A/N : Okay, this is my first fanfiction in this fandom (though it isn't my very first fanfiction) and I'm a little bit nervous when I posted this... ummm yeah, well... I don't know if I can kept them in character though, but a little OOC-ness would be needed to fit the story.. so yeah... And I know, I should've working on my Call Of Duty fiction, but bear with me please?

And also I'd like to apologize for my grammatical error, since English isn't my first language, and I think I'll need beta-reader (Anyone up to this position?). And also, I'm sorry if there's someone who already have this idea before... I'm not trying to copy it... You see, I got this idea when I watched "Snow Queen" (2002) movie and I decided to make it as a plotline of Hetalia fanfiction. Feel free to criticize my work, but please; NO FLAME!

Now, on with the story!

Prologue

"About Her Mother and Rose Brooch"

Alice Kirkland was a beautiful little girl who lived in a big town, with her sunny blonde hair and her emerald eyes. She acted politely towards everyone which made no one hated her. She lived with her mother and her three brothers; Alastair, Caelian and Dylan. Her mother was the most beautiful woman in town, while her oldest brother; Alastair was the best musician. Caelian was good at cooking, and Dylan was very good at crafts. And for little Alice, she was the sweetest girl who loved gardening. Her favourite flower was rose. The red rose.

As today in a cold winter, the beautiful nine years old girl was playing alongside townspeople, enjoying the winter by skating on the frozen lake. They were laughing, and from the corner of her eyes, the girl could see Alastair played his clarinet expertly while his other friends played their own instrument. She could even hear Caelian sang along with Dylan. Her mother, wearing that beautiful red hood, waved at her and smiled. She waved back, and skated quickly to her mother to give her a tight embrace.

"Oh, my sweet girl, I have to leave now," said her mother.

"So soon?" asked Alice.

Dylan and Caelian finished their song quickly and walked up to their mother. Alastair joined them soon. He gave a brief hug for her mother and pecked her cheeks. Mrs. Kirkland smiled at her children fondly.

"Don't worry, sweethearts. I'll be back as soon as I can, okay? I won't be too long," said her mother. "I'll be back before your birthday party, sweet girl. How's that sound?"

"But my birthday is in a week!" said Alice. "It's too long, Mum…"

She gave them a light laugh and ruffled her only daughter's hair.

"No, you won't even realize it when I'm coming home," said Mrs. Kirkland. "And for you, boys, please don't be a burden. Alastair was helping with the Inn and I hope you guys would be a great help for him."

"Don't worry, Mum," said Dylan.

"Leave it to us," said Caelian. "And I'll make sure that Alastair wouldn't drunk himself to death."

"Shut up, git," said Alastair.

"Watch you words, Alastair," said Mrs. Kirkland. "I want Alice to grow up as a fine young lady, not a sailor."

"Sure, Mum," said Alastair. "Be careful. This is the dangerous time of the year. Watch out for wild animals and make sure you could find a shelter in case there is snowstorm; this is an unpredictable season though. One time you see the pale blue sky, suddenly it turns to be a snowstorm."

"I know sweety. Take care of the Inn, will you? I'll be back soon," said Mrs. Kirkland. "Now, I have to go." She climbed up her white horse, Sultan, with a little help from Alastair. Alice watched her mother and smiled. "Don't worry, Sweet girl, I'll be back soon." She patted her cheek and spurred her horse to the forest. Alice smiled and waved her mother goodbye before she went back to the lake.

Alastair smiled slightly at his friends and they played the next song. Caelian and Dylan started to sing again.

It's been thirty minutes since she left the town, and the forest was white, covered in snow. She loved winter. She always had. The cold, the beautiful white and bright snow… She glanced up to see the pale blue sky, but instead, she found the wind had rise up and the snow started to fall. It turned out to be a snow storm. She tried to calm herself down, but it seemed like Sultan was panic. Is there something in the snow?

"Calm down, Sultan…" she whispered at her horse "Calm down. Nothing to fear, it's just wind." But the beautiful white creature refused to calm down and kept moving furiously. Mrs. Kirkland patted her horse's head, in order to calm it, but seemed like her effort was useless. "Come on, good boy… Come on Sultan," she whispered.

She looked around her, though she couldn't see past the storm. All was white, and she couldn't see anything. Not the tree, not the path. She started to panic. Sultan kept moving frantically.

When she saw her; that woman, stood there, in the middle of the storm, as if the snowflakes were gathering, and become solid. She had the platinum blonde hair, almost white, with a glittering tight white dress. She wore diamonds on her necklace, earrings and rings on her fingers. She was beautiful indeed, but also frightening. Her cold eyes and beautiful pale cheeks was lack of expression as she kept staring at Mrs. Kirkland coldly.

She didn't say anything. But her glare made Mrs. Kirkland fell, boneless from her horse. Her red robe was covered with the white snow, as the storm started to picking up. Sultan ran frantically, leaving its owner, for its own safety.

Mrs. Kirkland didn't even dare to scream.

As the white woman came closer.

And closer…

"Your brother's so good with his clarinet!" said a woman as she talked to little Alice Kirkland. She smiled at the good lady.

"Of course. But unfortunately, Alastair could be so bad when he was drunk. I remembered this certain night when he…" Alice started to tell the story, while the woman kept listening to her. Even though she had thick weird eyebrows, it didn't make her look ugly. Instead, it suited her and made her look adorable. And as all the Kirklands, Alice had these mesmerizing emerald eyes. As green as the forest, but deep as a sea. She was quite a beautiful lady.

