Buenos dias and welcome to my first Hetalia fanfiction. Yeah… that's my intro. Creative, I know.
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the characters! At all!
The year was 2039. World War III had just ended. It had began when Taliban leaders launched yet another attack on America annihilating most who lived near the main military bases of the U.S.. Upon discovery that the weapons were made in China, North Korea, Russia, and Japan, America declared war. Countries instantly took sides forming the Eastern Allies and Western Allies. England, France, Germany, Italy, and Spain sided with America while China, Russia, Japan, North Korea, and the Taliban formed the Eastern Alliance. Countries of the Eastern Alliance pitted themselves against smaller countries in an effort to control more resources.
In the end, though, all that was accomplished was the destruction of the smaller countries forcing them to rely on larger ones to get by. Bankruptcy was rampant among Europe and the countries found themselves in a weakened state. They had to work for larger countries in order to pay off debts and to ensure their population had food.
Moscow's weather was never the best. Especially during December when the sun was only in the sky for a few hours. Plus, with it either snowing or raining during the month it was rare to see a cloudless sky. However today it was an unusually sunny day in the city of Moscow. Being the capital of Russia, it was obvious why the nation himself would live here. Master Russia owned a mansion in the Northern Sector of the city in one of the wealthier communities.
The house was huge and the outside resembled a smaller Breakers Mansion in Rhode Island. At least on the outside. A large blanket of grass stretched out in front of the house and the cobblestone road leading through the gate wrapped around it forming a circle. Flowers were planted sporadically in small dirt patches throughout the yard and small trees grew against the house. The gardening was pristine and the same went for the house.
The whole property looked like the perfect place to live and it might have been if it was owned by any other person. The only hint that something wasn't quite right was the complete lack of animals. No birds chirped in the trees, no squirrels scampered around the yard looking for buried food, bugs didn't even flutter from flower to flower or mill around lazily in the grass. This is what Liechtenstein saw on her way up to the house before she ascended the few steps up to the front door. It was her first day of work in the long struggle to pay off her debts by working for Russia. She carried a military rucksack her brother was able to spare her over one shoulder containing her few possessions that survived the war. She wore her uniform, a replica of her brother's and had her signature purple ribbon tied in her hair.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Liechtenstein's fist rapped on the large mahogany door sending a hollow echo resonating through the house. No more than three seconds passed before the door swung open to reveal a tall, dark haired boy wearing a green military suit and matching pants. A white dress shirt could be seen additionally, along with a brown tie that oddly matched his hair. He was carrying a towel and Liechtenstein wasn't sure if it was used for drying dished or dusting.
"Good morning, sir. I'm Liechtenstein and I'm here to work for Russia-sama."
"Good morning, Ms. Liechtenstein. Come right in. I'm Lithuania. You can call me Toris if you like," came his smiling response as he stepped to the side so Liechtenstein could pass him and enter the house.
Shifting her rucksack to her other shoulder, Liechtenstein looked around the house. Although the outside suggested a glamorous mansion the inside was quite homely. The walls were white and the floor was wooden with large red Persian-looking rugs. To the right of the door was a large dining room with an equally large mahogany table with a sunflower centerpiece. A hutch with dishes inside decorated the front wall and pictures of seemingly random scenes clung to the wall. To the left was a living room. A couch sat on the front wall along with another which was pushed up against the side wall. A coffee table sat diagonally in between the two and a large but relatively outdated TV stood in the corner across from the couches.
In front of Liechtenstein was a relatively large wooden staircase with elaborately carved railings that led up to a second story. The rooms were spotted with windows, but all were closed and the curtains drawn.
"I'll give you a tour of the house," Lithuania said, tucking his towel into a pocket of his uniform so that it hung out like an oversized handkerchief. "Follow me."
Liechtenstein followed the tall brunette through the dining room.
"This is where we eat… well… where Russia-sama eats. We eat in here," he said, leading Liechtenstein into the attached room. It was a large kitchen with a smaller table in the center. The kitchen was painted an awful yellow and green curtains covered the window above the sink. The counters were a white marble and the cabinets a deep mahogany matching the color of practically every other wooden object in the house. The only appliance in the room was a large white refrigerator standing against the far wall.
"It won't take long for you to figure out where everything is in here," Lithuania said smiling at her and throwing his towel which was just in his pocket onto the counter next to the sink. It was obvious what the towel was used for now. The sink was full of sudsy water and plates could be seen sticking out of bubbles.
"I'll show you upstairs now. The rest of the house is basically a bunch of unused bedrooms. The entire East Wing belongs only to Russia-sama, though. The only reason you should ever be back there is when we are cleaning. There is also a basement, but the staircase to get down is in the East Wing and there is no reason you would want to be in the basement anyways on your own accord," Lithuania continued dragging Liechtenstein back through the doorway and through the dining room back to the staircase.
