Hi there! I decided I just had to write this. The idea's been buzzing around in my head for quite a little while. This is my first fanfiction, so reviews would be welcomed with open arms. Oh, and just a quick note: italics generally mean characters thoughts, a stressed word in a sentence or (once) someone at the other end of a phone.

Note:Looking up the original lyrics to "You're Beautiful" would be a good idea.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, which is fortunate because I SUCK at drawing.


Raivis opened up his bedroom window, letting the musky scents of the street rise up to meet his nose. The sun was warm and bright, and the clouds were few and far between; the sky even more blue than usual.

Raivis spared himself a few minutes to stare at the morning beauty, before drawing his head back into his room so he could could proceed with his usual morning dance as he got changed for work. Dragging his pajama top off his body and replacing it with a smart, white blouser and tie, he ran down the stairs to to the kitchen and snatched a piece of bread before rushing outside to be picked up by his cousin Toris.

"Hey, what took you so long?" Toris asked, flicking his brown hair over his shoulder. He was somewhat impatient, seeing as they both had the same job for the same person (a large, somewhat bad tempered man known as Ivan Braginsky) and if Raivis was late, he would be too.

"Breakfast," Raivis replied simply, and Toris gave a short, curt nod before signalling that Raivis should get into the car. He did so, slamming the car door shut and adjusting his tie.


Toris always left Raivis to walk home, whatever the weather. During the course of the day, it began raining heavily and now, nearer the afternoon, it was nothing short of rainstorm. Raivis was forced to use his hands as some sort of human umbrella as he walked, but naturally that didn't stop the rain anymore than if he had done nothing; so, before ten minutes, every part of him was soaked. Grumbling under his breath, he lowered one hand to peel his shirt from his skin and glanced around the crowded street to make sure no-one was laughing at him (it's amazing how many people have umbrellas or raincoats when you don't).

But then, his gaze connected with that of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen; she standing in front of a bookshop, looking like a perfect angel, and it was difficult not to imagine a halo encircling her head.

The girl was small and dainty, short blonde hair clinging to her neck and plastered around her forhead, which was showing off plain, light green eyes. She didn't have an umbrella either, and so was just as wet as Raivis; her dress was dripping with little crystal raindrops and her shoes were forming little puddles in the creases of the leather. As their eyes caught, she gave him a small, sympathetic smile and curtseyed politely.

Raivis was captivated. He just simply couldn't look away, and didn't even consider that his staring may be considered rude until the girl's expression suddenly became distrusting and she looked away. Immediately, Raivis came to his senses. I have to know who she is, was his immediate thought, and a blush subconsciously crept across his cheeks.

He waited until the girl wasn't focused upon him anymore before walking over to her, putting up his hands again to shield himself from the rain. By this time, the holes in his boots were positively dripping with water, and his clothes were tight against his body - his shirt was white, so you could see the skin underneath. If he realised how dreadful he looked, he would have probably turned around and ran in the opposite direction. But he didn't, and maybe that was a hidden blessing in itself.

"H-Hello," he stuttered when he was standing directly in front of her, sticking out a hand for her to shake. "I'm Raivis G-Galante, and it's n-nice to meet you. A-Are you here all on your own?" Damn my stutter, he thought angrily, couldn't it have chosen another time?...

"Oh, hello there," the girl replied, looking between him and his hand as if she wasn't sure what to do with it. "...Lili Zwingli, sir... And not meaning to be rude, sir, but... um... who are you?"

Raivis noticed how she had avoided the answering his last question, and wondered why for a moment before realising, Of course! I'm a total flippin' stranger, I must seem like a weirdo just coming over and talking to her like this... Oh God, I'm so stupid... Totally frustrated, he lifted his hand up to his forehead as he struggled to come up with a reasonable reply.

"Oh, I just s-saw you s-standing here b-by yourself a-and decided I'd better c-come o-over and check y-you were alright..." The words tumbled over each other as if they were in a hurry to get out, and he looked away, preparing himself for the terrible emotion of utter rejection. But to his surprise, the girl didn't tell him to go away, but instead...

She laughed.

It was if the laugh was a miracle prepared from the ovens of heaven; they were like a hundred (No, a million!) tiny bells, ringing and clinging together in the morning breeze, beautifully in synchronization with each other.

"Oh, I'm perfectly alright, sir. My brother's just shopping a little, and told me to stay out here. You don't need to worry about me."

Raivis found himself laughing a little too, and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Th-that's good to know," he said, his cheeks a little redder than before. "I'll just be o-on my way, then."

He backed away, boots sloshing in the puddles. The girl (or Lili) seemed a little reluctant to let him go, and reached out an arm to stop him - but then, the first hurdle between them forced itself up from the ground.

The bookshop door opened, the bell on the inside ringing softly (Raivis made a mental note of the fact that Lili's laughing was a lot prettier). From the shadows of the doorway a man emerged, carrying a bag with a couple of novels inside; they appeared to be paperback and quite cheap, far to thin to be counted as a proper book. He was almost identical to Lili, albeit more masculine, and unlike her, he had a hat to defend his head and hair from the weather; his fringe dangled into his eyes, and he was glaring at Raivis distrustfully. Raivis guessed at once he was the brother Lili had referred to.

"Who're you?" the man asked, his voice cold and his eyes colder. Raivis shook nervously, and stuck out his hand like he had to Lili. He could already tell that the man would not be half as friendly as his sister.

"I-I'm Raivs G-Gal-" he began, before being waved into silence by the brother.

"I don't care. Just leave my sister alone, okay?"

Raivis was about to reply, but then he realised that whatever he said would just be interrupted again and so just nodded and gave up. Raivis decided he didn't want to wait to be told to leave; so, he turned around and ran away down the street. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Lili complaining at her brother and signalling for him to come back, but he wouldn't; for some reason, his heart just wouldn't let him.

It was another twenty minutes before he finally reached the house again, soaking wet and crying. Not even bothering to get unchanged, Raivis flopped down onto his bed and buried his face into his pillow. In a word, he felt dreadful.

But at the same time, he refused to let himself lose her. He had to find her again...


Picking up his bed-side phone, Raivis dialed his other cousins number and put the phone to his tear-stained face. It rang a few times before the other person picked up and greeted him.

"Hello, who is this?"

Quietly, Raivis replied, "I-It's Raivis, Eduard, I- N-No, wait, what I-I have to s-say is a l-lot more important. C-Could y-you please get me Lili Zwingli's a-address?"


Yeah, I know, song-fics are usually one-shots, but I just thought it would be interesting to split it into two chapters this time. And this was a pretty good place to end it. ...I think... Anyway, reviews would definitely be welcome, and I'd love to hear your opinions and thoughts on how to improve. Also, what do you think Raivis' plan is? :3

Thanks a tonne for reading. I appreciate it!

~woolysox123