God Damnit! I have a passion for AUs nowadays, I dunno why! My SpaBel sensation was tinkling, so this was born in an English class while teaching about the relationships between siblings and hoodlums.
Disclaimer – I don't own Hetalia. Big surprise, I know…
Alice – Belgium
Lars – Netherlands
On with the story!
Another day passed with no sign of brother…
Alice sighed and hugged her jacket tightly to her chest, hoping to reduce the cold that was enveloping her. 9 'o' clock in the night was really not the time for a girl to go wandering along the streets, but to Alice, it was necessarily important. Even if she suffered the bone-chilling cold, it didn't matter one bit to her, because she had gone to her brother's favorite tree house to go place his favorite wine bottle in hopes of his coming back, and it helped to lift her sad spirits up a bit.
As Alice walked along the lane, the memory of Lars opening the door and saying that he'll be right back was still fresh in her mind. He gave her a goodbye kiss and was gone, and that was the last time she ever saw him. That was 8 months ago. Now, Alice lived all by herself, mourning the loss of her brother.
Lars was a heavy drinker. Naturally, the Police concluded his missing to that he might have been dizzy and got hit by a van after he got drunk. The very thought frightened Alice, but when they said that there were no casualties anywhere, she was relieved.
The other fact that the Police suspected was that her brother might have been taken hostage by the Mafia gang which was internationally infamous. With an all-in-all count of 178 crimes, which consisted of 110 robberies, 16 murders, and 52 money counterfeits, the Police had tried to catch them but to no avail. They never left fingerprints, never made any sound while they did the crime, went pass the security cameras by placing virus into it so that it showed the same image over and over, even sprayed the room with a strong perfume so that the dogs can't catch the smell, and try as they might, the Police could never catch their spies. They work they did was as simple and easy as cleaning a room.
Alice shivered at the thought. What if he really was taken by the Mafia? What if she never saw him again? What if they …?
So conversed was she with her thoughts that she did not see the time had passed and she had reached her house. Taking the brass key from her coat pocket, she was about to insert it to the lock, when she noticed something.
The door was unlocked.
Alice's eyes widened. She did recall locking the door before she went out. 'How did it….?' She hyper-ventilated. Had someone entered her house?
Alice made no second thoughts. She opened the door and barged in. Taking a knife from the kitchen counter, she armed herself and looked around. The lights were still on. The room was as she had left it. Nothing was stolen, nor was there any sign of life. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Locking the door, she removed her jacket, scarf and hat, and placed it on her cloth-hanger. Yawning loudly, she decided to go to bed without any dinner to catch up her lost sleep she had missed yesterday when she had been doing excess work. She opened her bedroom, and, without even bothering to change into night clothes, she slumped onto her bed. Feeling the soft fabric of the bed sheets she was lying on, her eyelids threatened to fall down and coaxed her to fall asleep. She was about to enter Dreamland when….
"Your bedroom's quite nice, senorita Alice."
Alice shot up. Muttering curses in both Belgian and English, she looked around, alarmed. Who, in the name of Hell, had entered her house, and dared to wake her up in this time of night? Her eyes widened again.
There, in the faint light of the moon, she traced the silhouette of a figure sitting in her computer chair, legs crossed.
"W….Who the hell are you?" Alice was petrified, as she noticed that the person was not definitely a girl, "And….and how did you k…know my name?"
She heard the intruder chuckle and got up from his place, and approached her.
"Why, everyone knows your name, Alice Van Willigen."
Alice's breath hitched in her throat. She could feel the intruder approach her with small but steady steps, and as he stepped into a part of the room where the moonlight was shone most, she finally saw him. Tanned skin, messy black hair, and forest green eyes that stared right through her. She gasped.
"Antonio."
The said person chuckled again. Alice froze as the Mafia Boss gently lifted her chin up to meet his eyes.
"You are as beautiful and brilliant as your brother said you were, Alice."
Alice's eyes shot up with anger and revenge. "You! You took him away!" She exclaimed and pushed him harshly, and grabbing the knife kept in her reading table, she threatened it in front of his face. "I demand to know what you did to my brother!"
"Is everything alright there, Antonio?" Another voice came up from her roof.
Antonio glanced at her before replying. "Ms. Van Willigen is not….. the most understanding woman, Alfred."
She heard Alfred groan. "Should I come in there as well?"
"That won't be necessary, I'll tell her everything." He was telling this as though it was a piece of cake issue. "And we can go home peacefully and with no hard feelings."
Alice made a disgusted sound. She going with this goon? Not in this lifetime!
She raised her knife and prepared to strike into the Boss' chest while he was not looking. But as she lowered it, suddenly she felt a hand stopping her.
"No weaponry, Alice." He mock-reprimanded, and his grip on her increased by the second. Try as she might, she couldn't wriggle or squirm it out.
"Now be a good girl, and place it somewhere you won't try to attack me again." He said as he turned her.
Alice could do nothing but to obey if she valued her life. Tears threatened to fall down, and she unwillingly surrendered and placed her knife on the cupboard.
"Now, that's a disciplined girl." He whispered huskily into her ear, which made shivers go down her spine, "And listen to me carefully before you get any misinterpretations."
"And what is that? To go with you and sell me as a sex slave?" She asked, valiantly.
Antonio clearly did not like that answer. She could tell that by the grip on her wrists that was tightening as a punishment to her.
"Your brother has actually sent me here." He was outwardly calm.
"How could that be? You gangsters killed him!"
"For God's sake Fernandez!" Alfred exclaimed from above. "Get the girl and let's get going! The police is about to make its patrols now!"
Antonio turned to her after he heard Alfred's exclamation. "You hear that? We have not much time."
Alice turned towards him so that she was facing him in the eye. "I will never come with you."
