Authors Notice: I do not own Hetalia, nor the myth of Hades and Persephone. All I'm owning up to is the plotline. This is all from my imagination, please review, favorite or follow! All of this is much appreciated! This will be about 3 long parts long. Main ship: Russia xFem!America
Chapter One
Amelia was lying around in the field of flowers, her bright cornflower blue eyes looking up at the sky above her. She was sprawled out on the damp earth, and ran her fingers through, feeling the soil between her fingers. Sitting up, she yawned. It was a lazy afternoon for her, and the other girls were chattering. It was no surprise she'd been around girls her whole life, her mother never allowed anything male into the garden. Well, more like prison. Amelia was starting to get restless from all this lying around, and being unable to be free. Why was she constantly being sheltered? What did her mother have to fear from her contact with the outside world? The nymphs saw the towheaded girl sit up, and shake her sandy locks, before gazing back up at the sky.
"Amelia!" She heard the accented voice of her mother called, and she swiveled her head, to see the British lady waving at her, "It's time to come inside, it's lunch time!" She called. Amelia waved acknowledgement at her.
"Yeah, yeah, alright. Be there in a minuet!" she yelled back, and stood up, dusting off her short overalls, before walking inside. Amelia was absolutely positive that she thought of her as something so fragile that she could never be able to manage on her own. She sighed in frustration, this was getting old. She felt the need of rebellion arising in her, but how could she? Her mother had the entire area under her control, every one of Amelia's actions, she knew of. Every single time she went anywhere, she knew. Rebellion, or even escaping to the outside world, would be impossible. But she knew she had to do it. She was going to go mad if kept in this hell house any longer.
Alice waited for her daughter impatiently in the kitchen, having all English food. There was a sudden noise, and a dove swooped in, with a roll of parchment, and it flew back out. Alice frowned and picked it up, and scoffed. It was from Francis, the complete and utter arse, who was keen on attracting her attention again. Oh, the bloody frog could rot in the deepest, darkest part of hell and stay there, for all she cared. As her eyes went down the parchment, her expression became darker and darker. Ivan was demanding a wife to be his for the Russian Mafia (which was also known as the Underworld to the gods and goddesses of the Earth), and had requested Amelia to come and be by his side. Alice scoffed, and threw away the paper. As if she would let her poor baby girl go into there! Ha! Ridiculous. Speaking of Amelia, she came in, from head to toe covered in mud, and absolutely covered in mud.
"Amelia! Go outside and rinse off with the hose, I will absolutely NOT tolerate mud on my floors!" Alice exclaimed and her daughter groaned.
"But mom-"she exclaimed in her hick tone, which made Alice shudder.
"I haven't the faintest where you learned to speak in such a way, but you had better go and rinse off, or you'll be scrubbing the floors!" She exclaimed, and Amelia begrudgingly went outside, muttering things under her breath. She managed to get rinsed off, and came back in. She eyed a piece of parchment, which had her mothers name scrawled across it in messy cursive.
"Who's that from?" she asked curiously, picking it up and Alice looked over.
"Oh, just your frog of a father. Leave it be, it's nothing hugely important," Alice replied, and grabbed it back, shoving it into the pocket of her apron. Amelia shrugged and let it go. Obviously it wasn't that important. She saw the burned and charred English food her mother had laid out and wrinkled her nose.
"Why don't we ever just ask one of the others to help with food? Or better yet, we could always just get take out!" Amelia exclaimed and earned a death defying stare from her mother which prompted her to shut up.
"Just eat your food and then you can go back outside," Alice replied to her daughter. Amelia could eat more than a soldier, her metabolism was extremely high, which occasionally worried her mother. She finished the food and got up, running back outside. Alice looked back down at the letter and sighed quietly, before tucking it away. She'd just have to keep an extra close eye on everything.
Ivan rubbed his temples and looked at the three Baltic minions, "What do you mean, she's put up more defenses around Amelia?" He asked icily, and the three began to shake, especially Ravis, who was constantly in danger of being stretched when Ivan was in one of 'these' moods, which was pretty much every day. Ivan stood up, his long black coat touching the floor of the obsidian floor, as he looked out the window to his kingdom of the frozen tundra.
"W-well sir, Alice is m-more concerned of the impending threat of you taking her daughter…" Toris said, and the Estonian nodded, along with the Latvian.
"Y-yeah! She doesn't want a scary brute like you taking her!" Ravis squeaked out, and the other two nations shot him a look, and Ravis started trembling. Ivan turned around, and had that familiar dark aura around him.
"Brute, you say?" He asked and stepped forward, and the three stepped backwards, and Ravis put up his hands, in a futile attempt to shield himself from the Russian's wrath. Ivan picked him up by his head and began stretching him, a thoughtful look on his face. Perhaps he should just ride in dramatically and take her. No, that would not do. Or perhaps it would? Abduction always worked, and besides, once he forced the girl to eat some food from here, she would have to rule beside him! He tossed down the Latvian and dusted off his hands.
"Go and get the SUV ready. I have a girl to make one with me," He said in a darker tone and a malicious look in his eyes. The Baltics scurried out, and Ivan went to go and find something to make the beautiful Amelia impressed.
