Moonlight Over A Blind Sun

1 – Betrayal of the Wind

The world was in chaos.

And so was she. In shatters. Hush now, no one would know.

The night began to be the hardest time for her. What used to be her favourite time of the day, started to turn into her living nightmare.

Darkness was a loyal companion, it would keep everything hidden in shadows. But her thoughts… Those could not be avoided, no matter how much she tried. Thoughts? Perhaps blasphemies were the most suitable name, for such doubts and regrets were sinful in her mind.
Once upon a time Ivan was the center of the universe.
Wake up now Sleeping Beauty, wake up from your long dream, face the end of your built fairy tale.

Wasn't Russia always righteous?
All he did was for them. As he always did.
But she, so wretched she was, had finally gave in to her conscience.
Deep down she knew, terrifying truth set to slay her slowly and softly, that Russia was going out of hand but for too long she had managed to escape reason that so persistently insisted in torment her.

Natalia wasn't heartless. But she fooled the world to think so. For a while she even succeeded in fooling herself. How happy she had been during those times!
But power is such a terrible, devastating concept. Even the kindest of men would fall a slave of its ensnaring, drunken words whispering promises of eternal glory.
Now she could see it clearly, right in front of her eyes. The obsession that drove her brother.
Sweet, dearest big brother Vanya - that name sounded so far away almost from another lifetime - was now Ivan Braginski in all occasions. His eyes set on war and conquest.

Nonetheless she would be forever by his side, even if the whole world was against him. Her love would not diminish.
She would follow him everywhere even through hell.

And in hell they had ended up arriving. A dantesque scenery embellished such infernal dark city, lost on a chain of mountains.
However, it was there that the Devil that Russia was after had hidden so stealthily.
Didn't mattered, he would fall eventually and be under Russian control.
Any attempts of resisting would be fruitless but Ivan would indulge his adversary for a while, see him reach the verge of despair.

Fight then little Romanian fool, your greatest regret would be leaving Bucharest on that night instead of surrender when you had the chance.
Now the Carpathians will witness your downfall, Ivan swore to himself.

When they've arrived to that city whose name Belarus ignored and wasn't minimally interested in knowing, the night was cold and damp filled with a sullen fog.
Natalia could recall perfectly her sister's uncomfortable expression as she stepped outside the car they had arrived in.
What an obscure location, the air felt heavy, she claimed pulling her coat above her mouth.
Russia at first wasn't concerned, in fact he seemed to be looking forward for the next fight against that country.

But time passed, the conflicts turned harsher. It proved to be a challenge for Russia to control all the riots every single day.
There was an uncommon will, a taste for freedom on those people that drove them to never give up on their protests.
If Belarus could she would have joined the fight since the first day but Russia had forbidden her to set a foot outside the house they were temporarily in.
Too dangerous he had said. Natalia did not argued with him on the moment he had proffered those words but the sudden irritation she felt inside her mixed with a deep sadness overwhelmed her.

The prize for following Russia was high indeed, she was now forced to step back and watch Ivan fight alone. He didn't need her help.

Useless.

And so she waited. And the more she waited each night stuck on that house, the more she despaired. How suffocating it was, those long waits, the night seemed to be eternal on that region.

Natalia thrived restlessly to know as much as she could about the situation on the streets and how was Russia doing. The news were scarce and her patience grew thin.
Then after an eternity had passed, Ivan would come back at last. So late at night, always exhausted but never with important developments.

It was bound to happen.

One day a change would come. Belarus often daydreamt about the moment she would step into the conflict and settle everything up. How would Russia adore and admire her then!
Yes, she was bound to be a table turner on that invasion. Natalia was sure of it.

The so fateful night came as uneventful as all the others. Nothing could have foreseen what was about to come.
It was way past midnight and there was no signs of Russia yet. Natalia and Ekaterina were sitting on the living room as it had transformed into a ritual for both, in complete silence.
Ukraine tried to read a book to distract herself of that horridly suffocating ambiance, and Belarus stared outside the window, completely still. Waiting. And panicking in silence.

- Natalia… - the first word proffered on the room for hours and the tone denounced Ukraine's fear. The eldest of the Slavs felt the need to take care of her family more than anything else. She bravely tried to remain calm and composed for Belarus' sake.

The answer took a couple of seconds to arrive, the strong wind had caught Natalia's attention, a horrible weather had fell upon that region on the past days.

- Hm?

- Don't worry… He's fine. I know he is. – oh how weak her voice sounded, she couldn't possibly be any comfort to anyone.

- I know.

- Still you're not going to calm down right?… Natalia…

- I will only rest when he crosses that door. Ekaterina I know that you're trying to make me see this on a brighter light but I just can't.

Natalia, who didn't bothered to look at her sister during their talk, finally turned her gaze upon her sister observing the desolated expression on her face.

- We should be at home… All of us… - finally she had poured what was on her heart for a long time, putting her book aside. Ekaterina's blue eyes, usually with a spark of joy on them, were now empty with worry. For both her sister and brother.

- If big brother wants to be here then I'll be too. I'll always be at his side.

So definitive had been that answer. Ekaterina looked at her sister.
Belarus had always been a stern girl. So cold towards strangers but at the same a burning fire inside her.
Natalia had never been afraid, had never backed down, not even flinched. Or at least never showed a weaker side to anyone. Perhaps not even to herself. She lived for Russia that was enough for Belarus.

But Ukraine knew that the sleeping beauty had woken up and was slowly shattering. Natalia had started to question Ivan.
She was breaking. That last phrase had been said in such manner it seemed like Natalia was trying to convince herself more than any other person.

Suddenly a sound coming from the door and some farewells said in Russian to a leaving car made both jump from their places. At last he had arrived. They both ran to the entrance, where they found Russia placing his coat on the hanger.

