, soling her once pure white tunic. Scrambling to find her balance, she quickly hid beneath the leaves of a tall oak tree and shivered.
Where was mother? Usually during storms she would shift into the form of a great Tiger or Forest Lion to keep her warm and dry, and remind her that the passing storm was just the tears of the many fallen titans.
But she was nowhere to be found.
Pangaea had cried out for her mother at the first rumble of thunder over the distant shore. She had asked the trees, the flowers, the animals, anyone who could help her find her mother. The rain beat down on the ground in a fast rhythm and forced all the creatures into their homes.
For the first time ever, Pangaea was, and felt, all alone. As the storm beat down on the huge, thick tree leaves, silent tears streaked down her face. Her mother was gone, and there was no one for her.
Time went on.
The once young girl aged into an even prettier young woman. He features were all filled out, and she was perfect as perfect could be. She was, as they say, what image the humans were created out of.
Eventually Pangaea began to get along all on her own, turning away from the creatures her mother had created for her. (Her playmates, mother had said one day.) One lonely day on the shore by the sea, Pangaea looked up into the sky for a moment, and suddenly began to cry.
“Oh mother, why would you leave and not tell me? What have I done to hurt you? Have I betrayed you? Harmed the glorious planet that you created?” No answer. She began to sob harder until she crumpled to her knees on the sand of the beach. The wind whipped and howled as somewhere in the distance, Mother Earth wept with her daughter.
The sun began to fade into the ground as Pangaea lay in on the ground when a figure approached her from behind.
“E-excuse me, young lady? Is something wrong?” Pangaea sat up in the grass and looked towards the creature. It was a male, and he was beautiful. His hair was the color of the snow out in the mountains, and his eyes were the lightest shade of blue that Pangaea had ever seen in her years.
“Hm? Yes, I am fine. It is just…I long for my mother. She left me so many years ago without a warning and it’s just…I miss her.” The man knelt down beside her, and placed a kind hand on her shoulder.
“A pretty young thing such as you shouldn’t be crying. I mean, you’re beautiful. Honestly, your mother doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
“Do you believe so?”
“Yes, very much. Ah, I’m sorry, I never introduced myself. My name is Ouranos. I am…how should I put this…the sky itself. I represent all that the sky is and ever will be. Is that strange?” He asked, looking at the girl with caution.
“No, for I am Pangaea, than land that which we are sitting on. My mother was Earth herself.” Ouranos was taken aback by this comment for a moment. Then he smiled. It was like the sun had rose in her heart for the first time in many years.
More time lapsed, even though neither seemed to age more than a few days or weeks no matter how the years dragged on. Eventually these weird creatures began to emerge from the sea, and they made themselves right at home on the land, without even asking.
How rude.
But Pangaea was so much in love with Ouranos that she didn’t really seem to care at first. The day was clear and calm by the sea where the two had first met, soaking in each other’s company and discussing the human’s role in the new world now that the fearsome beasts had all died out. They sat idly hand in hand as the waves lapped up on the beach. Silently, he turned to place a kiss on her cheek and then asked
her “Would you like to come live in the sky with me?”
Well what was she supposed to say? No?
And so it was that they were together for the rest of their days, living in the castle made of clouds that he had built for her, “Nothing less for the queen of my heart.” How sweet.
And for years on end, there was harmony between the Earth and Sky.
----------
Matt stood in the doorway of Alfred’s kitchen, soaked.
“I hate rain.” Matt said, handing Alfred his two bags and placing Kumajirou on the floor. The bear shook the water out of its fur and looked up at Matt.
“Who are you?”
Matt sighed. “I’m Canada. You know, the guy that feeds you?”
“No.” He said in response and trotted off to go find Tony. They had catching up to do, and by catching up, I mean playing Super Mario Brothers on the Wii.
