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[Fanfic] A Brief History of Alfred and Yao (5/6)
Title: A Brief History of Alfred and Yao
Rating: PG13
Characters: Alfred/America, Yao/China
Warnings: Suggestions of Violence and Historically sensitive material
I do not own Hetalia. All Characters are the property of Hidekaz Himaruya
Chap 4 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10600455.html
Chap 3 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10319662.html
Chap 2 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10249147.html
Chap 1 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10194706.html
The hot shower relaxed Alfred, and restored a state of ease. He sighed as he stepped from the shower and toweled off. He wrapped the towel around his waist, and ambled to his bedroom. When he emerged from his bedroom the young nation was dressed for a night in with blue cotton pajama bottoms and a blue superman t-shirt. After distracting himself for an hour with his X-box, Alfred found himself yawning. He turned off the system and prepared to call it a night. The young nation brushed and rinsed his mouth, checking that his smile was perfect in the mirror. Finally he returned to his bed room. He shuffled toward the bed and pulled off his T-shirt when he noticed something glinting on his dresser. He moved to examine it closer and realized it was his dog tags. He held them up and they clinked together softly. The sound echoed through his heart bringing to mind dark humid nights, the smell of napalm and the drone of bomber plans.
*********** Saigon 1968***********
Alfred carefully wound the small band of electrical tape around his dog tags. It surprised him how life in the camp made a soldier so aware of small details and so used to simple repetitive tasks. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and tried to shake off the slight hangover that was keeping him awake. He let the two small ovals of metal thump down onto his chest and laid down. With a weary sigh, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. The breathing of the others in the tent and the cicadas chirping were the only sounds. He wondered how much longer the war would last. It seemed as if his life since entering the Second World War had been one bloody conflict after another. How much longer would he have to fight in this tropical land so far from home? How much longer could they continue fighting and dying? Was it a week or a day or an hour they had left. Just as Alfred began to drift off a far off staccato of gun fire broke through the air. Almost immediately Alfred jumped up and grabbed his gun. He pulled on his helmet and fastened it as he ran outside.
“I heard shots what happened?” Alfred asked.
The guard was a young private named Anthony and he busily peered through his binoculars.
“It’s the Viet Cong! They’re on the move. It looks like they are moving in for an ambush,” Anthony replied.
“But there was supposed to be a truce for the holiday,” Alfred argued.
Anthony did not reply, but instead handed the binoculars to Alfred and rushed off to inform the General. A handful of other soldiers who had heard the shots were now peering out of their tents curiously. Before they could reach the sergeant, more shots rang out. Out of the still night gunfire erupted over the camp. Then the alarm was sounded, and the sergeants’ voice boomed over the intercom.
“The enemy is attempting an ambush. All units to positions,”
Immediately the camp burst into a flurry of activity as the soldiers awoke and rushed to take up defensive positions. Other privates who had been on guard rushed to Alfred’s side. They returned fire and were answered with another round of shots. It was then that the heavy artillery was in place. The five big guns lit up as they rapidly fired into the forest. With the machine guns pinning down the attackers, Alfred felt braver.
“Let’s take the fight to them,” He yelled.
He and eight other men surged into the forest and quickly swept the area with bullets. It was at this point certain figures fled into the darkness of the trees. Alfred noticed a figure dart from a tree nearby and he chased it. Minutes later he found himself in a small clearing. It was then that the figure stopped and turned. The clouds parted for a moment and the light of the crescent moon beamed down on the man Alfred had been chasing.
“Yao!” Alfred gasped. The Chinese man approached, but Alfred leveled his gun at his former ally.
“Would you really shoot me Alfred?” Yao smirked.
“You were leading an attack on my unit. You really think I won’t shoot?” Alfred answered.
“You and Ivan have turned the world into your own personal chess game. We are no longer allies to you, just pawns. I won’t stand by and let you two turn the world into ash,” Yao seethed.
