She brushed his hair out of his face as he chuckled. He reached up a single thin hand and stroked her soft cheek cheek. Grabbing a sunflower with the other he laced it gently into her thin platnim hair. Red danced across her pale cheeks as she met his beaming cobalt eyes. The glasses he wore did nothing to sheild his eyes as she gazed wistfully into them, keeping silent.
"Why are you so pretty?" He asked her suddenly, quietly. She shook her head she blushed and turned away.
"I could ask you the same." He scoffed and his chuckle brought the most unnoticable smile to grace her red lips.
"You dare call me feminine?" He laughed his bright white teeth even out glowing the snow that surrounded the two. Standing up he swished his hips very femininely as he sashayed around her once in a while winking in her direction.
"Of course when you do that." She sighed, not wanting to admit that this scene was quite intertaining. The smile grew on his face as well. The toothy smirk nearly growing from ear to ear now. She loved that about him. His smiles were always present and always sincere and generally directed to her apathetic never-smiling face.
"You wound me!" He pretended to be shot, falling into the frozen green grass and snow that covered the open valley. She let out a giggle against her will and this prodded him to continue.
"How could I?" She chuckled her smile, kind and gentle and rare, unlike her usual bitter glare.
"I don't know!" He paused and came to be next to her, his grass and snow stained knees coming into obvious view as he crouched down. "Natalia Arlovskaya I need to ask you a very important question." Alfred was suddenly serious as he rolled over to Natalia who was sprawled out in the grass. This was unusual for him.
"What would that be?" She wondered and sat up so she was looking down on to his flawless face. Alfred's blue eyes sparkled as he began to stand once again.
"Stand with me will you?" He asked as he brought himself to his feet and held out a large hand for her to join him. She accepted the hand with a delicate mittened-hand and stood directly across from him. He blushed as he looked Natalia straight in the eyes, "Natalia Arlovskaya, may I please have your hand in the bond of holy matrimony?" He asked very seriously as he dropped to his knee and pulled a small box out from his pocket. "Will you marry me?" He whispered looking up into her violet eyes. She stood silent, flustered as he offered. The possibilities running through her head but she ignored them.
Overwhelmed with joy she threw her arms around his neck and whispered. "Yes." Into his ear. Alfred smiled and slipped her ring onto her finger.
Back to her normal self, cold, inattentive and a bit frightening she walked with Alfred her hand in his as they stopped at the street were he always let her go at. That one street that Alfred deared not to go past in fear that Ivan would see them and in worst cases kill Alfred as he kissed her good bye.
This kiss was different, longer and felt more of a kiss of a fiancé rather than a boyfriend. She couldn't pinpoint the difference as his lips moved against hers but she could feel it somewhere there.
When she pulled away he wrapped her in a hug and kissed the top of her head. The frozen locks of hair freezing against his now cherry red lips. She blushed and turned beginning her way down the long street.
It was cold without Alfred next to her to warm her with his unexplainable radiation of warmth. So cold and empty. But she had grown used to it over the few months, wait, no, nearly two years now, seeing as she had to sneak out in the dead of the night or early morning to see him without drawing upon the wrath of her elder brother. A man that certainly had a extreme level of hate for the American. For reasons, that were never explained.
Natalia and Alfred met at a world meeting and it had been love at first sight. They had gone out once in the bright light of day and Ivan had enough of it, he forbid her from seeing him other than completely professional terms. But of course she had snuck out when she made sure Ivan was too drunk to care, he had a hang over, or he was asleep. Those were the only times that she was free to do much of anything, although common it was still a challenge to find the right time and still manage to be back before he rose from his drunken stupors.
Natalia snuck into her house using the key she had hidden in her bow that still clung to her bangs. Carefully sneaking it back into her hair she opened the door. Stepped in. Then silently sealed the door behind her.
"Вы запах как Бюргерса (You smell like burgers)." A strongly Russian accented voice boomed behind her. She squealed and flipped around. Winter, her grandfather stood behind her. "Ваня будет не рад, когда он слышит об этом (Vanya will not be pleased when he hears of this.)" Winter smirked. She gasped as he grabbed for her wrist.
Howdy! Alright, this isn't my first Alfred and Natalia story posted on here but this actually was the very first one that I wrote. I wrote it a hella long time ago (can't remember when… probably the beginning of Freshmen year) and though, hell, why not post it? Right?
Please review! :D