Being a newly born...nation -was that what he was?- is a difficult thing. For one, everyone else was much taller and experienced than him. While here he was, so small and barely toddling around to explore and get places. On top of that, he did not know many people..not as many as his big brother knew. Also, many of the adults frightened him...and he hadn't come across many people his own age. Though, it wasn't all bad...his big brother Arthur was a wonderful guardian, and was so nice to him. Alwyn was nice too, but Peter hadn't made up his mind on what he thought of him.
Today though, Peter discovered that there was new people in the house. Or, as Alwyn had said, they were there for awhile..Peter just hadn't met them yet since he'd just arrived. He'd been told they were younger, and the little blonde nation hoped it meant he could play with them. Arthur was fun to play with, but the man was always busy...It got lonely for a little child like him. Which is why, with determination the blonde fort-nation carefully made his way around the house, his stuffed rabbit tucked under his arm. Considering he'd been in only his room and the dining area, Peter had no idea how big the house was! His eyes wide, he took notice that there was a lot of doors...probably more people? Or it could be different kinds of rooms, like some place to work...He remembered that Arthur had told him he had an office, which was the place the boy was not to go by himself. Peter wasn't entirely sure why, but he figured it was because sharp or dangerous things were inside. But, pushing those thoughts aside he carefully made his way down the hallway again. His steps a little shaky, and silent thanks to the rug and his socks.
For a little while, he looked inside open doors. One of which lead to a room that looked like it was made to sit in, but the big couches were too tall to try and climb on his own. Then there was a room with books, but it was boring...Finally, he spotted another door that was slightly open. Frowning, he looked around and noticed...he ended up near the closed doors hall again. Slowly, he approached and raised his hand to knock on the wood gently. "Ewo?" he called, voice quiet as he tried to peak inside. It looked to be a bedroom, or from what little he could see anyway. He just hoped the person inside was somewhat friendly, or at least not big and scary like big brother Scotland. "Is anyone there?"
Counting Ten, Nine, Zero fingers. Won't you come and play The Grey Man's game? Move quick, Be an artful dodger When the cleavers start swishing in flames.
The young teenager, whose youthful appearance often causes many adults to mistake the boy a few years younger than his biological age (his determination for how 'old' he is) - and definitely many years younger than his actual age (10 and 65 is quite a major difference), huddles in a small ball in the bedroom which he is staying in. Frost seems to have spread across his skin, yet when he touches his cheeks with a light peck of the finger, he feels the sprinkled dirt on his face but not a single cold spot. Beneath his fingers, his skin seems warm, a stark contrast to the cold, ghost-chilling feelings his twisted perception creates. The human mind - his own mind - truly astounds him. It's vast abilities - so unfamiliar and ethereal despite it being him. He has heard many people say, 'the only person who knows me - is me.' But that isn't true - or at least only true to an extent. For how can anyone truly ever comprehend their mind in one lifetime? Even nations can only imagine how the mind works. Such a complex and foreign object the brain is - yet it is also what creates and makes a human - human!
Knock.
Adina frowns. He lifts his head up and slips off the small bed (which shared the wall of the door - the end jutting away from it), and he wonders who might it be. Perhaps it is his official caretaker, England, paying a visit. He immediately scoffs at the idea. England? Paying a visit? Ha! What a joke! The British nation was probably too busy planning Adina's downfall without angering the international community. What an asshole! He knows it is quite childish of him, but he can't help but want to hate England so badly, to despise him for every action he takes (and lack of action as well). He...- of course England deserves all the hatred Adina feels for England! He places his hand on his forehead. He must be sick or something! Ahhh, no need for him to get so worked up over that godforsaken bastard! It is probably Wales anyway. That mother hen is always checking up on him even though Adina has been taking care of himself since he first popped out of wherever nations come from.
...
A...child? Vaguely, he recalls Wales mentioning something about another child. Although to be completely honest, Wales's words went through one ear and out the other. He blinks in surprise. He had not expected another child, especially not such a young one! What is a poor child doing here, he wondered.