- Big brother! – Natalia ran to Ivan hugging him tightly, catching him by surprise.

- Oh girls you're still up? It's so late at night I told you to not wait for me. – he said hugging slightly his sister, clearly with some troubles with one of his arms.

- What's wrong with your arm?… – Ukraine asked holding his free hand worriedly.

- Ah this? – Russia smiled to her to calm her down, while still holding Belarus with the other arm – It's just a scratch don't worry about it.

Natalia's eyes immediately shot to Russia's arm, holding her breath as she saw the stain of fresh blood on it and the massive scratch on his sleeve.

- It does not look like a simple scratch. Are you in pain?... You have to rest, we'll take care of things.

Russia smiled softly as he was perfectly aware that both his sisters were worried.
Belarus had certainly been on the edge of leaving the house in his search despite Ukraine best efforts to calm her down.
Not that Ekaterina wasn't calm herself but Russia knew that she did her best to keep everyone, especially Natalia, minimally peaceful.

Ivan had insisted several times for them to stay back at home but he had been graced with such stubborn sisters. They wouldn't listen to his orders and absolutely refused to let him go to war alone.
He was grateful for their concern, but to put his sisters in danger was something that he would avoid at all costs.
At last they had finally reached an agreement. While they were there they had to stay on that house, safe from all the riots while he took care of things.
It certainly didn't pleased them, Natalia in particular had a hard time accepting such request but that had been Russia's condition.
They could accompany him but they had to follow his request and not leave the house. Not until it was safe.

As they entered the living room, Russia sank heavily on one of the couches near the fireplace looking absolutely spent, sighing loudly and closing his eyes.

- I'll get you some soup, you haven't ate anything since this morning I bet. – said Ukraine going on her way to the kitchen.

- Oh don't bother Katyusha, I'm not hungry thank you. – he answered immediately without opening his eyes.

- Have you ate anything yet? – Belarus' voice was heard right next to him, her eyes locked on his wound.

- … No.

- Then this argument is over big brother. Who did you this? Him? – she asked, the last word almost hissed in fury.

- Oh don't worry about that. He got punished. - Russia smiled happily like he always did, while he watched his sister get some bandages.

Belarus did not said anything else, as she got up and opened a small cabinet. Given the circumstances if Russia came home just with a treatable scratch she could live with it. It could be much worse.

- I just wish that this situation would end so we can all go home at once. – Ekaterina came back placing a bowl of soup in front of Russia when she noticed Belarus approaching with an antiseptic liquid, bandages, a disinfected needle and thread – Oh Natalia please wait a bit for Ivan to eat before you start treating him!

- Don't worry Ukraine, in the end they will all become one with me. – Russia despite having his childish smile still dancing on his lips threw a quick glance to the sharp needle, not overly satisfied – I will end up breaking this idiot's will. Eventually he'll give up. Ah borscht soup, my favourite!

Natalia frowned a bit when she heard Ukraine's request but ended up placing all her medical apparatus down while waiting for Ivan to finish his meal.
Her displease with Russia's statement almost caused her to open her mouth.
How long exactly would Ivan take to conquer that abhorrent creature? If it was such a simple task, as Russia wanted to make it sound, it would have already happened.

No one dared to say a word for a while, the environment on the room turned suddenly quite gloom, abnormally heavy. A profound sense of agitation slowly began to possess Ukraine, how deeply she sensed the tension breaking.
Then, Ivan broke the silence. And Ekaterina held her breath in panic.

As it was bound to happen.

- Belarus do talk to me, I can see that you're not happy. What is it? - throwing himself so willingly to the wolf's lair, Ukraine just knew that Russia was already aware of Belarus' dissatisfaction, how could he not?

Sharpen your knife Sleeping Beauty, your first trial is only but starting.

- I'm fine. – the lie left a bitter taste on her mouth. She wouldn't be able to remain silent for much longer.

- Natalia, do you really thing that you can lie to me?

- Big brother I… I don't like this. – horrid, oh how terribly horrid she was but how could she turn back now – I think it's enough.

First cut.

- You think it's enough. I see. – that softness was ripping his throat, such a violent whisper – After… Everything we went through Natalia…

The impertinence she felt growing on her core. As Natalia rose her eyes, hard as iron now the shades of slumber had drifted away, she had the perfect conscience of her acts but it was too late to back down. Two forces were colliding and neither of them would back down.

- It is enough. What are you trying to prove?

- Do I have to remind you, dearest sister, of those times when we had nothing?... When we looked like mongrels? Absolutely nothing Natalia! But now we shall have it all! – he rose from his chair, imperiously. Oh no, that was not Ivan talking anymore, that was all the glory of the Russian nation. Ivan's voice was now several echoed words from different people, all of them promising to elevate Russia as the most powerful country in the world. And now Sleeping Beauty, will you keep cutting what you love the most? – I would have never dreamt of this day… My sister… My own sister is starting to go against me… Natalia this can't be happening, your loyalty is wavering?...

Ah, of course that she was bound to get hurt too.

- Ivan… - She felt so ruined. How could he show any doubts concerning her loyalty? She, who would forever be at his side. It hurt, it hurt, poor bleeding Sleeping Beauty, her love and dedication were her greatest enemies. Belarus held his hand softly, making him sit. There was no point in disturbing him. Natalia knew she had crossed the line. She shouldn't had said anything – Listen to me. I will always, always be at your side. I'm sorry…

Russia sighed, perhaps he had jumped into conclusions too hastily. Natalia could not possibly betray him. Oh yes, Belarus could be overwhelmingly fervent about his person, but she would never leave his side.