“Alright Mattie, your bags are in the guest room, let’s get down to business. Where’s the necklace?” Alfred said clapping his hand together, even though he had the book in one hand. Matthew silently moved the necklace from behind his shirt and into the light. It was like the ring, only more flat like a washer without the hole in the middle and it was smaller.
They sat at the kitchen table, Matt leaning over a stack of newspapers so his twin could see the metal piece around his neck. Alfred peered down at the small piece and read the scribbles, quickly translating them into words he could understand.
The moon cannot shine without the sun.
“What do you think it means?” Alfred said, handing the paper to Matt. Matt moved his head to one side and shrugged.
“Dunno. All I understand is that you’re somehow the sun and I’m somehow the moon.”
“Whaddya mean by that?”
“Well, think about it. You had the ring with the saying about the sun.” Matt made a gesture to the ring on Alfred’s pinky. “I had the necklace with the saying about the moon. I think it just means we’re polar opposites. “Matt said, leaning back in his chair, relaxing a bit.
“I can see that, but where did these things come from? I never remember having the ring when I was a colony.” Alfred asked, quite puzzled.
“Same here. But do you know who would?”
The thunder rumbled outside as both boys scrambled to their cell phones.
“Hello, Arthur?”
“Allo, Francis?”
--------
A half hour later, Alfred closed his phone with a sigh and placed his hands on his head. Sometimes Arthur was just a headache. He had nothing. Arthur didn’t remember the ring, but was furious about the book (“You return that book right now! It’s much older than you’d think!” “Make me old man!”)
Matt was still on the phone with Francis talking in a fast French tongue.
“S'il vous plaît, appelez-moi de retour avec toute information que vous trouverez mai. Merci, bonne journée!”
“What was that about?” Alfred asked, confused. He never did pay attention during his French lessons all those years ago.
Matt sighed. “He says I was wearing the necklace when he found me. Apparently, I was very protective of it. When I first learned to speak he would ask me all the time where I got it and I would just smile and laugh.”
“Strange.”
“Very. He says that after awhile I just took it off one day and never put it back on. When he left me to England he left it wrapped up in the clothes I brought with me and let England know about it.”
“Why would you just take it off one day?”
“No idea.” Once again, Matt sighed. “What time is it?” Alfred glanced towards the clock.
“About five. Why?”
“I’m starving, want to go out for Chinese?” Matt asked with a smile.
“Hell yeah I want Chinese!” Alfred said, lighting up.
They grabbed their coats and an old umbrella and left (but not before asking Tony and Kuma what they wanted. The usual for both of them.) The rain had lightened up, but it was still heavy enough to soak someone clean through to the bone. The night was illuminated by the street lights and many buildings along the way as they walked along the oddly barren streets. A single car disrupted the peace of the night by splashing by the boys as they turned into the restaurant.
It was quiet here too, no one else was there but the workers and the two boys who had just walked in. “Table for two please.” Matt said politely to the young Chinese waitress.
She looked up from her post and stared the two of them down. “Follow me.” Sluggishly, she moved, carrying two sets of menus and table settings. The boys sat down in the booth. Alfred immediately picked up his menu and began to peruse the menu.
“You’re getting the usual?” Matt asked, absentmindedly playing with a straw and its wrapper.
“I guess. And you?”
“Same.”
There was silence. Both boys looked out the window.
“You know, there hasn’t been any…action lately. I want something great to happen like…like…” Alfred said after a moment.
“An alien invasion? What, is a recession just getting cleared up and political corruptness on the rise, life not fun for you?” Matt said with a grin. His twin leaned over and punched him in the arm playfully. They shared a laugh as the waitress came over to take their orders. The waitress walked away groaning and muttered something under her breath in Chinese. She then called into the kitchen “Mama! We’ve got a huge order! It’s the fat American again!”
The door slammed shut behind her. Alfred then threw his spoon at the door.
“I’M NOT FAT!”
“That’s right; you’re fluffy.” Matt said as he continued to look out the window. Another punch in the arm.
