I do not own Hetalia. At all.
"Big broootherrr!" Natalia cooed at the cowering man before her. He was curled up on the cold ground, his hands trying desperately to shield his head from his terrifying sister. He was in a sort of upright fetal position, his knees tucked up underneath his broad torso, his weight being held mostly on the balls of his feet. Natalia stood over Ivan's shaking body, her knife drawn, only able to see his back and his large hands over his head. She smiled evilly. "Big brother, let's become one!" she suggested in a tone which, for her was cheerful, but for everyone else sounded more along the lines of psychotic.
"Please go away!" he responded, his voice stricken with fear. Natalia, used to his response, huffed and walked out the door, but not before reminding Ivan that he belonged to her. And no one else.
She stood quietly outside her brother's bedroom door. Why did he have to be such a jerk all the time? She couldn't understand it. Was she really so repulsive? She seemed to remember Ivan calling her pretty not too long ago. So what was the problem? All she wanted was to marry her wonderful big brother! Was that too much to ask?
Sighing, she headed off to her bedroom to think of ways that she could get Ivan to love her. Turning a corner in the hallway, she noticed Toris coming in her direction. Oh great she thought. Here comes my brother's annoying little lackey. Why, oh why, couldn't he just leave her alone?
She kept walking, entirely prepared to ignore the brunet completely aside from a hateful glance when, as she knew he would, he greeted her cheerily. But, to her mild surprise, he did not greet her. He did not even notice her. She smiled inwardly at this pleasant change. It was so nice not to be bothered. Turning a corner through the cold hallway, she came face-to-face with her bedroom door and went inside. Natalia frowned when the light did not switch on as she tried it. Damned lightbulbs, always burning out.
Knowing that she was not tall enough to change it and that Ivan would never (willingly) set foot in her "lair" (as he so lovingly called it), she decided to ask for (demand) the help of the next tallest person in the house. "Estonia!" she screeched. Seconds later, a red-faced and panting Eduard came to her doorway.
"Yes, Miss?" he managed to wheeze out.
"Change this lightbulb," she ordered bluntly. Eduard's eyes swiveled up to the spent lightbulb, then back to Natalia, who was looking impatient with a hand on her hip.
"Of course, Miss," he said as politely as he could while gasping for oxygen. With that, he promptly darted out the door to find a replacement.
Satisfied, Natalia strolled over to her bed and sat down. Oh, she did so enjoy tormenting those pathetic Baltics. They were nearly as terrified of her as they were of Ivan, so whatever she asked of them was generally obeyed quickly and without questions.
At that moment, Eduard came back in, still breathing heavily, but this time clutching a lightbulb. "Hurry up," Natalia deadpanned.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Belarus," Eduard apologized, still breathless. Natalia waved her hand dismissively and sat back, waiting for the blond to finish his job. She wondered idly what Ivan was doing at that moment. Hopefully realizing how much really loved his darling little sister.
Natalia's mind took off, imagining what would surely happen soon. Ivan would realize his awful mistake and come running to his little sister, begging for an apology. She would smile at him sweetly and immediately forgive him and– then what? Suddenly, her imagination was stuck. What do people usually do when they realize that they are in love? Kiss? She tried to bring the image up in her head. She could not do it. Oh, well. They were not like most people, anyways. Their love was obviously much deeper.
Being so caught up in her thoughts, Natalia had not even noticed that Eduard had finished, turned the light on, and left, shaking his head at his mistress' easily swayed attention as he closed the door behind him.
Natalia looked up, finding her room empty. As always. She sighed and flopped backwards on her bed, clutching her soft blanket in her dainty fists. She stared up at the ceiling and saw Ivan's violet eyes staring back at her. She smiled fondly at the poster. Natalia had a total of sixty-seven pictures of her brother in her bedroom, only nine of which were taken with his permission. Many of them were of him sleeping, his face peaceful and most likely dreaming of the sunflowers he loved so much. A few were of him in the shower, washing his hair or his body. But most of them were blurry or from the back where Natalia had had to sneak up on the huge country, otherwise he would simply cower and spend the next hour in his room, shivering.
She rolled over on her side and looked at a particularly old painting on the far wall. It was from the old days, when Katushya was still raising Ivan and Natalia. It was painted only a few months after Ivan had been given his scarf. His scarf which he loved more than his little sister. Natalia cringed.
She remembered posing for the painting. It had taken much too long for her tastes, and Ivan had kept trying to wiggle closer to Katushya, not trusting Natalia not to kill him. The painter had not failed to notice this. In the picture, Natalia saw herself only a few centuries old, staring gloomily out, her pale face looking very much like porcelain. Ivan stood next to her, but was staring at her in horror, clinging to his older sister's arm, hoping for protection. Katushya, however, was staring absent-mindedly at something else in the room.
