Tatiana sat peacefully on the garden swing, gently kicking her legs as she did so. it was a warm summers evening and Tatiana had been waiting for Arthur to return from the World Meeting since early afternoon. It was 5:30pm when she finally heard the gate open, a good two hours after he should have been home.
"Good evening Mr. Arthur!" Tatiana cheered, green eyes sparkling like emeralds in the evening sun.
"Ah, good evening Tatty, you look well. I hope you haven't been waiting long"
Tatiana chuckled quietly to herself, she just loved it when he called her Tatty. She gave her gold wings a gentle flutter.
"Oh not at all Artie" she began, deliberately using his nickname, "Besides you know how much we fairies love the sun!" Arthur laughed half heartedly and she realised instantly that something was wrong. Her brow furrowed slightly.
"Artie, come sit beside me, I think you will agree when I say that there's nothing finer than a warm summers evening." she said softly, patting the empty space beside her. Arthur set down his bags and slumped down next to her., letting out a brief sigh in doing so.
"Now Arthur, tell me what's wrong." she questioned with a quizzical look in her eye.
"Nothing. Nothings wrong Tatty. I'm fine, really." he replied, shifting his feet a little.
"Liar."
"What?"
"I said liar. Arthur Kirkland I have known you for well one hundred years now, I can bloody well tell when your lying." Now tell me what's wrong. Is everything with you and Miss America ok?" she spoke, concern now evident in her voice.
"Well, actually since you asked, no everything is not okay. Me and-" Silence, she could hear him choke back the tears as he tried to compose himself. "Me and Amelia broke up."
America. She should have known. That girl had caused England more heartache and trouble over the years than world wars one and two combined. He was just to blinded by love to notice it.
"I cant believe she left me, for him of all people..." he was now sobbing uncontrollably into his hands. Tatiana cautiously put her arm around his shoulder.
"Oh, Mr. Arthur, I'm sorry I didn't know. Really I am. Who was it she left you for." she soothed, rubbing his back gently.
"Russia, bloody Russia of all people! I thought they hated each other. Well obviously not since I caught them snogging each others faces off after the world meeting. Sneaky basterd I thought I could trust him... well almost." he yelled, now heartbroken and incredulous. Tatiana took in a sharp intake of breathe. Nobody but nobody made HER Arthur cry. Just ask France and Germany. It seemed it was high time she paid Miss America and Mr Russia a visit.
"Arthur dear look at me. I don't want to see you shed any more tears over Miss America now do you hear. She's simply not worth the hassle." Arthur sniffed and nodded, nuzzling his head in her long, strawberry blonde locks. She blushed scarlett.
"Here, take this." she said abruptly, leaping up from the garden swing. Arthur coked his head to one side, looking slightly bewildered. "It's moon dust, it helps give you sweet dreams" Tatiana said hurriedly, thrusting the bag into his hands.
"Sorry I cant stop long, I have some business attend to." Tatiana seethed, as she turned and took flight, waving a final goodbye to Arthur as she did so. Once out of sight, she began to plot just how she could avenge her dear Arthur. Tatiana thought long and hard about what to do, but nothing seemed to come to mind, that was untill she arrived at Miss Americas window. Making herself small so as not to be seen, she observed as Miss America brushed her golden shoulder length locks, a smile plastered on her face as she did so. At that moment, Russia entered the room, vodka in hand.
Sighing he knelt down beside her, looking up like some love sick puppy.
"Oh Amelia, your hair is such a beautiful colour" he stopped to run his fingers through her hair, "and so soft, just like angel wings".
America let out a surprisingly girly giggle as she kissed her Russian lover gently on the lips.
"And to think we hated each other for so many years..." she breathed, sadness in her eyes.
"Da, but that's all behind us now. Come, lets go to bed." he yawned, taking her hand and leading her to the bed.
