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Title: Pinky Promise
Rating: M
Plot Summary: Maguerite Williams had grown up to be a tomboy. But, when she realizes her love for her childhood best friend, Ivan Braginski, what lengths would she go just to catch the attention of the Russian? Would love blossom? Or will it be too late of the Canadian tomboy to blossom into a beautiful flower and catch Ivan's heart before someone else does?

Do take not that this is part Nyotalia. :)


Ten Years ago…

"Papa? Where are we going?" Maguerite asked, holding her father's hand as they walked down the street

"We're going to greet the neighbors, my dear Nutmeg." Francis smiled, leading his daughter to the rather large house just across the street. "I heard that they have a son around your age, ma chérie. I know you'll be good friends with him."

"Owtay…"

"That's my baby girl." He hummed, carrying the young blonde up in his arms and kissing her cheek as he knocked on the door.

They waited for a few seconds before a middle aged man in a sharp and crisp tuxedo opened the door, a smile spread across his lips. He greeted them with a bow before fixing his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Maguerite, or her father fondly calls her Meg, crossed her arms and frowned, pouting as she stared up the 'old man.' He turned to his father, her expression unchanged.

"Papa, he's not a boy my age." She whined, a stubby finger pointing at the silver haired man.

"Such an angel." He chuckled, lightly petting the pouting child. " I am Claus, the butler of the Braginksi household. You must be here to meet the young master and young mistresses."

"Oui." Francis smiled and nodded. "I am Francis Bonnefoy. I live right across the street. This is my petite fille, my little daughter, Maguerite."

"Call me Meg!" She chirped, raising her hand as she gave him a toothy grin.

The butler smiled back and nodded, opening the door a little more for them. "Please, do come in. I'll go and prepare some tea and crackers. Have a seat and please make yourselves comfortable."

"Merci." He nodded

Francis walked in and he almost felt his jaw drop as he was taken in by the grandiosity of the place. Plush white carpet graced the floor that matched the walls and the leather sofa. The ceiling was decorated with an elegant chandelier accentuated by an elaborate painting. Francis took his time as he looked around, eyes taking in every detail while his daughter ran around and jumped up and down the couch.

"Ah… Nutmeg…" He ran to his giggling daughter. "You'll soil the upholstery!"

"It's quite alright." A soft chuckle was heard as a steady click-clock of heels came closer and closer to where they stood. "She seems to be having fun. Let her be…"

"Sestra… What's all that- Oh… Privet." A small boy, roughly six or seven came walking in, dressing in a khaki overcoat with a red scarf around his neck. He sighed as he approached the girl, extending a hand to her. "Careful there... Why don't you get down before you hurt yourself, da?"

Maguerite blinked, looking at the extended hand. She looked at Francis, purple eyes blinking at him. The older blonde smiled in return, giving a nod of approval. With this, Meg smiled, taking it and hopping down with the younger boy's help. She straightened her shirt and skirt before fixing her messed up curls and her beret that slightly went out of place. She smiled at the boy, thanking him.

"Welcome to the neighborhood." Francis smiled, introducing himself and his daughter.

"Pleasure to meet you. I am Yekaterina, but you can all me Katshuya. I am 17 years old and will attend the community high school this coming school year." The girl with a shoulder length blonde locks said, smiling at the two.

"Who are you, then?" Meg asked, looking at the young boy who was still holding her hand.

"I am Ivan, 7 years old. I will be in the second grade this school year." He smiled, fixing his scarf.

"Papa, papa! He's a year older than me!" She giggled, tugging on her father's trousers and then turning to Ivan. "I'll be in Grade 1! You'll be like my older brother! Like my best friend! Right? Right?"

"… D-da…" He nodded before letting his lips curve into a small smile, purple eyes twinkling at this. "… We'll be best friends."


"Wow! This is so cool!" Maguerite ran, sporting a pair of jersey shorts and a ragged shirt. She then tripped as her slipper's ban snapped at her. "Ow…"

"Ah… Meg!"Ivan was immediately by her side, helping her up. "Look at you! You're now covered in dirt."

He sighed, taking his handkerchief and wiping her face and arms clean. He then picked up her slipper, tearing a piece of cloth from the said handkerchief and repaired her slipper before slipping it on Maguerite's foot. The blonde girl grinned at him, ruffling his hair as a sign of gratitude. Ivan smiled back, fixing the scarf around his neck before leading the energetic girl again to the tree beside the Braginski house.