Amelia sighed and was out by the dirt road, in the creek that ran along beside it. Her mother hated it when she left the mansions and garden grounds, but it's not like they lived anywhere close to a city! She sighed and ran a hand through her mildly curly blonde locks that were beginning to frizz up. She heard a car coming down the road and frowned. That was weird, no one ever came to visit except her pervert of a father, Francis, who mostly came to hit on her mom anyways! Her mom always walked funny for a bit after he came, and Amelia was forbidden from coming and seeing the inside of the house when he was there. She watched, as a line of SUV's and Mercedes came down. One of them pulled up next to her, and a man stepped out, who had brown hair to his shoulders, and careful green eyes.
"A-are you Amelia?" He asked, looking at her and back at the clip board. Amelia nodded.
"Yup! I sure am, what's your name stranger?" She asked and tilted her head, as he looked back up at her and smiled ruefully.
"Toris, I am here to collect you," He replied, "If you would step into the car, I'd be most grateful," He told her and Amelia tilted her head before shaking it.
"Sorry dude! Rather not be sold as a slave or some crap like that," She replied nervously, as a man stepped out of the car, and Toris shrank back, as he walked over. He was a good head taller than Toris, and had a very childish look on his face. He had a scarf wrapped around his neck, that was a pinkish cream color, despite the heat of summer.
"You will be coming with me, little sunflower. My name is Ivan Braginsky, and you will be one with me," He said, and grabbed Amelia around her middle. She began to protest, but he put a rag over her mouth, and she felt herself black out. Around her, there was talking, and then the car started. She woke up a few minuets later, her head in the lap of the guy, and his heavy hand on the side of her head, stroking back her hair.
"Where…where am I?" She asked groggily, and looked outside the window, and to her surprise, there was a city! An actual city! She eagerly looked out, when she noticed something funny about the signs. It looked like someone had gotten the alphabet, made a bunch of crosses and weird lines, with funny punctuation and called it a day.
"Welcome to the mother land, of Russia, sunflower," Ivan replied, his purple eyes bright.
Amelia blinked and looked up at the crazy man. Motherland? What the hell was he talking about? She frowned.
"Motherland? What? How can a land be a mother?" She asked confused, and his smile tightened slightly around his lips. They drove through the crowded streets of Moscow, and towards the more shady part of the city. Ivan had long ago bought off city officials to let there be a specific part of town that he had acquired, per se, through much bribery and black mail. In fact, he was the 'father' of his own branch of this particular Russian Mafia. And it helped that he was also the ever both loved and despised 'General Winter'.
"Why, because this is where all will soon rejoin, and become one with the country, little American," He replied and they pulled up to the house that he lived in. On the outside, it looked shady, and on the inside… Well, it probably would not suit his bride's needs, but she could redecorate. Amelia raised an eyebrow.
"This looks like a plausible place to get murdered. Or there's ghosts here," She said before her eyes widened, "You're not gonna sacrifice me to some kind of demon, are you?!" She asked frightened, her bright blue eyes wide. The man chuckled slightly, and shook his head.
"Nyet, you will not be sacrificed to a demon," He replied calmly, and they stepped out. It was chilly outside, and a light dusting of snow was beginning to fall. Ivan pulled Amelia inside, her eyes adorably wide, as she reached out to touch and fell the falling snow. He chuckled softly to himself, and brought her in.
Amelia's eyes were pretty wide, but her teeth were chattering like crazy! Who was this guy? What did he want with her? Did he have burgers? He had better have her damn burgers, or else she'd go bat shit on him! Amelia could hardly live without her burgers! The most delicious things on the entire planet, with their delicious buns and meat. Whilst she was dreaming of burger porn, she didn't notice that the man, 'Ivan' or so he called himself (it was probably something that was super pimp), had wrapped his coat around her. She looked up at him, "Uh… Thanks?" She said, and wrapped it around her. He smiled his incessantly creepy smile.
"Of course sunflower, to keep you safe~" He replied, and planted a kiss on her cheek. Amelia scrunched up her nose. Gross! She grumbled, and looked away, as he continued to smile (creepily amiably) as he walked down a HELLA COLD hall. He opened a door, and she peered around, and into it. It was nothing extraordinary, her room at home was SO much better. Well, duh, she was the hero. She stepped inside, and flicked on the light.
"I wish there were more Captain America posters," she said with a sigh, "It's so bland!" Amelia walked around, her short curls bouncing around her. Ivan frowned. Bland? This was the most colorful room in the house! His violet eyes examined her, as her more petite body moved around. He still couldn't believe that he had found the perfect bride! He saw her catch his eyes, and cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink.
"Sunflower! There's clothes in the closet, da?" He said, smiling whilst he said so, and Amelia raised an eyebrow.
"… You didn't buy me any bras, did you?" she asked him, and his smile faltered slightly, and his violet eyes darted to the side.
"Well, I had already planned on your staying here, so I had your father tell me what size of clothing you normally wear!" He replied, eyes shifting. Amelia's eyes darkened considerably, and she scowled.
