(A/N) This is a short Hetalia fanfic, done in the time of the Salem Witch Trials. The year is 1692 and for those of you who don't know what they were: they were a time of mass hysteria caused by three young girls going into strange fits and blaming a black servant woman, calling her a witch. This led to 13 innocent lives being lost. It took place in Salem, Massachusetts.
Of a Witch's Tale
"…And as such you shall burn tomorrow…" the Judge said, banging his gavel on the stand.
"Burn the witch!" the crowd began to chant as they pulled the girl away. She couldn't have been more than sixteen. She seemed unaffected by the blind hate in everyone's eyes. Her own eyes stayed proud, the striking purple meeting the crowd's eyes and daring them to look back at her. As they threw her into the prison, her black hair streamed out behind her.
"You can't hold me in here!" she cried. "All of you shall burn in Hell, no matter the cost!" She seemed to direct her words at one man in particular. His blue eyes were cold, fleck of ice behind his glasses.
"You've a day. Make your peace with God, witch," he said and shut the cell door.
She threw herself against the bars, screaming the only thing she could think that to stop him. "Arthur is a witch too! And he raised you! A curse on you!"
The blond man stopped. "Go on. I just…want to hear her ravings for a bit." The guards nodded and kept going, leaving him alone there.
She slumped down the bars, sitting with her back pressed against them. "What do you mean, he's a witch?" the man demanded of her.
"I thought any words from a witch's mouth weren't worthy of being heard by you? Alfred?" she replied.
"Don't toy with me, Amina. Just don't do it."
She was quiet for a long while. "Arthur is well versed in magic… A true witch though, wishes no harm on any one… I thought I could trust you," she said, her voice laced with accusations.
"You confessed, Amina. I had to take action. It's part of my duty."
She stood up and turned to face him, her purple eyes meeting his. Fire met ice and he winced, looking away. "You confessed, you confessed," she mocked. "I thought I could trust you! Not very intelligent of me apparently…" she added, toying with a necklace. It glowed faintly, as if lit with a candle.
"Amina… What are you-" he didn't bother finishing, confident in his idea that she wouldn't dare to leave her prison.
"Never again," she whispered. "Accipe mihi domi…"
"Amina!" he cried as a blue-grey light enveloped her. "Where are you…?"
He never got a chance to finish. The light brightened and she disappeared. The last thing Alfred saw of her was her purple eyes. They were filled with hate and sadness.
He swore he heard her voice though. "Farewell…" he swore he heard it say. She always paused a bit when she said farewell though. It sounded more like "fare…well…"
(A/N) Author knows author sucks at writing cute little fics. Anyway, I will probably add another chapter, if I get off my lazy ass to. I just haven't given you guys anything in a while so here!