- It's alright. – he answered, smiling softly once again – Natasha, I know that you feel frustrated because I don't let you help me on this war but I'll feel much better knowing that both of you are safe. That makes me really happy you know? So please don't be mad. I'm doing this to protect my family. And speaking of family, I have something for you two.

- Ivan you didn't had to… - In a city where riots would explode at any second, such attitude had been certainly reckless. Ukraine wondered if Russia had any trouble in getting them the gifts. Ivan on the other hand, seemed to have regained his good humour and while smiling, he took a small package from his pocket, giving it to Belarus. He hoped that the present would appease her, somehow he felt that it wouldn't be the last time she would insist on the subject.

- What is it? – she asked curiously, accepting the gift – I hope it wasn't expensive big brother.

- Don't worry about that. Come on open it, see if you like it.

The sound of the paper being ripped along with the cracking wood burning on the fireplace were the only thing that could be heard for a couple of seconds before Belarus gasped on surprise.
In her hands she held a hair bow, similar to the ones she used to wear, but so beautiful it was, the delicate handmade work, the pearly knitted lace around the black fabric gave it an exquisite look.

- I love it big brother, thank you!

Russia smiled pleased with her reaction, she seemed more animated now. He turned then to Ukraine and gave her his gift.

- I thought this was your face.

Oh but it was alive, the way it shone and danced on the fire as Ukraine took the pendant from its box. She smiled happily with such gift. The brown gem resembled a watcher eye observing everyone around, holding inside it a small universe.

- It's an opal but people call it Dragon's Eye.

- Ivan it's beautiful… - she answered without taking her eyes of the gem – Are you sure this wasn't too expensive?

- Don't worry you two, nothing is too much for my sisters. And I promise you two that everything will end up soon. Please be patient. – Ivan got up from his seat and placed his bowl on the table in front of him, preparing to leave the room.

- Big brother your arm. – Belarus grabbed him to prevent Russia from escaping her treatment.

- I'm alright really. I just need some rest that's all, and you two should do the same. – he said while setting himself free and reaching for the doorknob. Then he stopped and slowly he turned around bearing such a sweet smile towards Belarus, Ekaterina shuddered involuntarily - Natalia I hope that when you look at that hair bow, you remember that everything I do is for us all. Therefore you must have trust in me and especially not question my motives, understood?

Her temperament was indeed a terrible thing to control. Wretched, cunning words were thrown as the final blow. Return to your slumber Sleeping Beauty why would you ever want to destroy your built happiness?

For almost a minute Natalia stood there, her whole body almost quivering with rage, until she finally nodded weakly feeling the defeat overtaking her.

- I'm glad. – he answered, pleased - Have a good night girls.

- Sleep well… - muttered Ekaterina, more worried with her sister than anything else.

Belarus squeezed slightly the bow as soon as the door was closed.

She sat still on the windowsill looking down to the snow covered street for hours. The bow had been thrown on the ground on her fury. It infuriated her so much she couldn't even stand looking at it without making her nauseous.

Wicked, mischievous game Russia decided to play with her, as Natalia was well aware of his intentions. Ivan was set to make her feel guilty for trying to go against his wishes and his generosity in offering her such beautiful gift had, in fact, a twisted purpose. In the end such exquisiteness was nothing more than a token to remind her of her allegiance. Now the bow was curled up in the floor, resembling a black serpent ready to strike with its poison, the kind of venom that infiltrates through your body and chews on your heart.

Ivan knew his ways to keep Natalia on the place he wanted. There was no need for shouting or any other persuasion, just plain guilt and a memento.

Should he know her alarming doubt about his rationality…
But no, never, she couldn't possibly have such thoughts, miserable, rotten child she was, she would not forget the times when they were victims of Nature's own impetuous temperament and had to live in the freezing Siberian cold, fighting for survival each day. It was only natural now that Russia sought for greatness, wasn't it?

"Greatness… Ridiculous concept created by foolish men… One can never have too much of it Ivan, that's what they have been telling you for centuries… Oh big brother… For all that it matters to the world, you have always been great… But this… Forgive me, please forgive me for my thoughts but this situation is becoming out of hand… You're becoming out of hand…"

Ekaterina had went to bed hours ago despite her insistence in keeping her company, Belarus had finally convinced Ukraine to leave her alone for a while, since she wouldn't be able to sleep so soon.

Slowly she glanced to the bow laying still on the floor, the curled sable viper almost seemed to softly hiss conniving words, gradually increasing Natalia's anger.
A serpent's mission is to give people the final push towards the forbidden. Do not blame them, they are only able to influence those who already have their minds set deep down on their souls.
She would not allow Ivan to blackmail her as a common subordinate of his!
Indeed her temper was a terrible thing to control should it be stirred, Natalia in the spur of the moment got up furiously and picked the bow up.

Oh let the venom soak her bones and eat her heart as she had no need for it anymore!

Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and without looking back she silently approached the front door, through the dark corridor of her prison. She could hear the wind outside calling her, promising her a brand new world to explore in the depths of the eternal night of that lost city.

Sleeping Beauty, queen of Siberia and for the night queen of the Carpathians, for wicked places deserve wicked sovereigns.

A sepulchral silence engulfed the city, with the exception of the wind who seemed to be a constant substance on such place, never ceasing with its constant hollering sometimes carrying the sounds of the mountains, so grave and terrifying it seemed to play an eternal requiem for the revenants of Transylvania.

How Natalia enjoyed to take strolls all by herself in the dead of night when everything was quiet. Being around crowds was not her preferred hobby, still it was amusing from time to time, one of the few moments she would indulge herself into a childish game of her own.

It was simple, while she was in the middle of the crowd, there was no Belarus on the world. She was invisible. The only ones who were allowed to see her were the ones who did not belonged to this world anymore. For the moment she would be as fleeting as them, didn't belonged on this life or the other on the beyond.
Of course that the game had its certain level of difficulty, the eyes of the humanity were set on their countries' between the dobry dzień and the pryvitannia vaspani, Belarus was rarely unnoticed.