Lithuania ascended the stairs quickly and with the ease one gained by climbing the same staircase day after day for years. Liechtenstein followed him making sure not to trip. At the top, Liechtenstein looked down the long narrow hallway. It seemed to branch to the left and right at the end. The walls were wooden just like the floor and another long, red Pursian-looking carpet blanketed the walkway. Wooden doors lined the walls with pictures hanging in between them. At the end of the hall a table with a vase full of sunflowers stood.
"Why are there so many sunflowers in this house," Liechtenstein asked, following Lithuania slowly down the hallway.
"Russia-sama loves sunflowers. Absolutely adores them. If you ever see a sunflower wilting in this house, run outside and pick one to instantly replace it," Lithuania told her continuing down the hall.
"Most of these rooms are unused. Here is my room," he said, pointing to the third door on the right.
"This is Estonia's room," he continued pointing at the door across from it. Turning the corner to the right, Liechtenstein noticed it was indeed another hallway about the same length as the last one. It had two doors. One on the left and one at the end.
"This is the library," Lithuania said pointing at the door on the left. "And that is… well… it's kind of like an attic. It's a giant storage room."
Spinning on his heels, Lithuania then led Liechtenstein back down the hall to take her to the hallway that branched to the left of the main one. This side contained three doors all on the right side of the hall.
"The door closest to the main hall is the restroom. The middle door will be your room and the last belongs to Latvia. That pretty much completes the tour of the house. You can explore until Russia-sama gets back. He won't be back until tomorrow, though, so you should be fine. Any questions?"
"No, sir," Liechtenstein said, looking up at Lithuania who had finally stopped walking. "Apart from the question who are Estonia and Latvia?"
"They're the other… servants… for lack of a better word. They're also my brothers. You'll meet them later today. They're out running errands," Lithuania answered keeping his smile plastered on his face. "I'll see you at dinner. You can do what you want until then. We'll teach you about chores tomorrow before Russia-sama returns."
"Thank you, Mr. Lithuania," Liechtenstein said, bowing a little.
Lithuania let out a small laugh before shaking his head, "You don't have to bow to me. We're equals here. See you later."
With that, Lithuania patted Liechtenstein on the head and spun on his heels walking back down the main hall to the staircase.
After Liechtenstein was sure he had left, she turned around and opened the door to her room. It wasn't as large as the room she had when she stayed with her big brother, Switzerland, but it was still quite large. The walls were painted a soft blue and long purple curtains covered the enormous glass door on the back wall. A closet occupied most of the front wall and a bed was pushed lazily up against the right wall. It even had a night stand next to it and a dresser at the end.
Liechtenstein slowly walked to the bed and dropped her bag on it before circling it to get to the large glass door. Moving the curtains to the side she almost gasped at the scenery outside. The backyard was boxed in by a tall hedge with an iron fence adding an extra barrier behind the hedge. The grass was pristine and cobblestone paths connected a patio to a fountain and the fountain to a gazebo and a shed sheltered by large trees. In fact, the trees in the backyard were quite large compared to the ones in the front and shaded most of the yard. Looking around, Liechtenstein even noticed a small pond in up against the hedge on the far side of the lawn.
"How beautiful," Liechtenstein mumbled, flicking the latch on the door and sliding it open before stepping out onto the wrought iron balcony to enjoy the sunshine while it lasted. There wasn't a chair, so Liechtenstein simply stepped over to the edge and slid her legs in between the railing sitting with them dangling over the edge and letting her head rest against the bar on her right simply basking in the view.
After being still for numeral minutes, though, she started to get a little chilly. Standing, she turned to go back in her room. Moving back over to her bag she slowly started to unpack it, putting stuff away in appropriate drawers. She placed a picture of her brother on the bedside table and a couple of other pictures on the dresser. Then she hung her maroon dress and placed it in the closet along with a couple of other outfits. After emptying some of the smaller objects out of the bottom into the top drawer of the dresser she dropped the rucksack on the ground and kicked it under the bed. Even after all of this, though, the room didn't feel any more like home.
Author's Note: So, this is my first Hetalia fanfiction and personally I would like to think it is starting out well. I'm not really writing this story in order, so I'm not exactly sure when the next chapter will be posted. I'll try not to make you guys wait too long, though. I'm sorry if the set up to the plot offended anyone. I pretty much wanted a Europe vs. Asia scenario, but figured the U.S. wouldn't just sit out of the war. I'm not saying this… World War III would be caused by any country specifically, so don't take offence to who sided with who. It doesn't play a role in the plot and will probably never be mentioned again.
Please review… if no one does there is a strrrooooong chance I won't continue this story.