When the snow falls,
a Hetalia America Belarus/Amebel fanfiction
AN: Please listen to this song ( very well known ) while reading. It will greatly improve your reading experience. watch?v=FlsBObg-1BQ
Human names are used-
-Belarus- Natalia Arlovskaya
-America- Alfred
-Russia- Ivan
-Ukraine- Katyusha
-Lithuania- Toris
And just reminder that a nickname for Vodka is 'living water'.
Thank you, and please enjoy!
Also, just a note, this is my OTP for ANYTHING and EVERYTHING EVER. Animes, shows, books, life, manga, doujinis, literally everything. So, basically, I put my heart and soul into this crap-tastic little thing.
TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse
~Alfred's point of view~
Natalia Arlovskaya; An ice queen. Fierce, determined, intimidating, light on her feet, a practical fox. Her knowledge of every knife and cutlery on the planet and her assassin-like skills frightened the general population. Her eyes, pools of magenta rage, reflected the cold and hard past she always had to endure.
Her eyes weren't purple. They weren't blue. They were somewhere in between. The color of fields of lavender, frozen over by sheets of frost, slowly penetrating the soft flowers and numbing them from the inside out.
That's what color her eyes were.
Long, thick, doll-like eyelashes surrounded those brilliantly colored eyes, delicately capturing falling snowflakes on a cold winter's day. But as cruel and villainous as she sounded, she was an absolute beauty. Long, flowing strands of platinum blond hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, two sections isolated from the others, running past her strong cheekbones, resting on her chest, framing her porcelain face. A single white bow was fastened at the top of her head, matching the white waist apron she wore over her classic navy blue dress with white frilly trim, reaching just above her knees. Hidden under her dress was a pair of black stockings and a frilly guarderbelt loaded with knives. But the thing that everyone remembered her by was her striped bow.
Oh, her bow.
The famous navy blue and white striped bow, fastened at her back, wrapping around her waist. The bow's two tails were so long and outstretched, they would seem to be streaming on the ground, but they only met to the tops of her black Mary Jane shoes, the heel creating a slight 'click clack' as she walked on the hard asphalt, resembling the sound of a lone horse's hooves.
Oh, Natalia.
If only you would understand how much I truly love you.
And here you sit, in the freshly fallen snow, in the black of night, only being lit by one simple streetlight. As I embrace you harder, I feel your soft tears beginning to pour from your magnificent eyes, slowly trickling down my leather jacket. I run my fingers through your long locks, bringing them up to me and kissing the soft silky ends. My other hand, the one not currently being occupied twiddling your luxurious hair, made its way to your small back, as I rubbed small circles up and down, feeling all the tense muscles begin to release themselves. I started to feel the cold snow, now slush, soak through my pants where I kneeled, my knees started to ache and take the shape of the uneven concrete ground.
But I didn't care. All that mattered was you right now.
"I'm sorry." I apologized.
"I'm so sorry." I said again, tears starting to stream down my face.
I wish I knew all the abuse she was taking at home.
~Flashback~
BOOM
The old wooden door that the Soviet Family called their front door opened wide. Standing in the door way: A tall Russian, long white scarf wrapped loosely a round his thick neck, flowing over the shoulders of his long trenchcoat, stuttered in with a large bottle of 'living water'.
"Katyusha! Natalia!" He slurred.
They both came running. "Yes little brother?" Katyusha spoke first.
"Is the... Is the house clean?" Ivan said with a buzzed smile, his stance wobbling slightly.
"Y-yes! I also did the laundry, da?" She pointed to a pile of neatly folded cloths.
Russia let out a laugh, "I can always count on you, Ukraine!" He gave her head a pat, and she scurried off to her room.
Another day avoiding Russia's rage.
"Natalia~" Russia practically sang.
She scurried closer, "Da?"
"Why didn't you put away the laundry?" He said, a dark aura beginning to form.