But that could not be possibly compared to the sacrifice she was forced to make when there was a world meeting. The frivolity of such events had its match on the absolute lack of interest on her part. But she would have to feign some sort of concern during such meetings, the eyes of the world were literally upon all of them.

The night was becoming a releasing element for her again, somehow she felt the crushing weight that had been tormenting her for so long had found its atonement while walking through the empty streets, such sweet forbidden liberty.

Strolling around so aimlessly would of course bring her some collateral effects, as a sense of familiarity on the city was causing her to feel slightly nostalgic. Perhaps it was the snow or the dark mountains by the edge of the city that was causing her such unexpected feeling.
She was well aware that the land was filled with strange tales, unholy creatures and a sense of dread coming from that chain of mountains holding so many secrets. It was a shame that she could not learn more about it given the circumstances.

Natalia snapped from her thoughts as she suddenly noticed at her feet some smears of blood still somewhat fresh and some faint footsteps covered by snow. Clearly she had arrived to where a conflict had set place, which meant that her attentions should be redoubled. As Belarus looked around inspecting her surroundings, she noticed a small and narrow corridor at her left between two huge buildings leading to an open area.

Softly, the wind seemed to push her towards it, as if it was written for her to be on that place at that time, stranger and greater forces called her and the mountain seemed to howl in satisfaction as she took the first steps in the direction of the corridor.

Ruby red snow on the ground was shining dimly on the weak moonlight as Belarus walked by such auspicious battlefield but she, Sleeping Beauty who had strolled on endless nightmares before, had never seen the utility of being afraid before and it would not be on that moment that anything would change.

Yet her walk was not meant to be uneventful, it started so weakly that at first she did not noticed it but gradually and slowly a strange sound began to echo in the darkness. Sounded as if something was trying to climb a wall causing some rocks to fall in the water in the process.

Belarus halted where she was standing, scurrying quickly the environment around her, trying to figure from where the sound was coming from, until she saw finally it.

Hidden in shadows, as dark as the night could be. A well. Quite an ancient one. Old nursery tales would advise anyone to not go near old wells, they are passages to the underworld and all sort of fiends and misfortunes find their way to the world of the living through those water storages.
And there, on that ghoulish lost city in the mountains, old nursery tales would come to life as if the Devil himself had graced the land with his hexed powers.

Oh Sleeping Beauty, no one else would have approached the hand that was slowly coming out of the well, but you child of Siberia you know nothing of fear.

First a hand, then another. Both holding on to the stone border of the well accompanied by sharp, deep gasps without cessing. Another stone fell and one of the hands almost slipped but somehow, whatever it was coming out of the dark hole, managed to hold on tightly.

Natalia dared to approach swiftly but silently, her curiosity would not be sated until she found out who or what was coming out of the well despite the danger she could have been putting herself into. How could she simply turn away, like Alice she had woken up to a world of wonders that night.
But, how could she have known what was coming? She had been right from the start, she was indeed bound to be an essential piece for the future events.

Dearest Sleeping Beauty in front of you lays your adversary, the Devil that everyone was trying to conquer. You may not know this now my Sleeping Beauty but you have signed your fate from the moment you have approached that well.

The body fell heavily on the frozen ground in a last impulse. At last he had managed to escape his watery prison. Not without a price of course, the effort seemed to have stolen all the strength on his limps as well as his tarnished pride.

Now he laid there on the floor, trembling while catching his breath so weakly, how powerless he felt.
But his eyes finally opened slowly and in his torpor he distinguished a shadow approaching him carefully accompanied with the distinct sound of heels hitting on the naked stone.
The shade gradually gained a womanly shape as it was approaching, and when a pair of elegant boots carrying the faint scent of Russian leather, halted right in front of him, a smirk appeared on his cold lips.

Fortune had indeed smiled upon him. From his exhausted state he, the poor devil, managed to raise his eyes from the ground to meet those dark eyes as cold as steel observing him from the heights of her self-imposed superiority.

A low laugh emerged from the depths of his throat. If anything else he had a good sense of humour, on that moment he felt that he would rather fight single-handedly against an entire army of Cossacks of the Soviet Union rather than dealing with that woman. But alas, it seemed that the night was only but starting.

- If you're going to try to finish the job at least let me get up. You don't greet ladies on the ground. – he snickered while trying to stand up as dignifiedly as he could.

Belarus observed the feeble attempt of sarcasm from that soaked and trembling man, looking absolutely spent but with such arrogant smile bedecking his lips one would think he had been found in the most dignified of the postures, the sly devil.

- Romania. – the most blasphemous of the names to be proffered on that night, she pronounced it as if she was spitting something unpleasant from her mouth.

- Miss Belarus. – a long, chivalrous bow was made in Natalia's direction, not bothering to hide the cynicism behind it - Always a pleasure to see you. And how can I be of service to you on this fine evening?

- I believe you can guess my answer to that, but do indulge me for a while and tell me what you were doing inside that well.

- Ah, you wish me to entertain you for the night by telling you the wondrous tale of the valiant warrior Ivan, pride and joy of the Soviet Union, against the meek and powerless Romanian soldier? You'll have to excuse me but I believe that your brother will be able to tell you the story with much more embellishment than I.

- Meek and powerless in fact. And also stupid I might add, as the situation could have been easily avoided if someone had already surrendered. You deserve no less for going against big brother's wishes.