"I'm not 'anyone', I'm Adina! Who are you?"
im a little bird trying to run away
Sealand | sort of short but i don't got the time to make it any longer ;;
The boy nearly jumped, not expecting someone to answer that fast. Stepping back, he looked up at the person and realized..he was much older than him...but not as old as adults. Curious, he tilted his head and studied the other boy. He looked young, and not intimidating like the other older people he has seen come here. Not broad and strong looking, so the other couldn't hurt him...and he was yelling, so the young fort-nation concluded this person was safe. Which is why he slowly lowered his rabbit doll, and offered a shy smile. "Ewo Ah-di-na.." His mouth moved over the name carefully, not wanting to mess it up. "I'm Peta." His voice was soft, and probably hard to understand with his young speech but hopefully this person knew he said 'Peter'.
Is he sick? Or was he playing and got dirty? It was hard for him to understand, but to him the slight dark marks he could see on the others cheeks looked like dirt. Though, Peter could also tell that Adina did not look well...which was the conclusion of him thinking he was sick. Not that he would know from personal experience, since he hasn't gotten sick himself yet. But he did know that when he was upset, or when he say his big brother Wales not feeling good, playing usually helped make everything better. At least big brother Alwyn said it made him feel better when the child would come and visit him. Or..honestly Peter had only seen big brother Alwyn laying in bed, looking upset a few times in his short stay here. But those few times he'd given the man his rabbit or bear doll, and he'd smile. Or sometimes he's pat his head and hug him, which in turn made Peter happy to help the other get well.
At the same time Peter was bored, and he really wanted someone to play with. But would this Adina let him inside so they could play? Did big kids even play with toys? The blonde honestly wasn't sure, but he figured he had fun and so..why wouldn't this other boy? So, with a little bit of courage mustered up in his chest the blonde boy held up his rabbit doll. It was a silent, gesture, an offering for the other to take it, while he looked up with a shy and questioning gaze. "You pway with me? It make you feewuh betta." he paused a moment before adding the magic word Alwyn said was polite when asking people for something. "Pwease?"
Last Edit: Jul 15, 2017 22:35:03 GMT -7 by Sealand
Counting Ten, Nine, Zero fingers. Won't you come and play The Grey Man's game? Move quick, Be an artful dodger When the cleavers start swishing in flames.
He stared dumbly at the little boy - Peter - affronted with a mixture of emotions, though surprise shows most clearly. "P-Play?" he stutters.
Even though he himself is but a child (in nation standards), he is still a nation. Nations are formed and run by adults, not children. So he lives in a world of adults. He is too used to them pretending to be his safety net, prepared to catch him if he falls. He has grown accustomed to the whispers about the young boy wandering in the hallway of official buildings without a mother or father guiding him. He considers himself lucky. They could do worse than think he cannot hear them. This way, he is aware of the whispering around him. He can even chuckle to himself when he mostly ignores listens to the classic lecture of 'respecting your elders because of their infinite wisdom and blah blah blah'. If only that were true! They say age brings with it wisdom, but in his experience, it just makes you sound wiser, and if you're lucky, more patient. In that case, most of his luck seems to have been allotted to the patience he has developed over the years. (Unfortunately, his measly amount of luck can only afford a rather selective sort patience.) Shoving nasty retorts down one's throat does wonders to improve patience in tedious and irritating tasks. But in his earliest days, his only talent seemed to be forever throwing tantrums. Even though he grew up with their fathers, they treated him like an inferior being whom they allow to continue intruding upon their presence. It was an outrage! Nowadays, it bothers him less than it should, but given how much time he has had to ponder about those sort of topics, he's come to a sort of understanding. Or at least he's resigned himself to his fate of condescending glances. Actually, he's probably just become too accustomed to the stares to care anymore. So it comes as a surprise when the quiet condescension is missing.
'I've been stuck with far too many old hedgehogs lately,' Adina realizes, 'and it's all England's fault.'
He smiles quickly as if to hide the effects of the child's words. Even if he still felt a bee bouncing in his head, unhinged from its peaceful solitude by the innocent-eyed Peter. What a cute kid, he suddenly thinks. And- a cute rabbit as well.
...
He is supposed to be saying something right now...
"Ah-okay. What do you want to play?" he asks.
to instill in me
Sealand | i'm done this only took me more than a week
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2017 12:35:23 GMT -7 by Israel
I can hear, Guns firing in my left ear, Screams in my right. Ahead of me is blood, Behind me is the dead.
this only took me more than a week 