And Alastair was so proud of his sister. Even if he didn't show his affection as often as his two other brothers, but you could easily guess that Alastair loved her most. Since they father were gone, Alastair had to take the responsibility to take care of their mother and her siblings. He helped her mother to run the Inn (which was called White Bear Inn by the way) and other things. He was twenty two now, and he surely capable of taking care of things. Including his sweet little sister.

But it was always bad in this time in winter. Since they lived in the big town near the mountains, the snowstorm kept coming and they have to close the Inn for several times this year. This was a tough time in this year.

But suddenly, Alastair stopped playing his clarinet as he looked across the frozen lake. Dylan and Caelian stared at their brother before following his gaze. And they stood there, as their blood ran cold.

When she heard the music had stop, Alice looked across the lake, and she saw it.

It was Sultan, her mother's beautiful white horse. But she couldn't see her mother. The music stopped. The townspeople looked at the horse. It kept prancing towards them, but the owner was gone.

They made a search party to find her. Until the dusk, they kept yelling her name. Alastair led the search, kept yelling for his mother. They kept searching with a lantern in their hands, searching through the snow covered forest. Alice held Dylan's hand tightly. Beside her, Caelian held the lantern. He was too, yelling for his mother.

"Mrs. Kirkland!"

"Mum!"

Suddenly Alastair ran towards a big tree. There was something covered in snow! He quickly dug the snow until he found something; a dark green blanket that he knew belonged to his mother. Alice, Dylan and Caelian came to his side, as they watched the thick fabric in their older brother's hands. None of them said something about the fabric, until someone came to Alastair.

"We have to give up the search for tonight, Alastair, otherwise someone else would be gone too," said him. He was the major of the city.

"No," said Alastair, a little out of breath, "I'm not leaving." He stood up and faced the townspeople behind him and yelled, "Go home! Dylan, take Alice home with you! Now everybody, go home!" He glared at the major, and in a low growl, he whispered "I'm not leave her here!"

The major only raised his brows as Alastair went further into the woods, until he couldn't see the glimpse of his lantern anymore. He managed to escort the rest of Kirklands into their house in the town and made sure that they were save, and let a few townspeople take care of them.

Elizaveta Hedervary was one of them who quickly hug the little Alice to comfort her. Dylan and Caelian stood there.

"Alice… oh dear…" she whispered in relieve. "Boys, where's Alastair?" she asked the siblings.

"He stayed in the forest," said Caelian. "He ordered us to go home."

"Nonsense! I'll back to the forest. I can't let him searched into the woods alone!" said Dylan. It wasn't usual for her brother (except for Alastair) to lost his patience. This was the first time, Alice saw Dylan's anger.

"No. He asked us to take care of Alice," said Caelian. "He would be fine…"

"But that was what Mum said before she left! And now, look what happened!" said Dylan. "Bollocks, I'll go!"

Dylan took off, after gave Alice a quick peck on her cheeks. She almost burst out in tear as she watched her brother gone.

"Hey, you twit! Get back here!" Caelian shouted at his brother. "Fuck! Liza, can you take care of Alice? I'll found that stupid brothers of mine."

"But—" Alice started, but Caelian "shush"-ed her and smiled.

"Don't worry. We'll be back."

With those words, he took off towards the edge of the town, leaving Alice and Liza. Her small hand clutched tightly at her dress, hoping his brother would be alright.

"Come on, sweetheart, let's go inside. We need to get you warm," said the woman.

Alice let the woman led her into the Inn, and sat her down in one of the couch. Liza prepared some thick blanket and pillow for Alice to use in front of the fireplace since the girl refused to sleep in her own room.

"Liza, will Mum be okay?" she asked her quietly.

"Don't worry, sweetie, they would find her," said Liza as she hugged the poor girl.

They waited, until morning came.

In the morning, they continued the search. They yelled, and yelled for Mrs. Kirkland, through the snowy forest. The thick snow made it almost impossible to walk though they kept trying. Alice ran furiously to the forest, yelling for mother.

Alastair, Dylan and Caelian, they were all exhausted. Alastair's voice had gone hoarse since the shouting and yelling that he did last night overwhelmed him. Their voice was almost whispered as they tried to push themselves further. They hadn't found her yet. She was missing.

But little Alice kept running, until she stopped.

They were some crowds of townspeople gathered around, and this attracted the girl's attention. She looked at their mourning face. All of them didn't speak a thing. This made the girl more curious. She ran towards the crowds and pushed her way through. But the next scene was the worst for her. She could feel a hand holding her little shoulder as she looked at the figure.

The red robe… her sunny blonde hair and her green eyes… Her skin was pale, due to the temperature and half of her body was covered and buried into the snow. What made her felt sick was…

When she looked into those dead green eyes.

"Mummy?" she asked, felt her voice was slightly trembling.

Alastair, Caelian and Dylan ran towards the crowds. They pushed their way through, and stood beside their sister as they took in the view. None of them could say a word. Alastair could feel the tears flowing from his eyes. It was almost rare to see the man crying, but he did now.

There was lying the dead body of their mother, and beside her, there was her brooch, her so-called famous rose brooch. Now, it wasn't warm any longer. It was as cold as the late owner whose now, lied there, breathless.

Alastair hugged his siblings tightly. Alice already burst into tears and now hiding her face in her brother's jacket. She couldn't see it… She couldn't see it…

She let the tears flown from her eyes.

After that, Alastair was never being the same.

None of them were being the same.

A/N : Okay, that was the prologue. Feel free to leave your review. Should I continue this story? Should I stop? Should I delete it? Anyway, if don't have much good review though, I considered by discontinue it or simply delete it (no I'm not threatening you. That's Russia's job).

Anyway, please, review :D