Hetalia Stuff

Llysfaen (WHOO, ANOTHER ONESHOT-)

The charms of the forest were many, drawing out a man's most hidden desires. It's prey were varied, from the romantic fools to the sociopathic intelligent. Once a man succumbs to it's charms, they are never seen the same afterwards, for they come out different than they were first made.

Arthur Kirkland was an English archer, truly with the eye and heart of one. A strong mind never failed to assist him in life as well. Never had he thought there would come a fateful day when he finds himself walking the cursed forest, entranced by every twisting vine, mist circling his ankles.

A woman's whispers echoed, the words unclear in the soft voice. The archer found himself drawn to it, his usual raging thoughts hushed. He followed it, boot-clad feet crunching quietly on the fallen leaves. The thick trees gave way to open fields, the grass growing up to the knee, littered with lilac flowers.

The mist thickened to a fog, leaving only shadows and silhouettes. Midway was the perfect figure of a woman, flowing dress blending with the night sky, long hair spilling over her shoulders. She whispered words, still beckoning, hypnotising.

Arthur's emerald eyes were wide with a childish wonder as he stumbled blindly towards her. Pale fingers reached out to take his own, indigo eyes flashed, and she vanished, leaving behind more of the mystical, white fog.

Dazed, the Englishman looked around, the strange spell on him easing. He was alone in the field, starry sky bright above him and long grass brushing his legs below him. His hands rested by his sides, one near a lilac. Two fingers cupped the flower, and it dropped into his palm.

The whispers still trailed in the cool air, no longer beckoning, rather welcoming and soothing. The flower in his palm held a small, soft light, a tiny bouncing star. It flit and flew, stark in the circle of fog. It hovered in the air, and moved only once the archer took an uncertain step forward. Games of choice appeared to be popular within this forest.

It led him to a castle the size of a cottage, green creeping up it's every side. The light gave him a quick image of a gorgeous woman with indigo eyes just one last time, familiarity lining her every features, but then it was gone, just as was the light.

The wooden door stood ajar, a silent plea to enter being omitted. Every wish of this forest was fulfilled by it's prey, for the door was soon pushed open. Arthur stepped in, boots touching cold stone, a new air encasing him; A familiar air, near homely.

With it came a deafening silence, yet it was not looming, despite the sensation that a pair of eyes followed his every move. It was cold here, the kind of cold that grew to be with loneliness.

He found himself in a barren, stone room, although with every blink, figures seemed to take shape. Soon the floor was carpeted, the walls painted, the room lived in.

The only thing it was missing stepped in; A person. A person with features as familiar as the indigo-eyed woman's. If hers called out like a long lost fairy tale, a long lost love, this person's, his, felt as though they were always there, keeping him grounded.

One word drifted in mind;

Brother.

Identical green eyes, like in a mirror, a dusty shade of brown hair, features on which belonged naught but a smile...

"Dylan?"

OKAY. LET ME EXPLAIN.

Basically,@biiiiiiiiiish  and I were discussing this Welsh word she told me about, 'Llysfaen'. We had an entire conversation about the fantasy vibe we were getting from it. In the end it turned out to be the name of an old town in Wales, but that was found out after we each derived an entire plot from the word alone.

So, this is mine. It's a human AU, I think that's obvious though. Anyway, here, Dylan controls this magical forest. He used it to lure Arthur in, because each of the Kirklands forgot about each other's existence and went their own merry ways at a point.

Dylan basically just wanted to see his little brother.

Oh, and guess who the woman is. If you've read my works before, you'll know the single character I describe as having indigo eyes.