Daydreaming was a trait which Natalia and her sister shared. Although she was quite sure that their daydreams were astronomically different. Katushya was weak and naive. She knew little of the world. At the smallest problem she would burst into tears. Natalia found her ridiculous. And it was NOT because Ivan loved Katushya more. No, it was because she was so immature and frail. Two things which Natalia absolutely was not.
Natalia sighed again. How could her big brother hate her? It's not as if she ever actually hurt him. Sure, there was that one time when she had caught him with Gilbert, but that was entirely his fault. She told him often enough that he belonged to her, so why on Earth would he try to be with someone else? It was completely beyond her. Besides, he wasn't hurt that badly. He was only in the hospital for a few weeks! No big deal. Gilbert had had it worse, she remembered with a snicker. Stupid Prussian, getting in her way. He should really have known better.
"U-um... Miss B-Belarus?" came a timid voice from behind the door.
Natalia's eyes darted to the door. How she hated being interrupted. Oh, well. Might as well make Raivis wet himself. She quickly walked to the door and flung it open, putting on her most terrifying face. "What is it, Latvia?" She hissed down at the pathetic country, her voice like ice and steel.
Raivis visibly paled and shook more than usual. Whimpering when her gaze did not soften, he appeared to be extremely close indeed to wetting himself. Natalia smiled inwardly at his weakness. "L-L-Lithuania i-i-is c-c-c-calling f-for you, M-M-Miss, B-Be-Bela-"
"Oh, shut up," she cut him off, (and most likely finishing the job of making him soil himself) and stalked into the hallway. So much for not being bothered. When would that idiot realize that she was not interested? Shaking her head at her housemate's stupidity, she walked moodily to Toris' office, since that was most likely where he was.
As she opened the door, she was surprised to see not Toris, but Ivan. Peering in through a cracked door, she saw that he was not alone. He was talking to a tall woman with short blonde hair, a red headband pulling it up out of her eyes. She was focusing on Ivan as he spoke. Something about chocolate. Natalia's eyes narrowed dangerously. Who in the hell was this woman and why was she staring at Ivan. Her Ivan? She glared for a second more before deciding to scare the slut senseless.
Sneaking up behind Ivan expertly, she pulled out her knife. (For intimidation purposes. Mostly.) Popping up behind him at just the right moment, she stared menacingly into the woman's eyes. "He is mine," she hissed threateningly. In response, Ivan jumped in absolute terror, trying to cover as much of his body as was possible with his hands and scarf. But Natalia just continued to glare evilly at the stranger. "What do you want?" she demanded as Ivan simply cowered in the corner. Much to Natalia's surprise, the woman smiled at her. Smiled at her!
"Oh, you must be Belarus!" she said cheerfully. Her voice was like honey- soft and gentle and sweet.
Natalia's eyes narrowed again. "I said, what do you want?"
"Oh I was just telling Russia here that my chocolates could help rid him of the cold!" the woman chirped airily. Chocolates? Who in the hell was this, a girl scout?
"Who are you?" Natalia growled.
The woman's smile grew, showing straight, white teeth. "I'm Belgium!" she declared proudly. Belgium, huh? She had definitely never met this woman before, but Natalia was sure that she had seen her once or twice at world conferences and such.
"Well, Belgium," she pronounced the name of the country with contempt. "I suggest that you leave before I hurt you very badly indeed." At the word badly, Natalia's eyes glinted menacingly.
Natalia was shocked when Belgium only laughed in response. Who the hell did this woman think that she was, laughing at her? "Right, right. I'm sorry. I'll just leave then," Belgium replied, still giggling a bit. Belarus watched the woman go, utterly confused as to what had just happened. Why did she laugh at her? That didn't make any sense. Natalia was quite sure that she was terrifying, so why would she be amusing to this woman? Did she have something strange on her face? She put a hand up to her face to check, but she did not feel anything. She shifted her gaze to the far wall which contained a small mirror. No. Nothing on her face at all. So why-?
"Please don't hurt me!" came Ivan's voice from the floor. Natalia looked down at the shivering mass in the corner. Who was-? Oh, right. She had forgotten that he was in the room. Wait, what? She had forgotten that Ivan, her Ivan was in the room? How strange. Generally speaking, she knew where he was at every moment. She shrugged and leaned down to "comfort" her older brother.
"Big brother, I would never hurt you," she said icily, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
When he felt his sister's hand, he immediately jumped up and fled. "Noooo!" he yelled as he ran from the room, utterly terrified, his arms waving frantically as he got away. Natalia stared after her brother, slightly annoyed that he would be so negatively affected by such a small, soft touch. Honestly, she was just trying to be nice to him! She had even said that she wouldn't hurt him. How cruel. She dismissed the thought and decided to head back to her room. She was no longer in the mood to listen to the idiot declaring his love for her. Again.
Oh no. Poor Latvia. Rate and review please!