*This is a new story I'm thinking of writing, tell me what you think and if I should continue. If not then, I'm just gonna continue anyway. I just would like an opinion first. *
Disclaimer: I Don't Hetalia or any of its Characters in the manga or anime. Hetalia belongs to Hideakaz Himaruya-Sensei. or the pic that used. i found it on google, so i don't own it!
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~~~~~~~~IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTE~~~~~
WARNING*READ BEFORE CONTINUING TO THE STORY*:
This is mainly an Hetalia fanfic with an PrussiaxOC pairing, so if you don't like it, don't read it. And if you don't like it, you have no right to flame it or write any negative comments.
If you do read this, it's of your own free will, so all complaints should be kept to yourself. (*YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!*)
This will start as a T-rated fanfic or PG-13: for language, violence and some rude content (like comedy) for all you readers out there. But later on. . . the rating for the fanfic might go up:
for gore (anime: Bleach/naruto like gore), extreme violence, death scenes, some lemon/smexy things and 'spoilers' (very little or a lot, I'm not sure) that I might recommend that you be careful then, when reading it. (I also put up a description of my OC so you know what she looks like and so we don't have every review asking for a description. . .)
*OC DESCRIPTION*
OC NAME: Laura GreenHeart aka: Ireland
Appearance: Light Summer-Red color hair (long-below waist), light blue eyes, (almost ocean like color) and kinda tall (medium height, if it's easier) usually wears a evergreen dress, but also likes to dress casual from time to time.
Season Of Winter: Pt.1
It was cold . . .
The snow fell gently from the sky, without making a single sound as it touched the ground. More snow started to fall as a figure layed in the soft snow, unnoticed by anyone . . . .
The girl just stared at the sky, feeling the snow fall on her face, as she just layed in the pile of snow. Unable to move, she just stayed where she was, hoping to be able to live a few more minutes longer. . .
She tried to think of anything, anything at all, to keep her not focused on the death that was getting close to her . . . .
She thought back to the last few hours that she could remember . . . .
She closed her eyes as her memories took over . . .
The little girl stared at the monster in front of her, as she let out another scream of pain as she felt the sharp weapon once again, strike her wounded body.
She felt one of her eyes stinging, as she tried to look with both her eyes, but she could only see with her left eye for some reason.
Still even with her wounds and her hurt eye, she bit back the pain as to show that she wasn't gonna show this bastard anymore weakness from her.
She had been dealing with this for too long and now . . .
She wasn't gonna give her tormentor the satisfaction that he had won.
"So, will you listen to me this time now, Laura?" Her so called 'master' said as she glared daggers of angry rage at him. She wasn't gonna do what he said, not anymore. No more was she gonna be a helpless victim and treat her like his bitch, just so he could have his way, by treating her like a slave.
She had dealt with this shit for years and had enough of it!
She wasn't gonna give in to his demands anymore . . .
"Like hell, I will do what you say! I'm not your slave and you're not my master! I WILL NEVER DO WHAT YOU SAY, EVER AGAIN!" She yelled at him, showing him the fury of her anger at her treatment she had received all these years. "I will never do what you say again . . . SO GO TO HELL, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
Her tormentor gave off an evil smirk as he attacked her again and again; making her scream with pain from the fresh wounds she was now receiving.
After what seemed like hours, the attacks stopped for a bit.
She looked up as she saw an evil look in her tormentor's eyes as he raised his weapon, about to give her the final blow . . . .
When, a loud booming sound was heard.
They both turned their heads, to see where the source of the sound was. A blinding light was shown in her face, making her close her eyes from the light. When her eyes were close, she heard a bunch of noises around her, that sounded like a group was barging their way in into the area. . . .
She was about to open her eyes to see what was going on, but a black gloved covered hand came over her eyes, covering them from allowing her to see anything.
"Don't look!" A voice told her, as she tried to shake off the person's hand, but she couldn't and the person covering her eyes was stronger than her, so it was almost impossible for her to shake them off.
She heard screams and sounds that were unfamiliar to her, as she tried to see what was happening, but some kind of cloth covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming.
She heard people talking in an unfamiliar language that she didn't recognize, as she tried to struggle from whoever had the cloth over her mouth.
But the more she tried, the more she felt herself getting tired for some reason. The cloth must have had some chemical in it to make her start to feel sleepy and go to sleep, so she wouldn't be able to see anymore.
The last thing she saw before she was taken over by the darkness, what she thought was a cross like symbol, the blanket of darkness took over her.
Her body went limp, as her head hung down, her summer red hair falling in her face . . . .
She woke up to what seemed like hours later to her mind, as she felt the snow fall on her face.
She wondered to herself is she was ever gonna survive another day, as she tried to sit up. She winced in pain as her body felt like it was on fire.
She looked to her right arm and saw that it was covered with cuts and bruises. Blood was dripping from her wounds and onto the fresh snow, leaving behind a little puddle in the snow bank.
She tried to move other parts of her body, but she couldn't no matter how hard she tried. Knowing that it was useless, she just lays in the snow, as more snow fell on her.
Soon, it would cover her and bury alive. . .
And so what?
Nobody cared that she was here. No one even knew she existed . . .
She had never known kindness in all her life, but sometimes she would dream one some who promised her to come for her.
But everytime she tried to remember where she heard that from, her head would start to hurt, making it impossible for her to remember.
She hoped in her next life, that she would get to see some kindness. . .
Suddenly, she heard something that sounded like a voice in the distant. She tried to look up and saw what looked like a blurry figure in front of her.
The figure stood there for a few minutes than left. She tried to think why they were standing there, but she felt too tired as she closed her eyes, as more snow fell on her.
In a few minutes, she would be covered with snow, almost buried alive by the soft cold powder.
She felt it starting to get heavy and making it difficult for her to breathe, as more snow buried her . . .
Hours seemed to pass as she felt her body, starting to get colder.
Then, something started digging through the snow, moving the snow off of her as fast as they could.
Whoever was there, was determined to get her out of the there, before it was too late. When she felt the last bit of snow come off, she felt strong arms lift her limp body and carry her somewhere.
One of her eyes was able to open, as she tried to see who had saved her. The last thing she saw before she black out again, was a pair of crimson orbs staring back at her. . .
Crimson orbs, the only sign of color . . . in a world of white. . .
~To be continued . . . maybe? ~