- Now, now Belarus, what kind of story would this one be without its antagonist? Your brother decided to play conquests and I'm only happy to be on the opposite side. – the faint smile transformed itself into a mordant grin as he started to walk around Natalia - You see, I've always had this flaw, when someone attacks my land I have this strange impulse of defending it. But worry not! For all my fatal flaws I also have plenty of excellent qualities, being an eximious climber is among them therefore no matter how many times I am thrown to this well, I will always return.

His careful movements did not escaped her attention, from the moment he had started to walk around her, Natalia felt the tension rising upon her body preparing herself for the incoming assault.

Blatant fool. What chance could he possibly have against Russia? For all his cynicism, Romania had to know that he was finished sooner or later and his sudden escape from his capital to seek refuge on a city in the middle of a chain of mountains only added a certain cowardice to him in Natalia's point of view.

It was absolutely pointless to resist but if he was so determined to do it at least he should have faced Ivan in Bucharest and not forcing them to search for him like a witch hunt.

- Why don't you just admit that you are conquered and end this war once and for all?

For a couple of seconds there was silence. Then his laughter echoed suddenly on that square and on the adjacent dark streets.

He laughed until his bones hurt, until he had poured all his anger and rage onto that laughter.

- The war will continue my dear. – he said, still chuckling - Whether I am conquered or not, I am at war. The world is at war. And my opinions on the subject little matter but, I will defend this land from anyone who tries to claim it until my last breath. And do you want to know why? I'll show you.

There was not even the slightest chance for her to trust him, especially when he had such deranged look. And yet that did not disturbed her minimally, not even with rumours about Romania and his supposed magical powers.
The blade of her knives was more deadly than any spell he would dare to cast at her, by the mere fact that she was faster with her hands than he could possibly be with his tongue.

- Very well Romania. – Natalia answered suddenly, decided to comply with his wishes for a while since there was nothing better to do at the moment –You may have some luck after all, it seems that I have some patience for your antics tonight. Humour me.

- We shall see how my luck fares. – he sneered.

Then he dashed with a surprising speed for someone who just had made quite the physical effort towards a shadowy street, almost disappearing in the darkness.
Belarus had to run a bit to accompany his step, but he seemed like a hurricane. With destruction on his eyes and a boiling wrath about to explode. When the blood of his people was spilt there was nothing that would appease his fury. The Russian retreat would be the only thing that could satisfy him and Natalia knew that would never happen.

The only possible end would be the fall of Romania.

And Romania fought, fought like a desperately like a caged animal, holding a fool's hope that he would come out victorious, Natalia could see it. A frantic battle cry of a fallen hero, his last charge only to meet defeat.

None of them said anything else for a while, a deadly quietness was installed on that city as well as between them. The only sound that Belarus heard was someone closing their windows quickly. People were so frightened they would lock themselves inside their homes.
Who could blame them, they were just trying to protect themselves and their loved ones.
Natalia felt being punched by guilt. Ivan was just trying to protect her and Ukraine, but she had to play the role of the rebellious younger sister for once, like the foolish child she was.

The first steps into the real world as a waking Sleeping Beauty were always so harsh, as Natalia was finding out. Her whole existence was a contradiction.

The moment she stepped outside the house, her walk was hexed, the wind seemed to have whispered her the way to Romania. Curse her curiosity, such reckless act would cost her dearly for sure as she wasn't supposed to be found. Somehow Natalia would have to deal with Romania later.

He halted suddenly. And Belarus wondered why he had stop in the middle of a deserted back alley as she automatically reached for one of her knives, waiting for the fateful ambush to come.

It never came.

Instead, Romania stopped in front of a backdoor of a large building and unlocked it.
Pitch black inside as it was expected and Natalia tightened the grip on her weapon as a sense of dismay overwhelmed her. Not even a hint of concern on her expression though, it was too late to back down.
She would paint the floor red if she had to.

He chuckled amused by her reaction. Discreet enough, but not to his attentive eyes. Natalia's stance denounced her tension but how obvious it was to him that she feared nothing. A deadly calm radiated from her, the Sleeping Beauty had finally woken by the kiss of reality, now revealing herself as an ice queen without a single regret. Truly a daughter of Siberia.

But no Devil ever feared danger before and he was no exception.
Him, Romania, Vladimir, Dacia's own descendant with the blood of Trajan running through his veins, knew the steps to that deadly dance.
In fact he was quite the talented dancer and held a wicked relish in stepping towards the menace.

Belarus would be a formidable partner, he was sure of it. How could he not if on his point of view the title of 'deadliest of the Slavs' would be given to Natalia without any shade of doubt.
For sure, Russia was dangerous and right on that moment his greatest threat but Belarus… The lethargic Siberian winter was inside her, on what it seemed such a delicate body.

Lies all lies, whispered the wind on his ears. That woman has a destruction sleeping inside her until now and it will do you grievous harm if you dare to approach her.

But Romania was well aware of who he was facing, he held an absolute respect for her fighting skills and sharp mind nevertheless.

Of course that would not stop him from toying around with Belarus. How amusing it was to make her snap just a little bit, such an amusing game. And being such a dangerous one was only but part of the fun.

- Oh Belarus please, no need to look so tense. – he said smiling - It wouldn't be wise of me to attack Russia's little sister. All I want is for him to leave, ambush you would only make things worse.

Natalia stared at him blankly but loosening the grasp of her knife although never letting down her guard. Romania could not be trusted under any circumstances.

- I don't think you realize the situation you're in. You should be the one who should be tense, do you believe that I am so pathetically coward I would be frightened by a potential ambush? – poor, ridiculous Devil, it would be beyond senseless to attack her. If Romania was already with troubles in defeating Russia, causing Ivan's wrath would be the end of the game for him. He would be crushed. With such thought she smiled a slightly. Russia would not fail and finally they would all be able to go home.

