・Prologue・

Natalya's love for her brother was impeccably strong. It flowed out of her like a burning whip; and with that whip she would force her love––intimately––upon her older brother, Ivan. It was continuous, and no matter what, it seemed their brother and sister relationship was nonexistence. Ivan must always remind Natalya with petty whimpers as she corners him down that they are simply just that. Nothing more.

Starting at a young age, it seemed to expand from loving him to falling in love with him. At first Ivan took nothing of it, how she would say she wants to marry her big brother. He even believed it to be just a particular stage in a female's life. Face it; girls are the most difficult creatures to understand. "It will pass; she just dreams she can be with big Braht all the time." Ivan had once said, announcing it with a smile as others looked at the truth.

She was going to love him to the bone.

Natalya's a unique beauty with long silk platinum hair that draped down past her slender shoulders, and the most breathtaking crystal blue eyes seen yet. Although; they were more piercing and petrifying most times than not. Only those who were able to look past the emotionless expression can identify the true beauty hidden from the eyes of many. Even her personality was incredibly prominent, just as well as the lithe body of a ballerina she possesses. She could not be unnoticed for she was outstandingly perfect.

Her physique may look delicate however she was indeed sculpted; due to continuous training. It was a fact, she was not going to let anyone have him. She was both intimidating in personality and in appearance. How could she let herself become unsuitable for her brother? She was loyal, but that wasn't enough, was it?

She could wish for nothing more than to stand by his side. Natalya would cause death or even die to prove to her brother that her most inner feelings could match no others who had no relations to him. She was the perfect candidate. She had every qualifications that lined up what he was searching for. The only, and important, problem was that they are related. If it were any other way, then perhaps, just perhaps, she would have already been his and no one elses.

Yes, she knew how her older brother felt about this––seeing it as a predicament––nevertheless; she proceeded without any hesitation to convey her feelings to him.

She protected him. Loved him. That is where he could not comprehend. That is where Alfred questioned the most; how she could call that love?

Authors Note

Well, honestly, I dislike sharing anything that I have written to the public. Only because apparently it is more exciting to use unnecessary harsh criticism for something that's meant for entertainment. This will be the first time I am willing to share among all of you. I do enjoy some tips and such; so please give me a review if you are willing to read more of what I have to offer.

Now, another thing. Belarus is not some psychopathic woman. She is a mature, fond, and intellectual woman. Sooner or later I will be conveying what I believe her to be, and why she is acting like so. If you have any other different views on portraying her; make your own fanfiction, do not bombard me with opinions of how you think she is suppose to be. It is purely fanfiction, created by a fan.

Alas, The pleasure is all mine. Enjoy.

I'll Have up the first chaapter soon.