"But it's insane! Lars is alive, and we did not kill him or keep him hostage as the damned Police must've told you. He is a member of our group."
Alice's eyes widened. She kept chanting to herself that this was wrong. It was wrong! Her dear brother would never do anything like that!
"No!" She yelled. "You're lying! Lars would never do such a thing! He's not a gangster!"
Antonio's eyes suddenly softened at the innocence portrayed by the girl. She was so pure, so… unknowing to all the power and infamous glory held by her loved brother. She would as much give up all of this just to spend one day with him. Loyalty and fraternity was the only things she held in her mind.
"I believe it's the hard truth, senorita…" He said softly, as he pulled her into an awkward hug and proceeded to place a stray blonde hair from her forehead. He found it extremely hard to take her with them, and then to corrupt her so innocent soul, so oblivious to knowing what crimes her brother and his group mates did everyday. "You must come with us, and trust me with my own life, your brother's heart will crush if you won't…."
She was in a dilemma. Hundreds of unanswered questions crossed her mind. Should she go with them? Was Lars really in their hands? Was Antonio telling the truth?
Maybe. Maybe he is.
"You're…..telling the truth?"
Antonio nodded.
"Then I'm coming with you." She said sadly.
Antonio smiled and gently lifted her chin again, this time to claim her bright red lips as his own, but then suddenly….
"Don't you dare touch her."
He froze and looked at the window sill. Another silhouette, this time guaranteed a female, was sitting with some sort of thing in her hand, possibly a weapon, and her glaring eyes was clearly not inviting and could pierce a hole through you. She had a black jacket, possibly to meld with the night surroundings, along with a short black skirt, black stockings and black gloves. She gracefully jumped onto her room, and with no warning, struck the Mafia Boss with one blow of her weapon, which turned out to be a frying pan. He was out cold in a second. Victoriously, she then turned to Alice.
"Alice Van Willigen, I presume?"
Alice nodded nervously. She felt the girl smile and pat her cheek friendly.
"Elizaveta Hedervary. Pleasure to meet you."
The former's eyes widened as the latter made some sort of whistling sound with her tongue and within moments, a silver-haired beauty arrived from the window, a knife held alert in her hand.
"What did I miss? Did brother come?"
"Nothing much, Natalya. Just knocked out old Antonio here, and no, Ivan didn't come."
Natalya sighed as she tucked her knife onto her black stocking garter, and nimbly entered the room. Alice noticed that her dress was the same as Elizaveta's but she had a garter and no gloves. She also noticed that she had a heavy Russian accent even though she spoke English fluently. Natalya looked around and inspected it, and then finally rested her eyes upon Alice. Her stare, Alice thought, was even more deathly than Elizaveta's and could burn you right then and there.
"Is this the girl?" She asked, inquisitively.
Elizaveta nodded. Natalya showed a hand.
"Arlovskaya Natalya." She said and gave Alice a hand to get up on her feet again.
"Well then, we must get moving then." Elizaveta exclaimed while she rubbed her palms in anticipation. "Someone will be here any minute to take her off again."
"What?" Alice exclaimed. She just wanted to see her brother and they now wanted her to go with them? 'This night is just madness.' She thought.
"They said they will take me to my Brother! I should go with them." Elizaveta and Natalya turned their heads to face her.
A while passed with silence. Then Elizaveta sighed and exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say. Come on kiddo, we need to go before sunrise."
"But…brother?"
"Do you honestly think your brother wants you there suddenly now that he's all mafia?" Elizaveta asked, her voice suddenly becoming convincing and cold at the same time. "Think about it Alice, do you want to become like your brother?"
Alice was shocked at the feeling of how true the words were. She looked at them and then to Antonio, still not awake, and contemplated the matter. Should she betray her one and only family, or should she stay faithful to humanity?
It was such a tough choice. To think, all those murdering and robbing, just for the sake of the greed for money, was it worth it?
No. She said it herself. It wasn't worth it. If brother really loved her, he would abandon this and would come back to her.
"Let's go then," said Alice, her voice heavy and sad, at the thought. Elizaveta came near her and hugged her.
"Antonio?" Alfred's voice came again, this time indignantly as he entered the room from the roof by the window. Just as he set eyes on the two girls who were present, he froze. "W... what the…? Jesus Christ! Not this again!"
Natalya nudged to them. "Elizaveta, Alice, just get the hell out as fast as you can."
"Well, what about you?" Alice asked.
"Leave me, don't worry. I'll be back soon. I've just…. got a score to settle." She replied, and grabbing the knife from her garter, she cracked her knuckles unladylike, to emphasize the point.
Alfred smirked. "Still the valiant one, eh Nat?"
Natalya frowned. "прыносіць яго на, Альфрэд."
Those Belarusian words and the immediate sound of guns and knifes following after were the last sound she heard before Elizaveta and pushed her out of the window harshly. She felt herself falling and falling and then everything suddenly becoming black. Hearing the faint 'thud' sound which signified her landing, she collapsed into unconsciousness.
Ta-da!~ HetaOni is just…. lurve. :D
"прыносіць яго на, Альфрэд." – Belarusian for "Bring it on, Alfred"
I figured that the girls need a bit more attention, you know, Hetalia is centred around the boys, but anyways I'm not complaining. The history of the Enmity between the gals and guys will be revealed in the next chapter, and even though romance is not the main genre, hopefully pairings will pop up!
Decided Pairings as of now are-
SpaBel (main)
FrUk
PruHun
AmeBela (implied)
CanUkr (implied)
TaiJap
SeyUk (implied)
And… Who should I pair Vietnam with? You decide and tell me in your review~
I'll be continuing my previous story soon, just that this has been in my mind for like, months.
Ciao, y'all! Updating soon!