“What has this arm done to you?” Matt asked with a small laugh. Alfred cracked a smile and went back to the window. The streets were still empty. Very odd; at five usually there was a huge traffic jam of busy workers waiting to get home.
After the food had been brought over warm and hot and the boys began to chow down, the host turned on the flat screen over behind Alfred and began to play the news. Most of it was just the usual stuff, things about Obama’s plan to bring the troops home finally starting, which celebrity was pregnant, cute stories of a child who saved a cat from a tree. It wasn’t until that one story came on that Matt’s interest was piqued.
“Thanks Tom. In other news, we have story of a total solar eclipse that will be visible in parts of the U.S. and Canada on May 20th!” Matt looked up at the screen and sucked in his noodles.
“That’s right Kim! It will be the first solar eclipse visible here in the U.S. for a while. How exciting!”
“Alfred, look!” Matt said nudging his brother. Alfred turned to watch the T.V.
“What, it’s just a stupid eclipse. I’ve seen a bunch. What’s so big about it?” Alfred bit into his chicken.
“Think about it: We just happen to find these things before the eclipse? Maybe it means something!” Matt said, almost yelling (Which was still nothing more than a low whisper to Alfred.).
“Huh, you think so?”
“Possibly.”
“Well what happens on the day of the eclipse? What do we do? Have you stand in front of me and let there be a shadow on something?”
“Shut up. I don’t think this is fate.” Alfred gave a small laugh.
“You worry too much Matt.”
-------------
The plot thickens.
Allo, Francis? – Hello, Francis?
S'il vous plaît, appelez-moi de retour avec toute information que vous trouverez mai. Merci, bonne journée!” – Thank you, please call me back when if you get any more information. Thank you, good day!
Author: moi.
Character(s)/ Pairing(s): America and Canada centric, eventual all nations.
Warning(s): Angry Chinese people.
Summary: Alfred and Matt go out to a restaurant and put two and two together to make four.
All Chapters of this story are first updated on my fan fiction account: www.fanfiction.net/s/5657250/1/Mother_Natures_Twins
Also, I'm making a FST for this story because it's one of my biggest ever. Anyone interested?
The sky darkened as Pangaea ran into the forest for shelter. Faster and faster she ran until she slipped and fell into the muddy earth below her feet, soling her once pure white tunic. Scrambling to find her balance, she quickly hid beneath the leaves of a tall oak tree and shivered.
Where was mother? Usually during storms she would shift into the form of a great Tiger or Forest Lion to keep her warm and dry, and remind her that the passing storm was just the tears of the many fallen titans.
But she was nowhere to be found.
Pangaea had cried out for her mother at the first rumble of thunder over the distant shore. She had asked the trees, the flowers, the animals, anyone who could help her find her mother. The rain beat down on the ground in a fast rhythm and forced all the creatures into their homes.
For the first time ever, Pangaea was, and felt, all alone. As the storm beat down on the huge, thick tree leaves, silent tears streaked down her face. Her mother was gone, and there was no one for her.
Time went on.
The once young girl aged into an even prettier young woman. He features were all filled out, and she was perfect as perfect could be. She was, as they say, what image the humans were created out of.
Eventually Pangaea began to get along all on her own, turning away from the creatures her mother had created for her. (Her playmates, mother had said one day.) One lonely day on the shore by the sea, Pangaea looked up into the sky for a moment, and suddenly began to cry.
“Oh mother, why would you leave and not tell me? What have I done to hurt you? Have I betrayed you? Harmed the glorious planet that you created?” No answer. She began to sob harder until she crumpled to her knees on the sand of the beach. The wind whipped and howled as somewhere in the distance, Mother Earth wept with her daughter.
The sun began to fade into the ground as Pangaea lay in on the ground when a figure approached her from behind.
“E-excuse me, young lady? Is something wrong?” Pangaea sat up in the grass and looked towards the creature. It was a male, and he was beautiful. His hair was the color of the snow out in the mountains, and his eyes were the lightest shade of blue that Pangaea had ever seen in her years.
