So this is the beginning to the story My Heaven, it's a college AU, no countries just humans and very very Russia centric. I tried to keep the characters themselves as much as possible but humans and college may make them slightly different. Some charcters will have short little appearances while others are a bit more important. I do not own Hetalia I just own the idea behind this story and Amara. Now without any further ado the first chapter of My Heaven!~
"Moi nebesa" the words had appeared across her shoulder one day the tattoo was a deep blue color, a lock shaped like a heart and the words swirled around it,and Amara stared at it. "So what this is it? The last words of my supposed soul mate and they aren't even in English." She muttered to herself and her mother tutted from across the kitchen. "Be grateful my dear it means that maybe you will have some adventures in your life." Amara looked to her mother, she wore an apron that was much to large for her and hands trembled everytime she lifted her mug of herbal tea.
Amara could see her mother looking to her own tattoo forlorn. Amara never could quite tell the placement of the tattoo as these marks were invisible other than to the one who carried it. But she noticed her mother would rub her wrist when her father was mentioned. The last words Amaras father had spoken to her mother. "You are my forever."
That was the way the mark worked for soulmates. They were the last words your true love would ever speak to you, there was no way to break the bond between a pair of soulmates. It was said that the bond remained so you could find each other even in death. Amara scratched at the letters in agitation, she wasn't interested in having that kind of tie to another person. She had to take care of her mother and this stupid tattoo was a distraction.
"Eat your lunch dear." Amaras mother said placing a plate of pasta and meatballs in front of her. She stared at it dejectedly she hadn't felt like eating since the mark had appeared the day before. Something about it unnerved and perturbed her. But for her mother's sake she would eat, she didn't need her mom worrying about her more than she had to already.
"So when do you have to be at school? I want to make sure all your laundry gets done before you leave." Her mother said sitting at the small oak table, placing her now empty mug down. "Don't worry about the laundry mom. I should be helping you out while I'm home." Her mother gave a small smile. "It's alright you're a smart girl. You're going to do great things one day Amara." Her mother said very seriously and Amara shrugged. "So long as all college works out." Amara stood up grabbing her gray messenger bag. "I've got work in an hour. Is there anything you need before I leave?" She wanted to do more for her mom she had to go back to school in two days. "No that's OK just drive safe."
The drive to work was uneventful aside from the man,he must've been at least eighty years old, going 45 on the highway. She finally pulled into Springfield Public Library, she grabbed her bag and quickly locked her '67 Imapala rushing in the doors. She was exactly ten minutes late, it was Sunday which meant Roderich Edelstein was working the front desk. Amara knew instantly that Roderich was going to give her grief, complain about his damn piano lessons and being late again and leave Amara with a bunch of work that 'just couldn't get done'.
"Where have you been I had to leave ten minutes ago! You're always late and I always tell you I can't be working past the scheduled times! I have to prepare for my lessons, look at all the work that doesn't get done!" Amara nodded barely paying attention as she loaded up the returns to the book cart. "Young lady are you even listening to me?!" snapped in his harshly accented voice and Amara nodded still not turning to face hin. "It's fine you can go home now have a great night!" She said in a chipper voice and she quickly strode away with the cart.
She reached the back of the fiction book stacks and began putting them away. She moved from shelf to shelf in all the different sections until the cart was empty. When she returned to the desk had long since departed. Amara plopped down on the comfortable swivel chair behind the computer and grabbed her Anthropology book from her bag. The library night shift was usually fairly quite. A few college kids sat at tables studying silently. Winter break was going to be over soon, the Spring semester meant finals particularly difficult finals for those graduating in the coming months.
As she was writing notes she heard someone clear their throat slightly and she look up. "Can I help you sir?" The man was very tall and his hair was obviously color treated, it was almost a grayish silver but he didn't look any older than 30. "Da, I am looking for books on" he looked down to a crumpled post it note. "Algebra and Western History." He had a thick Russian accent that makes his words come out a bit rough, he looked back up to Amara. "You can help find these books for me?" He asked holding out the note to her expectantly. Amara nodded grabbing the note, the handwriting was messy but legible. "Follow me." Amara gave the tall man a smile and came out from behind the desk.
The library desk was lifted slightly from the floor so when Amara came from behind it she realized just how much this man dwarfed her. He was at least 6'4 if not taller, Amara was 5'4 and while she was used to being smaller than most people it was never by this made her feel somewhat uncomfortable, as she began to walk she heard him following behind her slowly. The dull click of her black leather boots hitting the linoleum was the only sound she could hear.
