The Garden
Prologue

'Oh, oh. I really wanted that thing.
I just want to sing: I love you baby.
Won't you bring all the flowers you find out in the garden?
Don't tell me the truth that your heart has hardened.'
- The Garden by Mirah

Dark brown locks were tied back as he glanced out at the frozen wasteland in his backyard. He couldn't wait until summer rolled around, when he could go ahead and plant the garden like his parents used to when he, his little brother, and little sister were young. He remembered planting many gorgeous flowers, all in an assortment of colors, and waiting until they bloomed into a rainbow sea, with every color in the rainbow and beyond. Now, only yellow flowers remained, and in a sea of yellow, lived one red.

He could see the falling snow falling onto the dying flowers, and some of the flowers that lasted so late into the season. He smiled, and couldn't help but think, Mother would be proud. He maneuvered over to his desk, and opened a drawer, pulling out a picture.

How pretty she was. She was their rock, and she was their light. Silky black hair that was always left down, never pulled up, no matter how annoyed she got when working in the factories. Big, bright eyes the color of chocolate, and beautiful, olive colored skin that made her look absolutely perfect. He smiled, and said, 'Mother, I promise, I will keep us safe.'

He set the picture down, and then turned back to the window, and he froze. Outside, there was a figure, kneeling down by the dying flowers, picking up the dead ones. He couldn't make it out as the snow was falling heavily, and the sun was setting as it was winter, but he was afraid that this person would ruin the living flowers.

He flew downstairs, and knocked over his young sister, and dashed outside. 'Hey you!'

The figure stood, their back to him, and they started to walk away. 'Hey!' he screamed. 'Aiyaa!' he groaned in frustration, and started to trudge after the stranger. 'I'm talking to you!'

The figure turned, and through the snow, he could make out slight curves, and long hair. The person was female, and she waved toward him. 'Hey! Come back!' he called, and began to walk toward her, but he tripped over a hidden rock, and fell face first into the snow.

'Yao!'

'Brother?' He felt his body being lifted from the could ground, and he looked over to where the female had stood. 'Yao, are you okay?'

'Where is she?' Yao asked, his amber irises wide in shock as he turned to his black haired brother, and he peered around him to look at his sister. 'Jiao Long!' he began to shake his younger brother, and dark brown eyes narrowed.

'There was no one here.' Being pushed away, Jiao Long watched as his elder brother walked over to where she had been standing and walking.

There were no footprints.

'Yao?' questioned the brown haired sister, her hazel orbs narrowed in confusion. 'Yao?'

'Never mind, Lu Chu.' Walking toward her, he brushed snow off himself. 'Can you make us some tea, please, Lu?' The female nodded, adjusting her lotus shaped clip, and slowly walking toward the small house. Jiao Long looked over at his brother, a questionable look on his face.

'Are you sure you saw someone?'

'Positive.' The brothers followed their sister, and Yao turned around, noticing that the sole red flower that was amongst the yellow ones was missing.

How peculiar.

Hetalia belongs to Himurua.
I own Lu Chu, aka Macau.

So, this is my first Hetalia fic. I'm just kind of messing around with a plot, and some characterization.

ChuRo is my Yaoi OTP, and I love me a Fem!Russia. I'm kind of going with a 'Black Swan'-esque plot here, and some kind of unhappy romance.

This story will have gender bending, yaoi, yuri, het, OCs, and probably a lot of other things.

So far, the only pairings I've established are ChuFem!Ro, EstUkr, and PolFem!Liet. Oh, yeah, don't like it? In the words of Romano, "Suck my balls, you dumb potato eater." *is not eating potatoes as she types that*It's my story, so… yeah.

- Rhea