- Heaven's forbid me to attack such a dangerous lady! - he said without hesitation, with a teasing note on his voice and a defiant smile.

On a blink, faster than lightning, the sound of a sharp object being drawn was heard and suddenly Romania found himself pushed against a wall and a knife on the curve of his neck.

- You're starting to piss me off Vladimir. – there were smiles that were meant to ignite people's rage and he had just crossed the line as soon as she proffered those words. The blade was pulled even more against his skin.

How could a blade kill a Devil's smile, so amused he was for finally seeing her lose her composure. And yet he was slightly surprised at the same time.
Oh he knew that provoking that Sleeping Beauty was fatal, the deadliest of the Slavs was indeed worthy of that title but such theoretical knowledge had nothing on experimenting it against his skin.

A deadly cold, bloody kiss on his neck.

Nevertheless, Romania had learnt well his lessons, centuries fighting against Hungary had taught him to never overlook a woman's strength.

On the other hand, Belarus angered face was an absolute delight. She had to do better if she intended to scare him.
With a quick movement he got loose of her deadly grip, pushing her slightly behind and throwing her knife away. Natalia rapidly recovered her lost weapon with a mix of fury and slight admiration. She had met many countries that ticked her nerves but Romania was starting to take the prize.

She got up slowly, observing the smiling man. In fact, he was more capable in battle than she had believed.

Freedom comes with a price Sleeping Beauty, some will try to put you to sleep again, others will toy with you until they grow bored. And no creature who comes out of a well is to be trusted.

- Miss Arlovskaya I must say, for someone who appeared to be so cold you sure blow up fast. – the Devil snickered while fixing his coat with such calm like nothing had happened – But our beautiful nightly walk cannot be all fun and games. I still have something to show you if you recall correctly.

Once again he did not waited for her. Engulfed by the night, he stepped into the building and vanished inside, the only thing announcing his presence was the sound of his steps, getting fainter and fainter.

And she knew, right on that moment, whatever she would find at the end of that darkness it could not possibly be good. But would she run away from Romania? Absolutely not. And so she followed him, preparing herself for the worst but after a few short steps something metallic hit her boots, making her almost trip.

- Careful! – said the echo from above with Vladimir's voice and laughter – You have stairs right in front of you~

His puerility and idiocy was not surprising, now more than ever, Natalia did not had any doubts that Russia would take over control soon. Perhaps it would be the best, it would teach that arrogant Devil some respect.

Carefully she started climb the stairs, at first slowly and carefully but as her eyes started to get used to the dark she quickened her pace, hearing above her hurried metallic steps of someone who had done that trail way too many times.

Suddenly after a turn she saw the end of the flight of stairs and an open door, revealing a terrace with a view to an even bigger square than the one she had previously been.

Belarus pushed the door a little more looking around searching for Romania, only to find him at one of the edges of the terrace, looking down and absorbed on his thoughts.

- Very well Romania, you managed dragged me into this hellhole. – she sighed, stepping closer to him – What is it that you wanted to show me?

- Look down. – Vladimir answered shortly without looking at her – What do you see?

Soft sounds began to echo in the night, as Natalia looked down. At first they were almost imperceptible, like murmurs but then they grew up voraciously until it was all she could hear.

Heart breaking sobs and weeps. Things being heavily dragged through the snow leaving a bloody trail behind.
The ground was bleeding and some people were desperately recovering fallen bodies, perhaps… Perhaps one of them was still alive. Their search was frenetic.
One of them caught particularly Belarus' attention. A young woman was tireless on her search, emanating such an aura of despair it was impossible to not be affected by it.
She froze for an instance suddenly. Then a suffocated scream almost escaped her lips as she stated to run towards a semi snow covered body on the ground.
The woman almost threw herself to the ground, starting to dig and it didn't took long before she had on her arms a small child.

There are sounds that can kill someone.

After some moments of silence on which everything else seemed to stop existing, the woman screamed.
Screamed and screamed, screeched even, in the most inhumane way possible, for what other sound could she make when all her life had ended with the death of her child, cruelly shot and left forgotten to be buried by the snow?

And the Sleeping Beauty closed her eyes, regretting such destiny.

Without a doubt, a country was bound to have a sad fate but humans were not freed from such fortune either as they were bound to suffer along with their country. A select few would never die, cursed to walk the earth for centuries, but others paid for it by dying too easily in their places.
While death ran away from some, it would stalk incessantly others.

- Like the scenery? – his voice was heard suddenly, causing her to snap from her thoughts, open her eyes and look at Vladimir who held a grave expression.

- You're sick. – that was all she could pronounce. Truly disgusting, it almost seemed that she could feel the scent of blood and for once it caused her nauseas. And the weeps who would not cease. It was infested her mind until there was nothing else she could focus on.

- Answer me.

- You're truly sick… What sort of question is that?! Of course not!

- Call me what you will, I had to ask.

- Do you suppose me so heartless that I would not care for the death of a child?

He paused for a second, in an inscrutable silence as if he was seeing Natalia for the first time.

- No. I do not. – he finally answered - But my dearest lady, at this point I have to question everything. I also have another question to you.

- And if I do not wish to answer anything else you ask me?

- You're in your right to do so, I will still pose my question. Tell me then Natalia, do you still think that your brother is righteous?

- Careful Vladimir, I do not like what you're insinuating…

- Depends on your interpretation.

- If by any chance you are implying that my brother killed that child…..

- He is not exactly innocent on this story. So indirectly, yes, I am.

- He would NEVER kill a child! – her temperament exploded once more, to accuse Ivan of a murder of a child was something she would not tolerate.

Before Belarus could do or say anything else, Romania dashed quickly towards her, covering her mouth with his hand.

