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This fic uses some of the characters in Hetalia created by Hidekaz Himaruya therefore are not mine. The names of some of them I made them up because the creator has not given a specific name, so if I see them on another site, shall I ask. The universe in which it operates is in "normal" Hetalia.
And on the other characters ... You know, for use, you must ask permission or at least mention who came from moi.
You know ... I just let my imagination flow.
I have several pseudonyms in the network and used for this fic it is the one created for the Hetalia community: AliceIggyKirkland.
And without further ado:
TITLE: Walküre und Schwert
The nomadic life of my people has led us for centuries, from the cold North Sea to adjoining territories Reiches Römischen bastard.
Although he has repeatedly been hurt me, I have not fallen in front of him. I am free and I do not let anyone dominate me.
However, I feel that the day we are judged by the Ragnarök is approaching. And I assert earnestly watching my children.
I also believe it because one day, during one of my many battles, I found a woman killing an enemy soldier. I knew it was (woman) because she had torn the robe she was wearing and her breast was exposed. I was not surprised so much, I did for the way she handled the shield and sword she carried.
I noticed two bodies close to her, one was without the shield and the other had the bloody chest and hand closed as if he had had a sword at his death.
"She wants to survive at all costs."
At the end of the day, she and I were standing beside my men, savoring the victory. Something told me I should take her with me, without others noticing.
I took the time they raised the fallen and took the young woman to the camp.
- Brynhildr.
Until then, I did not know her name. She was quiet even with her bare breast and staring at any point.
Still, I gave a robe and a breastplate for her. I sensed that she was a "Valkyrie" and did not admit that I send her home. Her skills had impressed me more than my best men. There was no comparison. Or maybe, yes... She's like me.
When peace returned:
- Brynhildr was created for you, my lord. I was created by Freia, as a gift to you, my lord. I am as sacred as a mother and I must be protected like any princess, my lord. I'm not a wife, I am sister, gift from the gods and blessed by the Valkyries to serve and predict the hegemony of your people, my lord. Do you remember your first shield?
- That shield was shattered by a bear and one of the chips was used to kill him.
- And you hurt your right hand near the finger, when you brought that chip to save yourself.
I had countless scars on both hands. I was shocked to hear her describe the accuracy of that scar, over time, it is close to fade.
I understood that all the unlikely story was true. The gods gave me a sister in arms. I have my service to my own Valkyrie.
From that day and for a long time, Brynhildr has remained with me.
When my children were born, she informed me that it was possible that their "sisters" appear eventually. Apparently, their existence is linked to those things that serve as protection for us as nations.
But in a battle, my sister was abducted. That battle was lost but we recovered. Later, she returned...
- What is that, Brynhildr?
Her body has changed. Her belly is slightly swollen and I'm not so ignorant as not to know what it means.
- My lord ... Excuse me, my lord ... Römischen Reiches has sullied me. I have been enslaved and perverted against my will. And now charge the offspring of my shame. I escaped when the signs of my pregnancy began. I assure you that no one knows about this. But, I beg you: do not forsake me. Exterminate your maid if necessary! But not banish me.
I realized how important she had become. Her absence had hurt me. And though her virginity was tainted, the treasure of an empire is sheltered in her womb, therefore:
- I will not kill you, my sweet Brynhildr. You are the most beautiful flower of my fields. And your son will be the most precious treasure. I raise him. He will be my son. A son of Odin.
When the child was born, we invented the story of the son of a hero fallen in battle. Thus the baby's survival was assured.
However, my body was very weak. And in one of several clashes against Römischen Reiches, he would equal or even weaker still. Then I realized that we both had to go.
But before...
- I'll go all the lands you can. Even those of Röm. I will not leave this world without knowing at least another "Valkyrie" as you, my Brynhildr.
- My lord ... I have ordered that if you die, I must go with you.
- If it was decided: come with me and know the world.
- And the boy?
- He and his brothers will be my replacement.
We talk with my children (the real and putative) and they know it's time we leave. They did not protest. They take care and when they are developed enough, continue their ways. I'm sure they will soon find their own "flowers" to protect, as I found mine.
