Hello. This is my second story and I hope you will like it. This is quiet a rare pairing actually... but I like the idea of two person from two different country and with different culture met and fell in love. And also thank you to my friend who refuse to let me reveal her name for providing me ideas and giving comments.

Also, I do not own Hetalia, no matter how much I want to.

The sound of hooves was driving her crazy.

She stared at the little window of the carriage and sighed. Twirling a lock of silver hair in her delicate fingers, she asked her mother. "Are we there yet?"

Her mother only smiled at her and took her small hand into her slightly bigger and rougher ones with wrinkles lining around like tiny train tracks. She noticed how her mother had seemed to age in only a few days. Ever since the day they departed from the cold Belarus to sunny and hot Egypt, she had noticed her mother looking sadly and forlornly at the small carriage window just like her, looking so small and helpless. She lost the happy, cheerful smile that was always on her face and now the only smile she gave her was a small, tight forced plastic smile that chilled her to the deepest part of her heart.

She was to be married to the Egyptian prince, Gupta Muhammad Hassan. A few years ago, the Pharaoh of Egypt, Prince Gupta's father helped Belarus a lot in the economy crisis and in return, he wanted her to marry his only son and become the queen of Egypt.

'Just like Cleopatra.' She thought when she heard that news.

She was thrilled and she danced around in her room, holding her silver hair back to her head to make it look short like the Queens of Egypt would, singing songs so happy that birds came flying in and sing along with her. Then as she slowly grew up, she lost the enthusiasm she had when she was just a kid, in fact, she fell in love with her playmate, a Russian boy that she would call as her 'big brother'. His name was Ivan. Every day she would sneak out the castle and ran to find Ivan to play with him and day after day, they grew up and she realized her feeling towards him. But it was clear that Ivan was not interested in her and he was madly, deeply in love with a Chinese girl he saw wandering around the cold streets one day. She kept a neutral face and tried hard to be happy for him when he told her the news. She could feel her heart breaking piece by piece and the pieces of her broken heart was being trampled over by none other than the tall handsome Russian boy name Ivan that she care so much and fell in love with. So, to find a way to heal her broken heart (which is so broken and damaged she wouldn't even consider it as a heart anymore, so she just call it 'my beating organ') she hurried her mother, the queen to send her off to Egypt to marry that prince she was told about when she was young. Her mother was shocked, of course, but what to do? After writing a letter to inform the Pharaoh about this, they got a reply and here they are in a carriage in the middle of the dessert with noisy wheels and smelly horses, sweating like crazy for the first time in so many years.

The big warm fluffy coats and dresses she used to wear were now changed into simple silk cloths that drapes around her body like a toga. She closed her eyes and looked up at the sky. The sky was so blue and the clouds were so white and the sun was so bright that by the moment she looked outside she felt that her eyeballs were melting slowly.

"Natalia, how are you feeling?" her father, the king of Belarus asked as she closed the curtain that separates the world and her, shaking her head to clear her vision. "I'm fine, thank you." She replies quietly as she fingers the smooth silk on the skin. It feels so different from the heavy fur coats she used to wear. Am I about to wear this every day?

Suddenly the image of her big brother Ivan came to her mind and she felt herself regretting this stupid decision. "Am I doing the right thing? Have I made the right decision?" and most importantly, "Does he miss me?"

All of a sudden, the horse let out a sharp shriek and the whole carriages was lifted of its front wheels. She gripped her seat tightly as she screamed. "What happened?" her father shouted at one of the guards outside.

"Bandits, your majesty! There're bandits coming at us! Sit tight your highness, we'll protect you." The guards started to whip out their swords and then clinking of swords and screaming of men was everywhere. They were so loud, even when she covered her ears with her hands she could still hear them. Her heart was beating fast and she was sweating. Her father was holding her terrified mother and the sound of fighting was still in the air. She peeked out the window and saw a lot of masked man with swords and horses swinging themselves at her guards. Then, one by one her guards fell lifelessly on the sandy ground, blood flowing like a little stream from the high mountains.

"Stay here, I'll go fight them." Her father began to take out his own sword and was about to get out from the carriage, a masked man slammed open the door and glared at them. Her mother screamed as the man pulled her father out and threw him on the ground.

A few other men grabbed them and pulled them out from the carriage also. The grips of the men were so hard that it left bruises on her arm. Her heart was beating so fast that she felt it was going to come out of her chest. Her mother was weeping now.

"Silence! You stupid woman!" one of the masked man pulled her mother by the hair and slapped her across the face. "Stop it! You monster! Let us go!" she screamed at the man who slapped her mother. That man turned around and met her eyes. He was different from the other men, he doesn't only cover his face, and he also covered his eyes with a white mask which made him looked faceless. He must be the leader.

The man slowly advances towards her while she tried to walk further away from him but was stopped by the hand grabbing her arm. "You look foreign, you're not Egyptian?" he asked. She bit her lip and looked at her side. She saw her mother on the ground with her father; her father was unconscious from the fall from the carriage. "I like this one. Take her away." The man turned around as the man started to pull her to their horses. "No! Please! Let me go!" She screamed, she kicked, she cried but she was still dragged to their horse. "No… please…" she was crying so hard that her vision was blurred. She saw the man advancing to her parents. Her mother looked at that man horrified. "You're useless to me now. Get rid of them..." He ordered his man. Another man came close to her parents with a big shiny sword in his hand and as he lifted his arms and began to swing it down, she let out a scream and blacked out.