- I would suggest Natalia, – he whispered on her ear lowly but clearly so she could understand him properly – That you would control that temperament of yours, unless you want to be found. Do you see those people down there? If they catch you I can no longer be the responsible for their actions. I am their country but they have free will and trust me when I say that you do not want to be caught by them. You think you can handle them? You will be overwhelmed in seconds and right now the only way for you to escape is those stairs right there and that path can be easily blocked. A country can't die that's for sure, but who knows how you'll end up once they've finished with you.

She bit him as hard as she could, making Romania to flinch and look at her furiously, his red eyes sparking silent threats towards her but he did not backed down an inch although he removed his hand off her mouth.

- I dare you to say one more thing about my brother… - she snarled, stepping away from him.

- Oh I have plenty of things I wish to say about him, but I'll spare you. Do you understand now Natalia, why I will not accept this invasion from your brother?

- You make him sound like a monster… I will not stand for it!

- We all are monsters Natalia. We, as countries, are terribly flawed. We have all killed before. Me, you, everyone. To deny that your brother has never done anything wrong is to live an illusion.

- I do not recall asking you to give me moral lessons!

- Nor it is my objective. I do wonder though, will you have enough discernment to understand why I won't surrender? It's not just my freedom that is on the stake, it's my people too. Those who have died… I will not let their lives to be in vain.

- Admirable, truly admirable Vladimir, and yet this whole situation could be avoided if you would just surrender. Why can't you see that having my brother as an ally would-

- Belarus, I can't believe that I'm going to say this but here it goes: Take your communist propaganda bullshit elsewhere and shove it up your brother's ass.

She almost laughed with such affirmation. Oh but his hypocrisy was commendable, certainly it was much better to have a monarchy hailing to Berlin! Belarus decided to not answer to his provocations, it was truly not worth her time.

- Vladimir, rest assured that I do not wish to harm your citizens. – she opted to answer rather than argument against his puerile attempt of provocation - But if they try to attack me then I shall not be responsible by my own actions.

- You underestimate these people.

- And you underestimate me.

- Only a complete fool would underestimate you Belarus, I am well aware of what you can do or at least a good part of it. But like I've said before, to attack a family member of Russia would only prove to be suicidal at least but try to reason with an angered crowd. So for everyone's sake let's keep our voices down. - seeing that she had seen some sense on his words and was only staring at him furiously, he proceeded - Now concerning your favourite topic: Your brother. I have no idea how many deaths he has been directly involved and quite frankly the numbers don't matter at this point, but he is responsible for this to be happening. That child has died because it was caught in the middle of a fight between my people and Russian soldiers. And in case I have not been sufficiently explicit before, I've brought you here to show you what your brother has been doing, directly or not, to my people. Not even you can be that blind to the point of denying that he isn't to blame.

And there it was, the core of her inner conflict. The Devil's words were merciless, her heart started to beat so fast Natalia swore that she had smelt her own death right there. She almost wished for it, to doubt her brother was worse than death she was sure of it.

Belarus had gotten out of that house in order to take a walk and to find some peace of mind but instead she only found troubles and increasing doubts. And all of those things held the name Romania on it.

She fervently wished from the bottom of her heart, that Vladimir had stayed on that well, but it seemed like she was bound to be punished for disobeying Russia and for having such doubts about him.
But worse, even worst to increase her guilt, was the fact that she allowed those qualms to grow for quite a while.
They've started so softly and quiet, like a weak breeze on a summer afternoon. Barely perceptible, just the fainted caress on ones face but when she noticed it has transformed into a storm, ravaging her mind, killing her heart.

And Romania spoke again, he wasn't finished.

- We won't back down Belarus but I want to avoid more innocent blood spilled in vain. Convince your brother to leave.

As if there was anything else she wished more than that. But Russia seemed to have something to prove to the world, feeding his wish to be bigger and greater than anyone else but at the same time the more his desire grew the more his hubris would blind him and not even she could do anything to stop him.

- I can't. – Natalia whispered almost choking on her own words. It was painful for Sleeping Beauty to recognize the state Russia was and how she was betraying him.

No, enough, it was too much. She had to go back and never disobey Ivan again.

The bow slightly touched the nape of her neck and the fabric contact against her skin felt like she had been bitten by the viper at last. It burned her to the bones.

- You can't? Don't worry if you scare him good, which is something you seem to excel, he'll eventually listen to you. I have full trust on your chasing abilities!

He knew that he was being slightly unscrupulous at the moment, but much like Belarus, his patience was also getting thinner and he would not have any mercy on his words.

He was expecting for Belarus to get enraged any time now but nothing of the sort happened. She just turned her back to him and started walking along the terrace, lost on her thoughts.
Pale and cold under the starless sky of the city, Belarus looked like a haunting spirit wandering aimlessly through that place, lost and not knowing where she belong or where to turn. Suddenly, she turned around to face Romania and for a moment he could have sworn that he had seen some tears on her eyes but on the other second there was nothing there.

- He won't listen. – Natalia answered shortly, hoping that no other questions would follow – Your options are to give up or fight. If you don't want anyone else to die, surrender to him.

With a sad smile on his face, Romania kept observing the burial ground that the square had transformed into.

- You know my answer to that Belarus.

- Then I can only hope that big brother conquers you quickly. For everyone's sake.

His sarcastic scoff was heard in the night, Romania looked at Belarus with a condescending expression.

- Thank you for your consideration Miss Arlovskaya, so very kind of you! I can only hope that I beat your brother quickly then.

In the distance the sound of a lonely church bell announced the hours, its echo perished alone in the dead of the night.
Natalia noticed how everything was quiet now. The weeps of despair had vanished, just like that poor woman.

It was too late at night, she should return soon but there was something worrying her. She could not take that risk but there was no guarantees that she would be safe. Belarus would have to ask Romania and hope for a miracle. If not, drastic measures would have to be taken.

