Angels Waltz

Chapter 1

Fallen Snow

'...Jag jagar drömmen som blev sann...**'

An: Hi everyone :D I'm back! I hope you like this...this is dedicated to a dear friend who has made me love this pairing all the more! This is a hetalia based fanfic...with a bit of OC thrown in here. I do not own Hetalia or any of the character...they belong to Himruya...I just write about them.

A single note, prelude to melody

Take my hand, circle in a gentle spin

In and away, out and through

Unspoken tribute in heartfelt harmony

The Nordic countries had always been with themselves…there wasn't anyone else around them really that they trusted...they were brothers and that was the way Sigurd saw it. It wasn't until Mathias had brought home a severely injured woman that the Norwegian's opinion had changed…

It was snowing heavily in the Nordic region as per the usual at this time of year. The Nordic brothers were used to the heavy snow fall as it meant more time for them to spend together instead of apart. But the snow wasn't the only thing that was falling as twilight seemed to approach the snowy lands. A shadowy figure trudged through the snow half limping as they tried to find a place that wasn't covered in snow. The shadowy figure was shrouded in a dark heavy cloak that was standard for traveling through snow but that didn't help the blurry vision that was plaguing the form right now. It seemed they'd been traveling for quite a ways without the sense of direction to figure out where they were and it only took one misstep for them to stumble causing the hood of the cloak to slip backwards revealing the face of a rather beautiful young woman who possessed the striking violet blue eyes of an albino rabbit framed by long thick silvery blonde hair that almost matched the fresh falling snow beneath her feet. She flinched slightly as a pain shot across her abdomen but she quickly willed it away as she bit at her lip to try and focus the pain away from her injured ribs. She shifted pausing a bit as she caught her balance and offered a breathy sigh as she glanced around. She could barely recognize this place…if it weren't the verdammt snow...she would know where she was going. The albino woman let her gaze fall towards the ground. Oh how she wished she knew how she had gotten herself into this situation in the first place. She had gotten away from Russland; that much she knew. It seemed, though, to have happened at a terrible price which was apparent as she moved her cloak back and examined the blood stained bandages around her abdomen…

"Ja...I am an idiot…Bruder vas right…" she shook her head thinking of Alex, The third eldest Germanic brother who represented the free state of Saxony. She offered a small whimper realizing she missed her family for once...she needed to get home to her siblings...her brothers would know something was wrong if she didn't come home. Regardless if they all led separate lives now with their own countries and people to care for…they still had that small sibling tie between them, Even if one of them refused to admit it. She cursed in German to herself as the searing pain returned. Her eyes moved upwards glancing around trying to locate something familiar because she didn't know where she was or how she had gotten here but that didn't matter as she tugged the thick cloak around her shoulders to hide the bandages underneath her shirt that were bleeding through. She shuddered a bit against the biting cold that hit her as a gust of wind washed over her from the oncoming storm. She frowned to herself as she released the front of the cloak to tug the hood up before a sickening dizzy feeling washed over her. She cursed once more in her mind as she tried to take a few steps forward before her knee's and legs started to feel like jello filled appendages as she collapsed downward landing roughly on her already sore knee's wincing as she felt the cold snow prick at her face as her head hit the ground.

It didn't take very long for the second oldest of the Nordic brothers to stumble upon the heap that was almost completely covered in snow. It had surprised him at first…the fact that a woman of all people would be out this far into the wild country. The blonde spiky haired Nordic shook his head as he crouched down brushing the snow from her face before his eyes widened in surprise,"M-Maria!?" he questioned before blinking once to make sure he wasn't seeing things…but indeed it was true that the woman who had haunted his dreams sense she had come to the world meeting with her brother was laying before him half buried by snow. The Prussian female was lying unconscious underneath a thick cloak looking paler than usual. The so called 'king' frowned as he shifted an arm under her form lifting her up to get a better look at the rather small girl in his arms. She wasn't as fit as his memory permitted him to remember her as. He shook his head, "Remind me to beat some sense into that Russian…" he frowned before noticing a splotch of red underneath the cloak. He shifted her unconscious form before pushing the folds of the cloak away noticing immediately the splotched bright red bandages and the darker splotches mixed with it.

This discovery caused a scowl to darken the normally happy expression of the self proclaimed king's face as he let his gloved fingers trace over the bandaged area, "Hmm...I will have to get her back to Sigurd and Berwald in order to get a better idea of the injuries.." he spoke before a few thoughts crossed his mind to match the scowl across his face, 'Hvor vover det svin at røre min dronning... jeg slår ham**' the Dane stopped himself before he finished his statement an immediate flush crawled across his cheeks before his shook it off and shifted his arm down around her shoulders and his other underneath her knees lifting her up in a princess style hold cradling her close to his form with a deep concerned expression across his face when her head lulled against his chest. He was afraid the former nation had been out in the cold too long in this mid-winter Nordic weather which was dangerous to nations as well as humans...and her being an ex-nation made her half of both which made it all the more pressing for him to get her somewhere warm. The Dane shifted her dead weight a bit as he began the trudge back towards his own home where his brothers were staying for the holiday season sense their bosses has given them the week off to celebrate.