I do not know if during the time we traveled, the child of my Valkyrie came to know his real father. So I doubt that brute has noticed that our paths will end anytime ... So many centuries, in the solitude of nomadic ways, do not go too fast or in vain.
We crossed the North Sea to a rebel Reiches Römischen island. While I believe that he is no longer alive ... Who knows ... One day, away from the camp, I heard the cry of a baby.
- It's a boy. A nation.
He had a dark green blanket, a slight mop of hair, ashy blonde shades, plus a prominent eyebrows.
I sensed that he was hungry and cold, but could only give him water, so the child would have to settle... I held, despite the light footsteps heard about.
- So you have brothers, boy ... These cowards have left you as prey. I think they sense that you will be stronger than they.
I walked part of the forest, with the baby in my arms, reaching strange structures. Night had fallen and I saw an altar in the center. I put the baby there, as I unsheathed my sword. I watched my most precious object and the child was crying about the lack of heat.
- I wish to give you my most prized possession. I can see you, boy, as a powerful nation. My time on Earth is running out, but I'll do something selfless for you. I could kill you, but that will not prevent the gods claim me. Therefore, and for all the sacredness of Mother Earth, I leave this sword. This will be your guide and strength. It is made for you and you're made for her. It will cut the wind like the song of the Valkyries and Norns will obey you, giving long life to your representatives, preserving the best of your habits and giving the bloodiest death to those who want to destroy you. From now on, this sword be called "Excalibur", little king.
In the middle of my prayer, I make a small wound on my left wrist and soak the child with the outgoing blood.
- You'll be big and strong, because my blood will run now through your veins, and blood has run this iron sword as your future heroes and enemies, will make your land fertile. Although not remember this, my memory will be on this gift.
Let the sword, crossing the altar stone, giving a faint shadow on the child.
I watch him for the last time. I know he is going to survive the night and will live longer than I can think.
- When your last day comes ... Very far ... Happiness will fill you my own sword and be your support. May you be prosperous child. Make it big, Excalibur.
After that, I met again with Brynhildr, but she was weak. Her hour approached.
- My Lord ... Do not be sad ... Think I should be the one to collect you from this world ... I must go first.
We held hands. I feel how she is shaking.
- It is hard to see how my beautiful flower fades ...
- But I let the fruit be proof that my life was not in vain.
- I never asked ... Are there more Valkyries like you?
- Yes, my lord ... We all come into this world, one way or another, to serve (the nations).
- So far, you've shown me some, but I do not feel "that" tells me and you.
- Just their masters can feel that. But, my lord, do not be troubled more... Be happy... I saw where it was your sword...
When she said that, she breathed for the last time.
I gave her a funeral worthy of a warrior of Odin. And I resumed my journey, now as lonely as when I became aware of this world.
When I arranged everything for the funeral rites, I noticed that her back was a giant drawing of a forget-me tattooed on his skin. So consider her a flower was not as far from reality.
During my new trip, I recognized the Valkyries of my children and a few guardians of some new female nations. Not everyone had gathered.
I also knew that Rom had gone with one of her grandchildren to spend his last days in peace. Perhaps it was best for him...
My final day came one afternoon. I had returned to the island, which maliciously called, Britain.
I was in a small village. Quite peaceful. It reminded me of my land...
That was when I saw them:
A little boy with a bruise on his face. Blonde, big eyebrows, next to a girl, a little older, blond hair, long, with a crown of flowers. She was assisting. And he could hear:
- Your brothers are cruel. One of these days I will poison. You will see.
- They are very strong ... They could resist your poison ... They say I'm no good.
- Do not believe them, my prince. You are Arthur and I am your faithful sword. No one will pass over you if I do not kill me first.
- Do not say that!You're my fairy Gwendolyn!
- Do not argue with me when I'm healing you. I am your sword and only you can say my name.
That day I could go in peace. My sword was now the Valkyrie of that child. A new flower now glad my garden, hoping to prosperity and fortune to that nation.
Original Version, in Spanish: Fanfiction and Here
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