"I never expected the tree house to be finished this quickly!" She smiled, looking at it before trying to shimmy up the large tree.

"Meg." He sighed, holding her back by the shoulder. He bent down, pointing to his back. "Hop on. I know you are rather incompetent at physical activities. And your father would kill me if something bad happened to his dear Nutmeg."

She puffed her cheeks, crossing her arms at him and refusing to climb up his back. A few more persuading and sweet pleas from Ivan and Maguerite finally agreed. The Russian hefted up the little girl easily on his back before climbing up the ladder that was hanging from the tree house. Once on the top, he set down Maguerite carefully before letting her explore around.

"This will be our secret, da?" Ivan smiled, sitting by the terrace to admire the view.

"Yeah! It will be Meg's and Vanya's secret place!" She smiled, running to kneel behind him. She let out her pinky with a hum. "Pinky promise?"

Ivan couldn't help but smile at this. He twined his pinky with hers, nodding. "Pinky promise."

"And you also pinky promise that you'll be my best friend and you won't ever ever ever ever ever leave me?"

He chuckled. "Yes, I pinky promise that I'll be your best friend and I won't ever ever ever ever ever leave you."

In the middle of their fits of giggles, Maguerite suddenly sneezed, rubbing her already pink nose. The Russian chuckled, taking off his coat and scarf and wrapped it around the blonde's form. He led him inside and shut the door before wrapping an arm around her. In turn, she smiled leaning to him as she yawned and closed her eyes, drifting to sleep.

"… My best friend…" She hummed, snuggling close to Ivan.

"As you are mine, Meg.."


Five years ago…

"Nutmeg! Telephone!" Francis knocked on her daughter's door. "It's Katshuya…"

Maguerite blinked, dropping her pen before opening the door to head to the living room. She frowned at her father who just gave her a shrug in reply.

"Yellow?"

"Maguerite! Dear! Please help me! I can't find Vanya anywhere!" Yekaterina spurted out in a panicked voice

"What?" She stood up in alarm. "What happened?"

"He got scolded by Vaati while he was talking to him. Then he stomped out angrily… It's been hours and I'm starting to worry… Please Maguerite! Help me."

"I will, I will… Sit still… I think I know where he is." She nodded, hanging up. "Papa! I'm just going out for a bit. I'll be back in an hour or so."

"Careful, ma chérie." He called back

Maguerite nodded to herself, getting her coat as she headed to the first place she thought of: their tree house. Mustering her courage and strength, she climbed up the rope ladder and made it up safe. Taking a deep breath, she tried to open the door, but to no avail. She sat down, pressing an ear on it. On the other side, faint sobs and cries could be heard, along with mumbling in what seemed to be Ivan's mother tongue.

"… Vanya? Are you in there?"

"Leave me alone!"

"… Vanya… It's me… Meg… Tell me what's wrong…"

"It's none of your business! Just go!" He cried out, voice full of ache and anger

"… Vanya…" She sighed, running a hand on the surface of the door, as if wanting the touch to reach the hurting Russian.

"… Our parents had a fight… They're getting a divorce… And… And Vaati told me he doesn't want me or my sisters back in Russia… He never wanted to see our face again! It hurts, damn it! It really hurts…"

She kept silent, letting her friend vent out his anger. "Let it out… Don't worry, Vanya… I'm here… I would never leave you.. Just as I have promised…"

Ivan opened the door, staring at her with swollen purple eyes. He pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face on the crook of her neck and crying more. Maguerite sighed, gently rubbing his back and silently comforting him.

"… Thank you, Meg… Thank you…" He whispered


A/N:

(1) The names I have used are all from the Hetalia wikia and if I'm not mistaken are all unofficial names.

(2) Oh. And I used some common French and Russian terms. They are really quite common, but for those who don't know:

Oui – French, Yes

Merci – French, Thank you

Sestra – Russian, Sister

Bratva – Russian, Brother

Vaati – Russian, Father

Privet – Russian, Hi

Da – Russian, Yes

Nyet – Russian, No

(3) Belarus is (in my mind at least) an infant around this time. That is one of the main reasons why I didn't include her in the fic.

(4) I apologize for my previous fic, Doppelganger, if I have offended any Canadians with the use of 'Eh.' That is why, I have decided to drop the usage of 'Ehs' for Canada in this story in consideration for those I have insulted. Again, my apologies.

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