“Hm? Yes, I am fine. It is just…I long for my mother. She left me so many years ago without a warning and it’s just…I miss her.” The man knelt down beside her, and placed a kind hand on her shoulder.
“A pretty young thing such as you shouldn’t be crying. I mean, you’re beautiful. Honestly, your mother doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
“Do you believe so?”
“Yes, very much. Ah, I’m sorry, I never introduced myself. My name is Ouranos. I am…how should I put this…the sky itself. I represent all that the sky is and ever will be. Is that strange?” He asked, looking at the girl with caution.
“No, for I am Pangaea, than land that which we are sitting on. My mother was Earth herself.” Ouranos was taken aback by this comment for a moment. Then he smiled. It was like the sun had rose in her heart for the first time in many years.
More time lapsed, even though neither seemed to age more than a few days or weeks no matter how the years dragged on. Eventually these weird creatures began to emerge from the sea, and they made themselves right at home on the land, without even asking.
How rude.
But Pangaea was so much in love with Ouranos that she didn’t really seem to care at first. The day was clear and calm by the sea where the two had first met, soaking in each other’s company and discussing the human’s role in the new world now that the fearsome beasts had all died out. They sat idly hand in hand as the waves lapped up on the beach. Silently, he turned to place a kiss on her cheek and then asked
her “Would you like to come live in the sky with me?”
Well what was she supposed to say? No?
And so it was that they were together for the rest of their days, living in the castle made of clouds that he had built for her, “Nothing less for the queen of my heart.” How sweet.
And for years on end, there was harmony between the Earth and Sky.
----------
Matt stood in the doorway of Alfred’s kitchen, soaked.
“I hate rain.” Matt said, handing Alfred his two bags and placing Kumajirou on the floor. The bear shook the water out of its fur and looked up at Matt.
“Who are you?”
Matt sighed. “I’m Canada. You know, the guy that feeds you?”
“No.” He said in response and trotted off to go find Tony. They had catching up to do, and by catching up, I mean playing Super Mario Brothers on the Wii.
“Alright Mattie, your bags are in the guest room, let’s get down to business. Where’s the necklace?” Alfred said clapping his hand together, even though he had the book in one hand. Matthew silently moved the necklace from behind his shirt and into the light. It was like the ring, only more flat like a washer without the hole in the middle and it was smaller.
They sat at the kitchen table, Matt leaning over a stack of newspapers so his twin could see the metal piece around his neck. Alfred peered down at the small piece and read the scribbles, quickly translating them into words he could understand.
The moon cannot shine without the sun.
“What do you think it means?” Alfred said, handing the paper to Matt. Matt moved his head to one side and shrugged.
“Dunno. All I understand is that you’re somehow the sun and I’m somehow the moon.”
“Whaddya mean by that?”
“Well, think about it. You had the ring with the saying about the sun.” Matt made a gesture to the ring on Alfred’s pinky. “I had the necklace with the saying about the moon. I think it just means we’re polar opposites. “Matt said, leaning back in his chair, relaxing a bit.
“I can see that, but where did these things come from? I never remember having the ring when I was a colony.” Alfred asked, quite puzzled.
“Same here. But do you know who would?”
The thunder rumbled outside as both boys scrambled to their cell phones.
“Hello, Arthur?”
“Allo, Francis?”
--------
A half hour later, Alfred closed his phone with a sigh and placed his hands on his head. Sometimes Arthur was just a headache. He had nothing. Arthur didn’t remember the ring, but was furious about the book (“You return that book right now! It’s much older than you’d think!” “Make me old man!”)
Matt was still on the phone with Francis talking in a fast French tongue.
“S'il vous plaît, appelez-moi de retour avec toute information que vous trouverez mai. Merci, bonne journée!”
“What was that about?” Alfred asked, confused. He never did pay attention during his French lessons all those years ago.
