She cried.
And for what reason, even the author doesn't know. Maybe it was the overwhelming cold that made her numb to the bones. Maybe it was the loneliness, the abandonment she felt. Or maybe it was the fact that she was lost. Why would you go out in a blizzard? Then you should be at home, curled up by the fire, reading.
But she had no where. She was young, maybe no older than five by the way she looked and acted. The snow came up to her shoulders, allowing for little visibility. She trudged on through the fallen snow.
She walked until she could no more. She fell in the deep snow, shaking violently.
Unknown to her, she was near a house. The man inside who had been watching her then strode outside. Unaffected by the cold, he strode over to the fallen girl, who he noticed was still shaking.
He carefully picked her up, feeling her pull closer to him for warmth. "Are you lost?" he asked.
She nodded, trying to figure out his accent, but the numbing cold made that impossible.
He opened the door, sliding in with her as quiet as possible. He set her down carefully on the couch in his living room.
She heard the crackling of a fire, smiling. she opened one eye slightly, then closing it quickly due to her being tired. She felt a blanket being tucked around her. She let seep overcome her.
He sat down at the other end of the couch, running his fingers through his hair. Eventually, sleep consumed him too.
When she woke up, the first thing she saw was a hulking figure at the other end of the couch. She giggled, figuring he saved her. He had grey white hair. But he didn't look old to her. Young, actually, which made her giggle more. He had a long pale scarf and a long thick coat on. Was he not hot?
He awoke to the sound of laughing, slowly opening his lavender eyes. He heard a gasp. He turned and saw the young girl staring straight at him.
"Pretty…"
Hm? he shook his head. "Are you alright now?" he asked her.
"Huh?" she blinked. "I… I don't know."
He nodded. She sounded German.
"Who, who are you?" She sat back down, short legs extended.
"Russia, or Ivan, if you like better." She giggled, think it was an odd name like hers. He enquired "What about you?"
"Luxembourg." Russia nearly jumped three feet. "Or Vi." she noticed him giving her a strange look. "Some-ting wrong, Russia?"
He shook his head, "Nyet. Its nothing." He stood up, walking away toward some room she didn't know. Luxembourg stood up, her large jacket falling slightly. She watched him, her blue eyes staring with wonder. She laughed again, she didn't know why.
Russia was looking through a list that he had. It was of every country that was supposed to be at the World meetings. Everyone was supposed to have one. He looked for her, Luxembourg, but found she wasn't even on the list.
But, how was she not? He wondered. Maybe she was too young. Da, That had to be it.
He glanced over, seeing her staring at him over the couch. She giggled.
"Do you have anywhere to go?"
She shook her head. "Nien."
He stood there in quiet thought. He couldn't let get leave, she had nowhere, like Luxembourg said. He had to let her stay. Granted, there were other options, but he figured that they wouldn't be the best things to do.
"Well, I guess you'll have to stay with me for now."
Her face lit up. Stay? Really? She couldn't believe it! Russia walked over, picking Luxembourg up. "Donkashe!" she tried to hug him, only ending up burying her face in his shoulder.
As she stayed with Russia, he started to notice some things. When ever she talked, she tried to hide her accent. Which was odd. But he tried his best to ignore it. Wherever his sisters came over, he saw that she would look like she was getting bigger. Growing as a country, Russia guessed.
Ukraine liked her, telling him she was cute on multiple occasions. But Belarus, well, she glared at the little country, seeming to make her get smaller. Luxembourg, or Lux, she had told him, Didn't seem to care for Bela either. Whenever she came, Lux would swear in German under her breath.
Then, she just, disappeared. Russia got worried, and asked the Baltic's where she was, if they knew. Latvia and Estonia shook their heads, saying they hadn't seen Luxembourg all day.
"I saw her staring out the window in the kitchen, though," Lithuania had said.
Russia ran around, looking for any open window, open door, anything.
But he found nothing.
He sat down on his couch, like the first time he found her, exhausted. He crossed his arms, scared that she was gone. He crossed his arms, staring out the window, waiting. He sat there for who knows how long, almost asleep, when he heard a small knock.
