The Rose is Caught! ((Re-done))

((Hi guys! So if you're about to say, HEY THIS IS NUMMY'S STORY! Don't because I'm Nummy. XD This is my new account since I can't access (and grew sick of) my old one. This was re-done in order to be my first story on this account and to give a Kaa Hetalia story this website deserves. So I am proud to present The Rose is Caught, redone!))

((This was a story I wrote for my hypnotic Hetalian forum which you can find if you click on my profile and go to my website. If you've never seen it before, it's basically about the hilarious antics of personified nations, mainly boys, and every episode's only about 5 minutes long so I recommend finding a website where it will just play through them all or buying the DVD to also get the extremely funny bloopers. If you don't want to watch it, you can also find Paint It White, the movie, online and you'll be able to learn about the basic main characters.

For this story I used the personified France and gave him his accent (which I understand may not be how actual French people talk but I'm just going for the English dubbed anime) as well as the lovely (but strangely typical) issue of being stranded in a jungle. However, unlike last time, this is no island paradise and the other nations are quite scattered. We'll see how things play out...))

France sighed, walking through the ever active Indian jungles. Another plane crash? Seriously? He was so, so tired of always being in this sort of ridiculous situation. Especially when he was all on his own with no one to love or complain to. “Oh mon Dieu. Not even Pierre can comfort moi right now! Ztill at ‘ome, wiz ze baby zitter taking good care of ‘im and my zweet kitty-cat. Le sigh...” The blonde groaned, already as exhausted as could be.

How long had he been stuck here again? A month? A year? Well really, it had only been about 3 days, but France liked to romanticize things. He liked romance in general. France tried to quicken his pace seeing a beautiful, rushing waterfall. Taking in a deep breath, France smiled. Freshwater! “Yay~ Now I can drink from...” He paused before beginning to shudder, now remembering all the things that may have been in that water. Animals, fish, birds, all kinds of gross people and even possibly garbage... “Yuck! Zere’z no way I can drink from ziz dizguzting water! Zere’z not even anyzing to purify it o-or, any cupz or mugz, or anyzing! Ewwwww!” He flipped out, backing away from the water as the thought of him accidentally drinking it almost had him vomiting.

France had no idea that for some time, a pair of eyes from above had been staring him down intently, ready to devour the little French treat. “Ssssssss...”

“A-And ziz place iz dizguzting, and ‘orrible, and juzt plain...” France gagged a bit before suddenly feeling a hard object to the back of head. “OUCH!” He fell forward a bit, looking back only to see an innocent mango lying on the ground. “Wh-What? Who zrew ziz?” He asked aloud, thinking it could have been Britain's way of saying hello. Getting back up, the Frenchman noticed the large mango tree right next to him. His eyes tried to scan the branches to catch sight of a person.

“Bonjour? ‘ello? I won’t ‘urt you, I zwear...I juzt want to zee who’z zere...” The Frenchman leaned in to get a bit closer when he felt something poke him on the shoulder. “Huh?” France turned around before releasing a soft gasp. “Oh...”

Two pairs of colorful, spiraling eyes were in France’s face, gently pulsing a rainbow of green, blue, and yellow over and over again. “I’m right here~ Jusssssst relax, dear~” A mysterious voice hushed, soothing the other. It was mysterious due to the fact that France was so fascinated by the colors in front of him, he couldn't look anywhere else.

France felt a smile tugging at his lips and it began to widen. For some reason these colors made him feel so happy. Happier than he'd ever been before. “Zo...pretty...” The ray of sunshine he had wanted so badly had finally come to him, bigger and more beautiful than ever. It was a sight to behold, and France never wanted to look away. So gorgeous, so irresistible these colors were, they were much more important than whatever he was previously thinking of. It mesmerized him, entranced him, and most importantly, it hypnotized him. All will and resistance began to melt away at once. Thoughts of leaving were replaced with thoughts of an odd curiousness. Why he felt this way was unknown to himself, but France didn’t care. He wanted more of this wonderful emotion, and the lovely colors. ”Let moi...let moi zee a bit more~” France sighed blissfully, leaning into the direction of the colors, not caring about anything else. 

Kaa smirked to himself, his coils wrapping around France’s sides as he pulled him in closer. Oh how easy this one was! Much easier than most were. His mind was already turning to mush 30 seconds into their encounter. “Of courssssse~" He chuckled darkly, his colors speeding up. "Follow Massssster~” Kaa hissed into his ear, starting to pin down his hands and feet, pulling him into the tree. “Don’t ressssissssst~”

France’s eyes began to reflect the pattern, but France kept trying to remember something. Where was he again? India...In...Indonesia? No...Russia? Wait? What’s Russia? No...no...his name is...Francis...and his country is...unimportant. He decided it was unimportant. The colors were of more worth to him now. A sleepy, tingly feeling went through him as his mind felt as if it were melting. France’s mind was soft, gooey, and malleable, unable to do a thing to help him. With that, France fully submitted, a stupid, oblivious grin spreading across his entire face. “Oui...Maitre...” A ping went off and colors were dancing in his own eyes at full speed as he went limp. “Honnnnn...~”

Kaa gave him a bit of a choke to the neck, lying the Frenchman on the base of the tree, keeping France completely encased. “Come now prey~ I’m a mood to have some fun before lunch~ Just sssssssome play is all~” He got France to his feet, beckoning France to move forward.

