Everlasting Immortals
Authors note-Hello out there in FanFiction land! I'm just here to let you know that is the first story I've ever put up on a social website like this, so I beg all of you to please go easy on me. I know my grammar and spelling won't be the best, so please don't rip on me about it. This is a Hetalia fanfic that may have smut and lemon later on, and has some cussing, so please don't hate on me for that either. This fanfic will include OCxGermany, OCxEngland, OCxItaly, RusAme, PruFra, Spamano, RomexGermania, DenNor, Giripan, SuFin, NetherlandsxCanada and LietPol. As a warning, Austria might be a bad guy later on because I really don't like him. I apologize if I hurt anyones feelings. _ Anyway, please don't hate on me, I make the characters very fluffy and lovable, no matter what.
Please review and give me ideas! I'll give you credit and I would love to hear ideas from all you lovable Hetalians out there! I apologize for the short chapter!
I do not own Hetalia, but if I did, Germany would be my husband. 3
Chapter 1: Dark Beginnings
"Let the fun and games begin."-Breaking Benjamin
Neome POV
The dark crimson liquid seeped through my nimble fingers, staining them that beautiful red color that I loved so much. The deer underneath me gave a futile twitch as accepted its fate and lay limp. Collecting the hefty prize in my claws, I extended my leathery wings and took off into the welcoming night sky. Silhouetted against the full moon, I admired the sticky liquid on my fingers with my hungry deep blue eyes. My long black hair flew behind me like a cape as I soared through the starry sky. I licked the blood from my fingers and teeth as I neared my home in Romania. As I landed in the grounds, servants rushed forward to take the kill from my grasp, carrying it into the palace to be prepped for mealtime. As I thanked them, my wings melted down into a long black dress against my pale skin.
As I strode inside, a strong thought hit me and made me cringe. Tomorrow was the dreaded mating day in the forest not far away. Mating day was always hell for me. I had tried to give my love a few other mates, but it never worked out in the end for me. All of them had left me abruptly, and never told me why, but I didn't dwell on the past. I did stop trying to find a mate. I didn't-scratch that, I couldn't deal with another broken heart. My sisters, Calypso and Zentha would be excited though. They've always been giddy about mating days. This was only their first one though. Our father was murdered before he could ever escort them to a mating, so they spent their whole lives training, and they finally were ready.
While my mind wandered, my feet carried me down the empty halls carpeted with dark purple fabric. Dusty suits of empty armor leaned against black walls, giving the place a dark feeling of loneliness. I hurried along to my room, pushing open the dark mahogany doors and slipping inside. Plush purple carpet hugged the floors as I kicked off my shoes and set them by my closet, two black doors with silver handles, hiding away a world of dresses, shoes and comfy clothes like jeans and shirts. Setting my jewelry on my black vanity, I turned to my welcoming bed. I pushed aside the thin silky black curtains to sit down on the deep purple sheets and fluffy black comforter. Making sure to not hit the small black nightstand, I swung my legs into the bed and lay down.
I curled my fingers in the cold sheets with a small sigh. Yes, I did miss having a mate to lay beside me, to have another warm body to curl up with, to hear soft whispers of loving words...I shook the ridiculous idea from my head and grabbed my iPod. Plugging in my headphones, I selected a playlist and let the music play. Without changing I curled up under the black blankets and let the music take me away into a place where I couldn't be hurt...dreams.
