Drabble Post - Modernizing (Hetalia)
Apr. 5th, 2024 01:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kristenskContinuing my drabbles about England's accidentally enchanted house. I actually wrote this one first, and then created the others around it to give some concept to this dangling snippet.
Modernizing
The house was not pleased with the new electric wiring and wasn’t shy about voicing its displeasure. It had groaned and moaned for weeks, far more than ancient timbers and temperature shifts could account for. And, that was after disrupting the electricity such that not a one of the new electric lamps Arthur had purchased was still functional. Three workmen had been driven away by a combination of nothing to repair - the wiring was correct; it simply wouldn't work - unearthly groaning, and doors inexplicably slamming on their fingers.
Which led to the current situation where Arthur Kirkland, personification of England, found himself hovering over the fourth workman, exerting his will against man and house alike. It was a balance he'd learned in war, projecting an aura of intimidation outward while inwardly pushing encouragement to his men.
It worked then, and it worked now. The house was sufficiently cowed by its master's fury, and the human was bent to his task, finally accepting that Arthur's hovering was simple curiosity. However, he did occasionally cock his head when one of the fae that made the house home flitted too near. And, he was doing so more often.
Bother. The man must have some latent talent. Pushing at him so hard might be waking it.
Well, it couldn't be helped.
The house had complained about the gas fittings as well, and he was quite fond of properly heated baths now. Also, it was the time to modernize. His people were, and he would follow suit.
However much the house might disapprove.
Modernizing
The house was not pleased with the new electric wiring and wasn’t shy about voicing its displeasure. It had groaned and moaned for weeks, far more than ancient timbers and temperature shifts could account for. And, that was after disrupting the electricity such that not a one of the new electric lamps Arthur had purchased was still functional. Three workmen had been driven away by a combination of nothing to repair - the wiring was correct; it simply wouldn't work - unearthly groaning, and doors inexplicably slamming on their fingers.
Which led to the current situation where Arthur Kirkland, personification of England, found himself hovering over the fourth workman, exerting his will against man and house alike. It was a balance he'd learned in war, projecting an aura of intimidation outward while inwardly pushing encouragement to his men.
It worked then, and it worked now. The house was sufficiently cowed by its master's fury, and the human was bent to his task, finally accepting that Arthur's hovering was simple curiosity. However, he did occasionally cock his head when one of the fae that made the house home flitted too near. And, he was doing so more often.
Bother. The man must have some latent talent. Pushing at him so hard might be waking it.
Well, it couldn't be helped.
The house had complained about the gas fittings as well, and he was quite fond of properly heated baths now. Also, it was the time to modernize. His people were, and he would follow suit.
However much the house might disapprove.