“So you abandon me!” Alfred yelled.
“I did what I had to. Countless lives have been lost and so much blood has been shed. If siding with Ivan will bring peace to my land and help me secure the future, then that is what I must do.”
“Then you’re my enemy,” Alfred concluded.
“You were always so hasty and so eager to become stronger. Did it bring you peace? Did it bring you happiness? How much longer can you fight bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders? How much more blood will you shed for the sake of your feud with Ivan? How long before you become just like him?”
Alfred felt himself begin to shake. He tried to block out the pain of the words, but they seemed to cut through his heart. He sank to the ground in defeat as Yao turned and walked away. Alfred watched Yao fade into the jungle. His fear, fury and frustration kept him on his knees. Minutes or hours later he was able to think again. He stood. Dazed and bitter, the young American was left to find his way back through the dark jungle.
************************************
Alfred placed his dog tag back on the counter as if it were burning. He turned out the light and sat down on the bed. He wasn’t quite sure when he stopped crying and nodded off, but eventually the young nation drifted off to sleep.
To Be Continued
This Chapter deals with the Vietnam War, which lasted from 1955-1975. Specifically the event mentioned is the Tet offensive. The National Vietnamese Army and the Viet Cong launched an attacked on one hundred Vietnamese Cities on the Lunar New Year Holiday. The North Vietnamese forces were pushed back. However the offensive resulted in a drastic lost of American public support for the war. In May of that year peace talks began, and within the year America began withdrawing troops. The People’s Republic of China backed the North Vietnamese with weapons and supplies. In 1962 Mao Zedong supplied the Vietnamese with 90,000 rifles, and in 1965 China sent anti-aircraft units and engineering battalions. American casualties in the war stand at 58,220 dead while China’s casualties stand at 1446 dead.
At this point Alfred still believes he can win the war. He’s slightly shocked, and when China calls him out over what he’s doing, he doesn’t quite know how to respond. There’s one more chapter left; so, I’ll see you there. Thanks for reading and reviews would be greatly appreciated.
Rating: PG13
Characters: Alfred/America, Yao/China
Warnings: Suggestions of Violence and Historically sensitive material
I do not own Hetalia. All Characters are the property of Hidekaz Himaruya
Chap 4 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10600455.html
Chap 3 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10319662.html
Chap 2 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10249147.html
Chap 1 http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/10194706.html
The hot shower relaxed Alfred, and restored a state of ease. He sighed as he stepped from the shower and toweled off. He wrapped the towel around his waist, and ambled to his bedroom. When he emerged from his bedroom the young nation was dressed for a night in with blue cotton pajama bottoms and a blue superman t-shirt. After distracting himself for an hour with his X-box, Alfred found himself yawning. He turned off the system and prepared to call it a night. The young nation brushed and rinsed his mouth, checking that his smile was perfect in the mirror. Finally he returned to his bed room. He shuffled toward the bed and pulled off his T-shirt when he noticed something glinting on his dresser. He moved to examine it closer and realized it was his dog tags. He held them up and they clinked together softly. The sound echoed through his heart bringing to mind dark humid nights, the smell of napalm and the drone of bomber plans.
*********** Saigon 1968***********
Alfred carefully wound the small band of electrical tape around his dog tags. It surprised him how life in the camp made a soldier so aware of small details and so used to simple repetitive tasks. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and tried to shake off the slight hangover that was keeping him awake. He let the two small ovals of metal thump down onto his chest and laid down. With a weary sigh, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. The breathing of the others in the tent and the cicadas chirping were the only sounds. He wondered how much longer the war would last. It seemed as if his life since entering the Second World War had been one bloody conflict after another. How much longer would he have to fight in this tropical land so far from home? How much longer could they continue fighting and dying? Was it a week or a day or an hour they had left. Just as Alfred began to drift off a far off staccato of gun fire broke through the air. Almost immediately Alfred jumped up and grabbed his gun. He pulled on his helmet and fastened it as he ran outside.