"You total and utter pervert! You let my DAD dig through my bras and-and underwear!" She practically screeched. Her father was a notorious pervert, and was barely even let into the house! The taller Russian just continued to smile.
"Well, who would have rather had? One of my henchmen?" He asked her, as his smile became slightly more dangerous. Amelia ignored that, hands on her hips.
"Uh, hell no! Why the hell didn't you just talk to my mom about this or something?" She asked him, absolutely furious. What right did he have to just swoop in and take her?! Ivan, or as she might start referring to him in her head, the ginormous ass who should have just minded his own beeswax, made himself eyelevel with her, and she started to feel just the hints of fear. But she was the hero! She was supposed to be fearless!
"Sunflower," He started, "I will expect to see you at dinner tonight." He said, before placing a chaste kiss on her lips, before leaving the room, and having it locked behind him. Amelia practically shook with anger, lips tingling from the contact. How DARE he do this to her?! Did he have any idea on just how important she was?! She would make his life hell, she decided. Little did she know, that would be nigh impossible.
Ivan waited at the table, dressed in slightly more formal attire, as he awaited his sunflower to come down. He wondered if she would. However, he would force her down her, and make her eat. Then, she would have to stay here! Ivan smiled childishly to himself, but a frown darkened his face, as Toris entered the room, practically scuttling in.
"Where is she?" He asked him, violet eyes gleaming with a malicious intent. Toris gulped. Amelia was a lot stronger than she looked, and even for Ravina, it was nigh impossible to get her into anything remotely suitable for dinner.
"S-she said she will not come down until she is able to speak with her mother," Toris replied, and Ivan had a cruel smile on his face, as he walked over, and past the trembling man. He walked upstairs, and knocked on the door.
"GO AWAY!" a shriek came, and Ivan's eyes narrowed. How dare she talk to him, leader of all the Russian Mobs around the globe in such a manner. He ruled the underworld, and had connections everywhere.
"Sunflower, please come out! We have dinner to eat, and then we have our marriage ceremony to get to!"
"Wait, what?!" She yelled, and opened the door. She was absolutely adorable when she was mad. He smiled, and grabbed the American's arm, and brought her downstairs, despite her attempts at trying to get away from his grasp.
"We will be getting married after dinner, and then we will celebrate our honeymoon!" He replied cheerfully. She was going to be married to him whether she liked it or not. Besides, he did have methods of persuasion.
"Ew! To an old guy like you?! That's illegal! I'm the hero, and hero's don't get to be married against their will, especially to old, creepy guys like you!" She exclaimed, and tried to break free continually. Ivan rolled his eyes, and stopped, before pulling her to him, and looked down at her, gripping her chin.
"I am 27 years old, sunflower. Yes you will be getting married to me, and that is final." He said, "Besides, your papa has already given me permission, and I do not care what your mother has to say."
The little blonde looked absolutely infuriated at this. It was actually quite cute to watch her facial expressions, and he smiled cheerfully. He planted a kiss on her forehead, and pulled her close to him, as she pushed against him. Ivan merely brought her closer, and stopped her struggled, by placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Little Sunflower, you will like it very much with me! Sure, it may be cold, but Russia has many beauties to offer! And you will just add beauty to it!" He said, and bopped her nose. Amelia scowled, again. Why did such a beautiful little sunflower have to look so mean?
"I've already TOLD you, I'm not getting married to you!" She said, in an exasperated tone. Orange roses had started to pop up around her feet, her own aura seething as she stared defiantly up at him. Ivan sighed, and scooped her into his arms. She continued to protest, but he walked in, setting her on the bed and held her wrists.
"Now sunflower," He said, his tone menacing and becoming a lot darker. Amelia looked taken aback for a moment, but she continued to hold her stony countenance, "Do you know exactly where we are?"
"You said Russia, but it's probably like, Georgia or something. You know, where the stupid dick tatter, what's his face… Stalin! Yeah, that shit head, was from!" She replied. Ivan's teeth clenched. But he would not hit her, that would make her in his mind of the same rank and dignity as the Baltics he held under his thumb. She was to be a queen, not a servant.
"No sunflower, we are in the Underworld, and I am Ivan Braginsky, the General Winter, harbinger of death. Do you not know me?" He asked curiously, and her face whitened almost immediately. He smiled at her sweetly, watching as her terrified expression turned back into defiance.
"S-so?!" She asked, "You do not scare me!" She told him, and Ivan chuckled, and carried her into the room, placing her on a gilded chair of white gold flowers.
"Obviously not," He replied, as a part of the chair wrapped around her slender waist, keeping her in the chair, before he began to offer her foods.
Ivan soon began to tire of her relentless unacceptance of the food. She must have known that if she ate any, she would be stuck here. With him, forever. He rubbed his temples, and looked at her, 'This will be a long time before she eats any.' He finally gave up, releasing her from the chair.
He watched as she stood up, and ran to the upstairs room. Ivan watched as she did. He would not give up though, he would woo and marry her. Yes. That would happen.
And so, Ivan began to formulate his plan to win her.