Belarus looked horrified, "Brother, I-I-I didn't know Big Sister did the laundry today-"
SMACK
Belarus was now sprawled across the cold hardwood floor. Her hands flew to her fresh slap-mark, seeing some fresh crimson fluid on her gloved fingertips.
She looked up at her brother, looking strait in the eyes, " Brother, I-"
KICK
Flying into the wall, she clutched her newly-aggravated stomach.
"I'm sorry-"
CRASH
The bottle of vodka had hit dangerously close to Natalia's face, hitting the wall instead, shattering into a million pieces, scattering across the ground, turning rainbow colors from the sunlight that shined from the large window. The Russian chuckled, and stormed off, leaving the Belarusian girl to lie and experience horrible pain.
She was very lucky today, though. Russia was in a better mood than he usually is.
She usually would have got several kicks to the gut, some sprained or broken bones, and she would have wounds that would bleed enough were medical attention was required. Thank god she had her sister and The Baltics to help, but they could only help when Russia was gone out drinking. They would patch themselves, then her up, and by the time they were done, Russia would come home and un-do their work.
Natalia always tried to stay on Russia's good side, trying to get him to marry her. She thought this was the only way to get on his good side; To make him fall in love with her.
But it was never true love.
All she wanted was to be loved, to be wanted, to mean something, to be protected.
~End of Flashback~
And that's where I come in.
Every time she could, she would sneak out of Russia's house and scurry away, to the same spot where she usually stays- The park. She would often times curl up and sleep on the park bench. Those were the times I knew the abuse was extreme.
I started getting curious, and I started observing her. The time she would come, what days, on holidays if the abuse was any better or worse.
I had always admired Natalia from afar, I guess. At world meetings there was nothing else to do but note every country there and their appearance, like how weird looking Austria's mole looked. But, I have always found Natalia stunning, and so have MANY others. I remember hearing about how Lithuania took her out on a date one time, but it only lasted three minutes. Apparently, when Toris tried to hold her hand, she broke and his fingers, and when they were young she broke his leg. And the times that Russia and I were actually friends he told me Natalia was stunning ( but her personality was his issue ).
To sum it up, I have always admired her beauty.
I never thought I would fall for a psycho-path.
But I guess the sudden thought occurred to me that I have no idea what life she could be living.
That's when I starting watching her, noting all the injuries that she had, the way she nervously glanced around as if she could be being followed, the way she would wake up on the park bench screaming from night terrors. I guess my curiosity then took the best of me. That's when I started talking to her, bringing her flowers, asking her out for coffee, the usual stuff.
She rejected me every time.
And I could tell, she regretted rejecting my invitations every time.
Although, she would never admit that. Even through the only real socializing we had was small-talk ( cut short by her ), I'd grown madly in love with Natalia.
So here I am, sitting in the frosty cold streets, holding the broken Natalia who finally had enough. After a whole of mindless comforting and pointless apologizing by me, she fell asleep in my arms.
~Time skip~
I brought her back to my place. ( Hey, what do you expect, for me to take her back to Russia's house?! )
I continued to carry her bridal-style until we reach the couch, where I gently laid her down. I smoothed out her dress and her hair. I then tip-toed into the other room and grabbed a thick fleece blanket, and wrapped it around her small frame. I turned on the fireplace nearby so she could get warm again.
A very small smile appeared on her sleeping face as she snuggled into the warmth of the blanket.
Cute little things like this re-confirmed my undying love for her.
I glanced at the clock, blinking in red '3:34'. I reached down, gently kissed Natalia's forehead so I wouldn't wake her, went up the flight of stairs that lead to my room, changed into just my boxers, flopped face first into by bed, and fell asleep.
A sudden loud scream awoke me. I jumped straight nout of bed, literally flew down the staircase in just my boxers, ran toward the couch, and scooped Natalia up in my arms and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
I've observed her enough times; She was having night terrors.
As she kept wailing, I kissed away the fresh tears falling from her porcelain face.
I simply continued cradling her head against my bare chest and murmuring 'I'm sorry' 'Im so sorry'.
Why?
I should have been her hero sooner.