“I heard shots what happened?” Alfred asked.
The guard was a young private named Anthony and he busily peered through his binoculars.
“It’s the Viet Cong! They’re on the move. It looks like they are moving in for an ambush,” Anthony replied.
“But there was supposed to be a truce for the holiday,” Alfred argued.
Anthony did not reply, but instead handed the binoculars to Alfred and rushed off to inform the General. A handful of other soldiers who had heard the shots were now peering out of their tents curiously. Before they could reach the sergeant, more shots rang out. Out of the still night gunfire erupted over the camp. Then the alarm was sounded, and the sergeants’ voice boomed over the intercom.
“The enemy is attempting an ambush. All units to positions,”
Immediately the camp burst into a flurry of activity as the soldiers awoke and rushed to take up defensive positions. Other privates who had been on guard rushed to Alfred’s side. They returned fire and were answered with another round of shots. It was then that the heavy artillery was in place. The five big guns lit up as they rapidly fired into the forest. With the machine guns pinning down the attackers, Alfred felt braver.
“Let’s take the fight to them,” He yelled.
He and eight other men surged into the forest and quickly swept the area with bullets. It was at this point certain figures fled into the darkness of the trees. Alfred noticed a figure dart from a tree nearby and he chased it. Minutes later he found himself in a small clearing. It was then that the figure stopped and turned. The clouds parted for a moment and the light of the crescent moon beamed down on the man Alfred had been chasing.
“Yao!” Alfred gasped. The Chinese man approached, but Alfred leveled his gun at his former ally.
“Would you really shoot me Alfred?” Yao smirked.
“You were leading an attack on my unit. You really think I won’t shoot?” Alfred answered.
“You and Ivan have turned the world into your own personal chess game. We are no longer allies to you, just pawns. I won’t stand by and let you two turn the world into ash,” Yao seethed.
“So you abandon me!” Alfred yelled.
“I did what I had to. Countless lives have been lost and so much blood has been shed. If siding with Ivan will bring peace to my land and help me secure the future, then that is what I must do.”
“Then you’re my enemy,” Alfred concluded.
“You were always so hasty and so eager to become stronger. Did it bring you peace? Did it bring you happiness? How much longer can you fight bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders? How much more blood will you shed for the sake of your feud with Ivan? How long before you become just like him?”
Alfred felt himself begin to shake. He tried to block out the pain of the words, but they seemed to cut through his heart. He sank to the ground in defeat as Yao turned and walked away. Alfred watched Yao fade into the jungle. His fear, fury and frustration kept him on his knees. Minutes or hours later he was able to think again. He stood. Dazed and bitter, the young American was left to find his way back through the dark jungle.
************************************
Alfred placed his dog tag back on the counter as if it were burning. He turned out the light and sat down on the bed. He wasn’t quite sure when he stopped crying and nodded off, but eventually the young nation drifted off to sleep.
To Be Continued
This Chapter deals with the Vietnam War, which lasted from 1955-1975. Specifically the event mentioned is the Tet offensive. The National Vietnamese Army and the Viet Cong launched an attacked on one hundred Vietnamese Cities on the Lunar New Year Holiday. The North Vietnamese forces were pushed back. However the offensive resulted in a drastic lost of American public support for the war. In May of that year peace talks began, and within the year America began withdrawing troops. The People’s Republic of China backed the North Vietnamese with weapons and supplies. In 1962 Mao Zedong supplied the Vietnamese with 90,000 rifles, and in 1965 China sent anti-aircraft units and engineering battalions. American casualties in the war stand at 58,220 dead while China’s casualties stand at 1446 dead.
At this point Alfred still believes he can win the war. He’s slightly shocked, and when China calls him out over what he’s doing, he doesn’t quite know how to respond. There’s one more chapter left; so, I’ll see you there. Thanks for reading and reviews would be greatly appreciated.