"Row 36 and..." Amara walked across the row of books her finger ghosting across the spines. "Section 118. There's Algebra now I'm assuming you're a senior?" She asked as she pulled out the bulky book carefully rearranging the others. The man, who Amara realized was staring at her very intensely or at least in her direction. "Sir?" His amethyst eyes snapped back into focus. "Ah yes I graduate soon." He said as he turned to look around at all the books, suddenly avoiding looking in her general direction. "OK so this is the best book for that class. It's newer and more up to date. If you're lucky someone from last year's grad class hid an answer key in here." She handed him the book and he stated at her incredulously as he took it from her hands. "Answer Key?" He asked with an eyebrow arched slightly and Amara nodded tucking a stray strand of her chestnut colored hair behind her ear. "Yeah sometimes kids will mark the things you're most likely to see on the test. This book has only been here two years which means it's been here through." Amara quickly did out the math. "Four graduations. So with any luck any one of them will have used this and left you some help. barely changes his tests from class to class." He nodded looking impressed with her knowledge on the subject. "Thank you. This is...helpful. You are with school?"
It took Amara a second to understand what he meant. "Oh like a teacher? No no no, I'm a student I just work at the library. I'm set to graduate come Summer." The man nodded silently and Amara moved to get the other book, which was located in the stacks directly behind the unnerving Russian. She grabbed the book and handed it to him. "If you need anything else I'll be at my desk." She gave him a small smile and turned to walk away. "What is your name?" He asked quickly and Amara turned around mid stride. "Amara, my name's Amara Corriander." She said and stared at him expectantly, when he merely stared at her not offering his own name Amara went back to her desk. 'What a peculiar man.' She thought as she tapped away at the library computer checking a bin of books back in to the system.
As she worked, the odd encounter quickly forgotten, the time flew by and it was time to close. " You're good to lock up alone Mara?" Arthur, a polite British man, who worked in Archives on the third floor who Amara rarely spoke with, asked as he made his way out for the night. His tan coat was swaddled tightly around him, his Umbrella ready for the onslaught of rain falling outside. "Yup I'm good. Did the security guard do his rounds before he left?" She asked and Arthur shrugged in an 'I don't know' fashion. "Just head home I got it covered have a good night." She said and Arthur nodded opening his umbrella as he went to exit the doors. Rain poured down in sheets and lightening cracked across the sky fierce and quick followed by the roar of thunder. "Stay safe Ms. Amara, have a pleasant evening." With a slam of the doors Amara was alone. This was her favorite part of the job, all these books in almost complete silence would have been a the large building still gave her a slightly eerie feeling this late into the night even after working here for two years. As she punched out her time card she began flicking off light switches. She made her way to the front doors holding the keys in her hand when she noticed a coat hanging off of a computer chair. She could just see it from behind the stacks. "Excuse me?" She made her way to the desk, not being able to see if someone occupied the chair with the angle of the shelf.
She saw a young woman her head laid on a notebook filled with notes and an open book laid out near her head. Amara tapped her shoulder and she roused her eyes screamed of exhaustion. "It's closing time. Do you have a way to get home?" Amara asked and she nodded as she adjusted the clips in her short blonde hair. "Yeah thanks." She said groggily as she stood from the desk shrugging on her coat, Amara couldn't help but notice the missing top two buttons of her jacket. From the size of her chest she figured she knew why they were missing.
Amara saw the young woman to her car and made her way to her Impala. She climbed in and started it up pulling out of the lot and quickly making her way home.
By the time she got there it was already nine and her mother was in bed asleep. Amara made her way to her room, figuring she would forgo a shower at the moment. Her room was rather plain, when she had moved she had taken everything with her. Now it was just a bed, a small dresser, and desk which held her laptop and some books. She had an apartment closer to school and work. She missed staying with her mother so for half of her off period she had lived with her. She made stops by her place to grab things as she needed them, which thankfully wasn't often as it took her over and hour to get there and back. As she crawled into bed and settled in for the night her mind wandered back to the odd Russian from earlier. He said he was in his last year of school yet Amara had never seen him before. It was entirely plausible that he attended another college in the area. Springfield Community College wasn't the best college around he may have gone to one of the fancier schools. But he hadn't corrected her when she'd mentioned , whose class she had taken in her first year at school. As her mind wandered she slowly drifted off into sleep.
Whoo we have reached an end to the first chapter of My Heaven! Please leave a review if you like the beginning it's going to pick up pace pretty quickly and I want to make sure everyone likes how it progresses! Reychan out!