Matt sighed. “He says I was wearing the necklace when he found me. Apparently, I was very protective of it. When I first learned to speak he would ask me all the time where I got it and I would just smile and laugh.”
“Strange.”
“Very. He says that after awhile I just took it off one day and never put it back on. When he left me to England he left it wrapped up in the clothes I brought with me and let England know about it.”
“Why would you just take it off one day?”
“No idea.” Once again, Matt sighed. “What time is it?” Alfred glanced towards the clock.
“About five. Why?”
“I’m starving, want to go out for Chinese?” Matt asked with a smile.
“Hell yeah I want Chinese!” Alfred said, lighting up.
They grabbed their coats and an old umbrella and left (but not before asking Tony and Kuma what they wanted. The usual for both of them.) The rain had lightened up, but it was still heavy enough to soak someone clean through to the bone. The night was illuminated by the street lights and many buildings along the way as they walked along the oddly barren streets. A single car disrupted the peace of the night by splashing by the boys as they turned into the restaurant.
It was quiet here too, no one else was there but the workers and the two boys who had just walked in. “Table for two please.” Matt said politely to the young Chinese waitress.
She looked up from her post and stared the two of them down. “Follow me.” Sluggishly, she moved, carrying two sets of menus and table settings. The boys sat down in the booth. Alfred immediately picked up his menu and began to peruse the menu.
“You’re getting the usual?” Matt asked, absentmindedly playing with a straw and its wrapper.
“I guess. And you?”
“Same.”
There was silence. Both boys looked out the window.
“You know, there hasn’t been any…action lately. I want something great to happen like…like…” Alfred said after a moment.
“An alien invasion? What, is a recession just getting cleared up and political corruptness on the rise, life not fun for you?” Matt said with a grin. His twin leaned over and punched him in the arm playfully. They shared a laugh as the waitress came over to take their orders. The waitress walked away groaning and muttered something under her breath in Chinese. She then called into the kitchen “Mama! We’ve got a huge order! It’s the fat American again!”
The door slammed shut behind her. Alfred then threw his spoon at the door.
“I’M NOT FAT!”
“That’s right; you’re fluffy.” Matt said as he continued to look out the window. Another punch in the arm.
“What has this arm done to you?” Matt asked with a small laugh. Alfred cracked a smile and went back to the window. The streets were still empty. Very odd; at five usually there was a huge traffic jam of busy workers waiting to get home.
After the food had been brought over warm and hot and the boys began to chow down, the host turned on the flat screen over behind Alfred and began to play the news. Most of it was just the usual stuff, things about Obama’s plan to bring the troops home finally starting, which celebrity was pregnant, cute stories of a child who saved a cat from a tree. It wasn’t until that one story came on that Matt’s interest was piqued.
“Thanks Tom. In other news, we have story of a total solar eclipse that will be visible in parts of the U.S. and Canada on May 20th!” Matt looked up at the screen and sucked in his noodles.
“That’s right Kim! It will be the first solar eclipse visible here in the U.S. for a while. How exciting!”
“Alfred, look!” Matt said nudging his brother. Alfred turned to watch the T.V.
“What, it’s just a stupid eclipse. I’ve seen a bunch. What’s so big about it?” Alfred bit into his chicken.
“Think about it: We just happen to find these things before the eclipse? Maybe it means something!” Matt said, almost yelling (Which was still nothing more than a low whisper to Alfred.).
“Huh, you think so?”
“Possibly.”
“Well what happens on the day of the eclipse? What do we do? Have you stand in front of me and let there be a shadow on something?”
“Shut up. I don’t think this is fate.” Alfred gave a small laugh.
“You worry too much Matt.”
-------------
The plot thickens.
Allo, Francis? – Hello, Francis?
S'il vous plaît, appelez-moi de retour avec toute information que vous trouverez mai. Merci, bonne journée!” – Thank you, please call me back when if you get any more information. Thank you, good day!