France obeyed, leaning forward before he began to walk, eyes shutting as the pattern repeated behind his closed eyes. He continued to walk right off the branch, nearly falling to his death as Kaa caught him, tossing him into the air. The tip of the tail caught him by his stomach, touching France’s belly button. France gave a little yawn, his mind perceiving no danger whatsoever. “Hnnnnn~” The Frenchman hummed, loving the feel of the coils and the fact that he must be playing some game with his master.

Kaa chuckled as he let France go, making him slide down a long swirl of coils before being coiled at his stomach, keeping France immobile. France wasn’t able to see the ridiculously dangerous drop below, unable to scream and cry for help. If anything, he just yawned again and lovingly nuzzled his new surroundings.

After a couple more throws and catches, France was bound up, cocooned as he started to shut his eyes, wanting to sleep so badly. The warm coils rubbing against his skin, the knowledge that his master was having his way with him was just so soothing to him.  “Nmmmmm...” France sighed, eyes half lidding as he drooled a little in his blissful state of mind.

Seeing the other so willing and ready to fall into slumber was making Kaa extremely hungry, but he wanted to keep his prey up a little while longer. “Ah, ah, ah~ No ssssssleeping yet~” Kaa scolded gently, giving him another choke to the neck before licking his lips. “Sssssso, what’s your name~?”

France yelped, eyes open before he thought for a moment, orbs of multi-color sliding back down  slightly. “Fr-France...or...Franciz...Bonnefoi..." He introduced weakly before he let out a loud yawn, a whimper escaping him. "Hahhhh...zleepy...”

Kaa snickered a little at the sight of such a stupid man. He gave France a little constriction once more, making his prey gasp and keep awake. “France? Hmmm...what an interessssting little name you have~ And I trusssst you are very sssssleepy, France?”

“Oui...yez...” France smiled, nodding quickly with Kaa’s help. “I’m very ssssssleepy...” He giggled, liking the way his master spoke. Somehow, he still hadn't registered that his master was a humongous snake, only that he felt wonderful all over and that it was due to his loving master.

A couple of coils stroked the Frenchman's hair back before Kaa brought his prey closer, right under his head as his eyes pulsed color one more time, gazing into France's. "Well, no need to worry Francsssse~ You can go to ssssssleep right now~ Just shut your eyesssss and sssssssleep~" He hissed, pulsing more to make sure France stood no chance.

It worked perfectly well. France shut his eyes and fell asleep in mere moments, head lulling forward as he let out light snores, mainly keeping quiet as he slept.

Kaa opened wide, starting to swallow France's head before he suddenly felt a hard tug on his tail, making him growl. How dare someone interupt his meal?! He turned back, ready to deal with the threat when he suddenly heard a voice from below.

"I can hear you up there France! Wake up you twat!" A very angry Britain snapped, glaring up at the trees. "I don't know wot you think you think this is, but it isn't a vacation! Do you hear me?! Get down this instance!" He screeched like a very overworked and impatient parent, sounding more cross than ever.

Kaa tried not to get it get to him, but the voice had a resemblence to Shere Khan. They both spoke with that funny little accent that somehow made him sound scarier than he was. Just remembering Shere Khan gave him shivers, and before he knew it, his grip on France loosened, the Frenchman's body leaning before he fell right out of the tree.

Britain yelped but when he looked back to see France lying face down in the dirt, he scowled, scoffed and shook his head in disgust. "Unbelievable. Bloody frog." He grumbled, going over to the limp body and giving the other a swift kick to the side. "WAKE UP!"

Hearing the thud snapped Kaa out of his frightned daze and he tightened his coils before realizing the other wasn't in them. "What?! But where could-" Kaa cut himself off, realizing what the thud was. He started to slither over to look and see if he had bruised his precious meal at all but stopped again at the sound of the other man.

"Are you deaf?! Wake up! Wake up right now before I kick your arse!" Britain kept kicking, stomping on the other even to try and get some sort of reaction. "The others are waiting nearby and the sooner we get together, the sooner we can work together to get home! Now get UP!" Britain gave a particularly hard kick to the center of France's spine, knowing the other already had terrible back issues.

France suddenly sprung up at once, eyes wide as a scream escaped him, and that turned to coughs as he wiped the dirt off his face and even hacked up some foliage. "Dieu! Did you 'ave to try and paralyze moi?!" He argued, turning to Britain with anger clear on his face.

Britain rolled his eyes, kicking his side before he got off of the other. "I wouldn't have done anything if you just got up the first time I asked you to. You only have yourself to blame, frog. Now hurry and get up before I kick you again!" He threatned mercilessly as he started to walk off.

France slowly got up again, stretching as his back popped. "Ouch! Do you know 'ow much I zpend going to a chiropractor?! More zan enough!" He stretched his back out, wincing again at the pain. "I don't even remember what 'appened to moi. One minute I'm at a waterfall and ze next I'm on ze ground..." France paused, now in deep thought as he tried to put together the pieces.

Britain grabbed his arm, ignoring the Frenchman's protest as he started to drag him away. "Come on! We can think about your stupid senile issues when we get back to the others!"

Kaa found himself watching, frozen in place as the angry Brit dragged his prize away. Once they were gone, Kaa found himself in disbelief. How could he let France get away like that?! Shere Khan was gone, there was no reason to think of that man as a threat. Yet and still, something felt off. He had the strangest feeling they'd meet again...


((End of Part 1.))