He stood up quickly, rushing to the door. Opening it, he found something. Not Lux, but a piece of paper. The only words written on it were in scribbled handwriting, but it made Russia smile when he read it.
Thank You
-Lux
0-o-0
Lux was almost home. She smiled, but was very tired. After running the most of the way through Germany, she finally stumbled into her country. He stumbled around before realizing something terrible was happening. She walked around, seeing houses wrecked, rubble of statues, complete ruin.
Pain suddenly wracked through her, causing her to fall. Tears dropped onto the lenses of her glasses, she knew what was happening, why she ran.
The war. Germany was fighting France, and her country got caught in the crossfire. She wrapped her arms around her, slowly standing back up. She walked as slowly as she could, taking in the damage. She found her house, but heard whispers inside it. She looked through the window. Strange people were in there, possibly planning something. She ran off, the pain still vast. She found a small creek, sitting down next to it. Lux pulled her glasses off, cleaning them, placing them back on. How did this beautiful country, full of art and music, become a wasteland?
She closed her eyes and she did what she though she was good at.
She cried. She cried for days. And she sat there, forgotten in the battle. She sat there for years on end, getting weaker every day. The river ran strong, unaffected.
By now it was WWII, and Germany had attacked France again, and now it was Allies, as she had heard, America (Whoever that was), France, Britain, someone who everyone seemed to forget, and a scary man no one would tell her about. She returned to the creek, lying down and shutting her eyes.
Who was the mysterious scary man? And the guy everybody forgot?
She shook her head, her stomach rumbling loudly. She sat up, dipping her hands in the creek. She splashed her face with the cool water. Sighing, she sat back down, a strand of dirty blonde hair falling in her face. She tucked it back, looking around once more.
How long had she been here? Eleven, twelve years? Maybe longer. She just wanted her country back the way it was. She leaned back, staring at the night sky. She tried to smile at it's beauty, but could not. Despite her size and age, she was much more mature than most adults.
A tear rolled down her face. She had gotten smaller and smaller, wasting away.
She couldn't take this much longer.
0-o-0
He tapped his fingers on the conference table. He had stopped listening to America a while ago, and was waiting for him to finish. He was getting a major headache, wanting desperately to clear his head. Finally, America shut up, signalling the meeting was over.
He pulled on his jacket, running outside.
He felt bad for what happened to this country, wanting to help them after this was all said and done. He walked out behind the shack they had been using, looking up at the crisp night sky. He'd never seen this country in person, but Russia swore it was a little girl. He wasn't sure he believed him, but what did he know?
Well, he was England, and he knew a lot.
Farther out behind the shack was a small creek. It rebelled against the cold, running swiftly without looking frozen at all. Britain walked along side it, looking around at the thick forest behind it.
Crossing the stream, he headed partly into it. The quiet evening made it seem eerie, but fascinating at the same time. Walking deeper into it, he looked around frequently, letting himself get entranced by the forest. Then, it stopped. The enchanting lull of the forest stopped.
England spun around, trying to get his bearings. Slightly panicked, he turned in the direction he thought he was heading, thinking it would have to end soon. But to his horror, it didn't. So, turning around, he tried to retrace his steps.
After several minutes, he gave up. Exhausted, he slumped against a tree. England sighed, figuring he would find his way back in the morning.
He somehow slept, waking to find it was still dark as night. Checking his watch, he noted it was 9:30 in his country, so it was later here. How was it not light?
He found a small path leading away from him. Following that, he felt like a lost child, and a bit sick. Then the silence broke. Britain heard the rush of a river, or stream to be precise. But what he saw when he reached it scared him.
In a little hole by the river, he spotted a small girl, probably no younger than five. Her bones jutted out, making her appear dead of malnourished. Jumping over the stream, he rushed to her. He picked her up gently.
"My god." she didn't move, and was barely breathing. England ran her to the building they had been using, worried for the girl.
o-0-o
I don't own Hetalia. I totally wish I did.
But I don't. I only own the basic thought of Luxembourg.
Tee hee.
~ViraLayton