It didn't take long before Mathias found himself kicking at his own door in annoyance,"Sigurd...Open the damn door..!" he shook his head lightly shifting Maria's dead weight in his arms. He hadn't realized that the Prussian in his arms was starting to bleed a bit more from the pressure being put against the wounds around her abdomen. He adjusted her weight slightly as the door opened revealing the blonde Norwegian who looked almost half asleep as he stared at the scene before him. He raised an eyebrow legitimately shocked by the site of his brother holding the female personification of Prussia in his arms,"Anko...why the hell are you carrying Preussen's søster?" Sigurd growled slightly not liking the idea of anything relating to Prussia in his family's home. The Dane frowned towards his brother, "Did you want me to just leave her half dead in the snow? It's mid-winter, Sigurd...I'm not that heartless..." the blonde hissed towards the other as he pushed passed the smaller Nordic to head inside,"She's been injured...and it looks like Rusland's work.." he frowned as he shifted her weight in his arms a bit trying to make sure he wasn't dripping blood from the open wounds onto the clean floor. He moved into the living room noticing that Tino and Berwald were in the kitchen and Emil was currently sitting in the floor near the couch with a book in his hands. Sigurd shut the door following his idiot brother into the living room, "And what exactly are we supposed to do about that, Anko? its fucking Rusland he'll come after her...He's always had some weird attraction to those twins..." He had his usual scowl on his face as he watched the Dane motion to Emil to move as he laid the unconscious girl onto the couch and moved the cloak away from her body to inspect the damage.

The noise from the living room alerted Tino, the most perceptive of the five Nordics, that something was wrong with their happy family time. He reached up tugging on Berwald's sleeve, "I think something is wrong...there's a lot of commotion coming from the living room..." he said as the taller Nordic nodded in response...he wasn't much of a talker but he understood when the small blonde sensed that something was off. The taller Nordic shifted setting the glasses of cider he was in the process of making down and motioned for Tino to follow closely as they headed into the living area only to be let with a hectic commotion of Sigurd yelling at Mathias...Emil trying to keep the two apart..but what caught his eye was the tuff of silvery blonde hair on the couch. Tino understood the moment Berwald's eyes landed on the young woman on the couch that something was indeed out of place. Tino immediately moved forward the concern for the young woman was expressed on his face as he saw what the cause of the fighting was about,"Berwald...Berwald ... hän on loukkaantunut**." he motioned towards the man who immediately understood as he walked over to join the smaller nation,"It seems you are correct..." he looked towards the fighting siblings and grumbled,"Sigurd..Mathias...quit chur arguin and help ze young lady...I do not need an earful from Preussen if we let anything happen to the young one." he barked towards them in his usual deep voice.

It took a few minutes before Emil was able to calm Sigurd down...and Tino managed to get the thick winter cloak revealing the torn short she was wearing and the tattered brown pants with the Teutonic cross stitched into them. It seemed whoever had done the damage to her body it was repeated over time...her exposed skin was covered in small scars...the main one which seemed fresh enough was a large gash across her side and up to her midsection. Tino shook his head, "It seems that we will need your expert opinion Sigurd...but if we don't stop the bleeding...then she could die." the Finnish nation spoke softly towards the only Nordic who was able to use healing magic...and also happened to one who disliked the Prussian siblings the most for the pain they'd inflicted on their countries when the Nazi troops invade their homes. The blonde Norwegian growled lightly as he glared at the four that stood before him...his eyes fell on the Danish Nordic who wasn't looking at him..his striking blue eyes were staring at the girl on the couch worry lacing their blue abyss. He shook his head and stormed over, "Get out of the way, Anko...Emil...go get some towels...Tino get me a basin of warm water and bring some rubbing alcohol.." he looked to Berwald and Mathias as the two younger Nordics dashed off to do as they were told," Anko, sense you brought her here you are in charge of her care until she is back on her feet and can be out of this place and back to her own family..." he spoke in an affirmative tone before looking to Berwald with a nod.

"Now...I need both of your help to sit her up and unwrap these old bandages..." he said as the taller blonde Nordic moved closer bending down on one knee to lift the girls top half up. The Danish Nordic shifted to help the Swede as they undid the bandages...he could feel his anger rising...but he couldn't understand why...why was he so angry at the thought of someone hurting her...it was so strange to him. As soon as the younger Nordics returned he pulled Berwald aside...something the Dane would have never done under normal circumstances. The taller Nordic looked towards Mathias as they stood outside on the porch as the snow fell. They stood in normal silence that had become so common between them sense the Kalmar Union's dissolve and the War of the Baltic...It took a few minutes before Mathias had gathered his thoughts..the first time he'd ever seen Maria. she had been at her brother's side...one could almost mistake them for each other had she not had long waist length hair and striking violet blue eyes that seemed to pierce right to his soul..he hadn't been able to take his eyes off her. He remembered receiving a nasty glare from Gilbert and a concerned look from Ludwig at his constant staring of the new member to Russland's entourage. He had known sense the cold war ended that only Gilbert had returned home...but he hadn't realized the Russian had kept such a beautiful captive under his hold. Though she didn't look at all phased by the Russian's attentions towards her and her brother...It was Gilbert that looked the most bothered.

"Berwald...How does it feel to be in love with someone who won't return those affections...or doesn't know about them?"

AN: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed the first part of this...this is the first story I've written in so long! D: There will be more! Cause PruxDen is perfect!

Translations: I do apologize for anyone who speaks the languages and reads this...I am neither Nordic nor European so my translation comes from one of my good friends and also Google...so I'm almost sure if you translated me it wouldn't be the same thing I typed so don't hold me accountable for googles inability to translate correctly.

The summary of the story translates to "I'm chasing a dream that came true..."

** Mathias is talking about Russia when he says "How dare that bastard lay his hands on my queen...I'll kill him…"

** Tino tells Berwald that Maria is injured...