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This is my first fanfiction, please read and review PRONTO, I need feedback! Thanks!
~Lauren))
And Ich am very excited about sharing mein life story! Review or I vill get mein husband to skewer you!
((Also, I don't own Hetalia, Nyotalia, etc., or any of the lyrics that may turn up in this fanfiction :) Just whatever inspires me! I will give credit at the bottom, and the translations of phrases in German and Polish etc. if you don't know them! Please enjoy! ))
White hair, iridescent eyes, scarred cheek.
I grasped my rapier, sharp and thin, tall and long like me, in my right hand. The man flashed a daunting, cruel smile at me, his ebony hair messy, and his thick broadsword gripped easily in his large hand. He was significantly taller than me, seven inches, and his glasses caught the early morning light. I squinted, refusing to let it blind me.
I prepared to die, making peace with myself before I lunged at him.
It wasn't always this way.
A young blonde man wandered through the forest on the far side of the mountain, the sunlight catching the strands of his hair and making it glow like gold. He walked with an authoritative aura, using large strides and kicking pebbles when they crossed his path.
"Damn, I've gotten lost again," Feliks Łukasiewicz, or Poland, swore. He kicked a stone larger than the others in his frustration. Big mistake. "Shit! That hurts!"
A wail cut through the silent forest, startling him. "What the hell-?!" Feliks strode over to look for the source of the headache-inducing noise. The screams pierced through his mind as easily as an arrow would and he had to stop it before it drove him insane.
A baby, wailing and alone, in a Prussian blue blanket lay on a large slab of stone before a cave, almost like an offering to the depths of blackness. She was pale, so pale, like the snow still melting at the top of the mountain. Her hair was a shock of ice-white, which surprised Feliks into swearing more.
He swooped down to look at her like a hawk, and he swore and jumped back when she opened her eyes to stare at him. She had eerie iridescent eyes, a rainbow, an aurora of soft colors. Feliks sighed. He would have loved to replicate them onto fabric for a scarf maybe, or a headband.
The girl stared at him, as if saying "are you going to pick me up or not?"
Feliks gritted his teeth, blushing, before scooping the girl up in his thin arms. Maybe someone would come and claim her, or her parents would come back…
He knew something bad was going to happen to him if he decided to raise her. He wasn't the most responsible of people anyways, enjoying cross-dressing in pretty skirts… He could dress her up! She would be adorable in Prussian blue, like the blanket that wrapped her up, or in a bold red. Or lace…
A growl pierced the silence as a pack of wolves emerged from the cave. Feliks turned slowly.
"SHIIIIIT!"
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