Ромео и Джульетта
*crash lands* Hallo~! Ah, so this is my first fanfic her on Fanfiction and I'm kinda nervous…please don't hurt me! *white-flag-wave* I got this idea when RPing with another writer on here and I must give her credit for the use of her amazing characters~! Please R&R because feedback would be awesome! \(˄D˄)/ Grazie!
Rated T because of a certain Italian and Prussian's mouth.
Disclamier: You should be grateful I do not own Himuriya-Sensei's Hetalia, nor Lil Sweet Mocha's Antartica (Ian) or Ross Dependency (Noah).
*commercial voice* This story was brought to you by Sweet~Mochi, but was typed by her Prussia-awesome friend line.
The street was dark, the occasional flash of lightning brightening the shadows and revealing the men's faces. They were all gathered around the two men, cheering loudly and brutally in thick accents of multiple languages. The two men were drenched in both rain and blood, neither fazed. Both faces were covered in cuts and bruises and both were transfixed on one another. The malicious violet eyes burned into the violent purple/red ones with pure hatred.
"You are a fool," the taller of the two growled. He swung his blood-stained lead pipe dangerously close to the albino.
"And I will not allow a tyranny."
"YOU are the fool if you believe we should become allies with them," the other replied darkly. The storm raged on and another bolt of lightning flashed. The circle of men watched them nervously, unsure of who to help or what to do.
"And why is that?"
More lightning.
"The Italians are weak, useless."
More thunder.
"Ah~But they are greater in number. If we do not become one soon, they will have the power to tear us apart."
More rain.
"Numbers mean nothing if they can't be equally matched with power."
Lightning.
"We can train them."
Thunder.
"Train Italians? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"
Rain.
"Stupid, da. But not impossible."
Another streak of bright lightning flashed against the dark sky, making his pipe glisten as he took a step closer.
"You always were an idiot," the albino smirked through the deafening pounding of the icy rain.
The man with the pipe just smiled that creepy, childlike smile and raised his weapon. "and you were always disposable."
Thunder roared all around them as the huge pipe came closer…closer…and−─
She sat up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily and panting. Taking in a deep breath she look around her large room, trying to make clear of everything. Her wide violet eyes came to rest on the clock next to her.
6:38. She laid back down slowly. Maybe she could get a bit more sleep before school…
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
She opened her eyes sleepily and glanced over at her laptop. "Incoming message from Feliks." it kept blinking.
Sighing, she sat up again and looked back at the clock.
6:39. She frowned. Feliks never got up this early. Something must be wrong…
She hurriedly clicked "Answer" and was instantly relieved to see the Polish teen's bright face alright. "Morning Feliks," she yawned, "Everything okay?"
"Like, no! Everything is NOT okay!" her friend squealed into the camera.
"What's wrong?" she asked worriedly.
"I have like, no idea what bow to wear today!" the blonde complained. "You like, have to help me Iolanta!"
Iolanta relaxed and let out the breath she just realized she'd been holding. "How about your pink one?" she suggested, smiling, "That one goes so well with your eyes~."
Feliks grinned. "Like, why didn't I think of that? Thanks a bunch!"
Iolanta laughed, "No problem."
Feliks came closer to the screen as he looked closely at his best friend. "Are you alright? You look awful!"
She shrugged, "I didn't get much sleep last night," she replied.
"Again? That's like, the third time this week! Is something bothering you?"
Her mind flashed back briefly to her dream, the same one she'd been having for the past few weeks. The terrible storm, the beaten men, those horribly familiar violet eyes. It bugged her that she just knew those eyes, just…differently.
But who could it be?
She hadn't told Feliks about the dream, he worried about her enough. She shook her head. "Nyet," she lied. She smiled, "Everything's fine."
Felik's bright green eyes stared at her disbelievingly, "Is it the dance?"
"Huh?"
"Are you like, totally worried about not having a date to tomorrow's dance?" Feliks gasped, "You are aren't you?"
Iolanta stared at him, almost laughing. She honestly couldn't care less about the dance but this was he scapegoat. "Da," she lied again, smiling sadly and putting her hands in the air. "You've caught me." She loved how lying came so natural to her.
"I knew it!" Feliks told her, practically jumping out of his fuzzy pink chair. After re-situating himself, he held up a hand and flashed her a smile. "Then like, I swear on my dead Aunt Lynda's body—"
"Feliks, you've never had an Aunt Lynda."
"Fine! Then I like, swear upon all my purses that by the end of today, you, my best friend, will have like, a totally amazing date for the dance tomorrow~!"
Iolanta smiled at the camera, "Spasibo, Feliks, but I don't th—"
"Uh-oh. Mom's like, in one of her moods again," Feliks said, cutting her off. He smiled apologetically at her. "I like, have to go. See you later and wear something totally fabulous!"
The screen went dark and she sighed, sitting back in her chair. Great, she thought. Now I've got to go to the dance.