"You're right honey, its all in the past now...lets...just...concentrate...on the... on the future..."she whispered, quickly drifting of to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
"Goodnight my sweet angel." he said, kissing her fore head.
"Mrg...burgers..." she mumbled into her pillow. Russia gave a small laugh before drifting of to sleep himself.
Any other night, Tatiana would have smiled at such displays of affection. Instead she found herself scowling at what she had just seen. How dare she break up with Arthur then act like nothing ever happened. How. Dare. She. Wand in hand she opened up the window and flew inside. Standing over the bed she gripped the wand tighter, she knew exactly what she had to do.
-TIME SKIP TILL NEXT DAY-
America awoke to the sound of birds singing and the sensation of something tickling the back of her neck.
"Russia honey, stop that! You know how ticklish I am!" she said sleepily.
"Stop what my sweet angel?" Russia asked puzzled, suddenly appearing in front of her. She looked up at him, a bemused expression on her face. Cautiously, she reached behind her back, and grabbed at something soft. What she saw next horrified her.
"Oh my god... MY HAIR! MY FREAKING HAIR IS FALLING OUT! NO! NO!" she screamed running to the mirror.
"IM GOING BALD!" she wined, paying particular attention to the huge bald patches dotted all over her head. Russia dashed to her side.
"Sssh darling. Its ok. Here have a sip of vodka, it will help to calm the nerves." he replied calmly, handing her the bottle. With shaking hands, America took a sip.
"Russia, this... this tastes like..." she swilled it round in her mouth. "This tastes like water."
"What?" he said taking a sip himself, he sat back, horrified.
"It does!" he exclaimed, eyes wide. Russia got up from where he was sat on the florr and ran down to the cellar. Panicking, he opened another bottle of vodka and took a sip, that to tasted like water. He opened another six only to find that all had seemingly turned to water.
"AMELIA! SOMEONE HAS TURNED ALL MY VODKA TO WATER!" Russia shouted up stairs, entangling his fingers in his hair.
"BIG FREAKING WHOOP! IM LOSING MY HAIR UP HERE!" America screamed back.
"SO... JUST WEAR A BANDANA OR SOMETHING!" He replied looking around desperately.
"A BANDANA! ARE YOU CRAZY!" she yelled, appearing at the top of the stairs, clumps of hair still falling from her head. "WHAT THE HELL WILL PEOPLE THINK WHEN THEY SEE ME TODAY AT THE WORLD MEETING!"
"I don't know. But all I know is that we need to stay calm, and head of to the meeting, before we make ourselves even more late than we already have, da? Here, wear this around your head." he said taking of his scarf and handing it to her. Nodding she wrapped the scarf round her head and trudged down the stairs, grabbing Russia's hand for support.
"Ivan?" she asked shakily as they both got in the car.
"Da?" he replied, starting the engine.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you... I'm just pretty scared ya know?"
"I know. And I'm sorry I yelled at you also." he soothed placing his hand on hers.
"lets just get to the meeting.
Both arrived to the meeting about an hour with dark bags under their eyes. Germany was not impressed.
"There you two are, we have been waiting for you for well over an hour now! Where have you been?!" he cried, although he only dared look America in the eye. Tatiana looked up from where she had been sat in the corner, reading a book. Although nobody but England, Norway and Romania could see her, Arthur had wanted her there for today for moral support. A smile once again made its way onto her lips.
"At home. I'll tell you why in private after the meeting." Ivan said simply.
"Fine, Sit down. Both of you."
Judging by the look on Americas face, the spell had worked. England looked over at Tatiana, a worried look on his face. Tatiana simply shrugged her shoulders innocently and got back to reading her book. Her work here was done.
First chapter! Yaay! Sorry if it all seems a bit rushed, but I've had tons of GCSEs to do. But its the 6 weeks hols know so I should have no problem updating. On a random note: its hot and sunny outside, which is rare for England since its always raining! Ahem sorry... thanks for reading chapter 1.