- Listen to me closely Vladimir. You absolutely can't tell my brother that I've been out. If you dare to say a damn word about it, I assure you that the next thing you know I'll be gouging your eyes out and smash them under my boot. You'll be wishing that you had never gotten out of that well.

Oh she knew that intimidating that Devil would not be an easy task. All the graphic descriptions of torture directed to his person only seemed to amuse him greatly.

What could Belarus do, she had no other choice. If Vladimir happened to open his mouth in the morning to Russia about their nightly encounter she would have to live with Russia's disappointment for the rest of her eternity.
Natalia swore on that moment to herself that she would never go against Ivan's wishes ever again, she would stay at the house like he wanted and would never defy him.
She could not throw everything away on a simple moment of selfishness. After all he was her most beloved person in the whole universe. What was she thinking? As long as Ivan was happy what mattered the rest of the world to her?

Now that you are awake, I shall never let you sleep again my Beauty, murmured suddenly the wind again in a language long forgotten.

The wind, Vladimir's counterpart, was treacherous. It had been against Natalia since the beginning, all her secrets had been heard by it and she was betrayed.
That bow had been a sign of a bad omen since the beginning, it carried heavy burdens for Belarus and now it decided it was time to be released from her grasp.
The knot wasn't as tight as it should from all the running and the wind took it from her. Natalia tried to grab it but Vladimir caught it first, picking it up from the floor and examining it closely.

The serpent had crawled back to the hands of its master.

- Give it back, that's mine! – she exclaimed restlessly dashing in his direction, ivory golden hair floating in the nightly breeze.

His deftness did not failed Romania and in a glimpse he had set a good distance between both once again.

And she shivered almost in terror. You're mine you're mine, crooned the wind.

- You have a very beautiful bow Belarus. – Vladimir smiled lazily, taking his time running his fingers through the knitted embroidery - I recognize this work, it is typical of this region. I do wonder how you got it…

- It's none of your damn business give it back! – Belarus ordered in fury, muttering in the heat of the moment threats on her own mother tongue - Ja zabju ciabie…

How curious how a simple black fabric used as a bow on his hands caused Natalia to look so disturbed.

Still smiling, Vladimir sat once again on the edge of the terrace without even bothering to look at Belarus, too busy observing the small details of the bow – If I had to guess, I would say that this was a gift, am I not right? I can see it was, your initials are even sewn here on one of the tips.

Her expression told him all he needed to know. It is almost a flaw to have such beautifully expressive eyes, my dear.
It was clear that he was holding on his hands something precious to Natalia and she would do anything to have it back.
Devil's luck indeed. He had won the night after all.

- So you say you want me to stay quiet about your little escapade tonight to your brother isn't that right?

In a turn of events she understood how suddenly the Devil held the upper hand now, and she was at his mercy.

Her knives were grabbed out of fury, Belarus would send him back to the hell he came from before he spoke anything further.

The first blade was thrown with an unmeasurable speed, Vladimir barely had time to dodge it, but the second one razor past his face, deeply cutting his right cheek.
But Romania didn't seemed to notice the wound nor the blood. Instead, he smiled triumphantly in Belarus' direction while grabbing tightly the bow.

- Is that how you start a trade Belarus? Where is your diplomacy? I'll tell you what I won't say anything to Russia, I'll pretend I never talked with you or even seen you. I'll even give your bow back I promise!

- Spit it out what you want at once! I don't have patience for your games Romania!

- Oh nothing too important, no one will even notice we were there! I'm sure you can arrange things for us without raising suspicions!

Never a Sleeping Beauty looked more menacing than that one, Natalia seemed to be ready to throw Vladimir off the terrace at any second so he decided to cut the chase.

- It's very simple really, we are in dire need of supplies. After all, thanks to your brother our resources are diminishing at considerable speed and as you might guess we won't be able to stock up so soon. A little bird has told me that you're using the storage close to river, so the deal is simple. Find a way to get me in, and let me and my friends take some supplies. In exchange, you'll have your bow back and my vote of silence. That's all there is to it. Take it or leave it.

And to think that for seconds she actually feared Romania. His fall on the well had certainly affected his ability to blackmail, so ridiculous his proposal was. Belarus scoffed more than displeased, as if his presence was not already a bother on its own, let alone forcing her hear such preposterous nonsenses. Natalia saw no utility in answering, as he was not worthy of an answer. In a swift and dignified movement, she spun around towards the stairs, that meeting was over and he should be glad that he got out of it mostly unharmed.

- I see. I suppose it doesn't matter if your brother knows about what you did then. – he patiently waited for his words to sink in. Slowly, his smile widened on the moment Belarus halted on her place. Sleeping Beauty already had too many conflicts rising inside her, she could not afford to add another one to her growing guilt.

The undisputed queen of Siberia turned around to face the Romanian Devil, her glare anything but friendly but also bearing an expression of resignation. In silence the two sovereigns stared at each other until she finally spoke.

- Give me three days. I must say Vladimir, for some reason I expected something a little better coming from you but I suppose I've been too naïve. It doesn't matter the outcome of your plan, my big brother will beat you anyway.

Romania strolled victoriously through her, starting to climb down the stairs without looking back.

- Who knows, I may still surprise you, it would be rude of me to disappoint a lady. – he jeered, finally turning his head back to Belarus - I'll see you in three days then dragă. I can see we're going to get along just fine! I suggest you hurry up, how are you supposed to get home if I don't take you there?

The Devil disappeared in the darkness leaving Belarus to be taunted by the wind who laughed and laughed at Sleeping Beauty's misery. She had woken up to be used once again as a pawn, how was that any better than to be still on her deep slumber?

He had only got of that well to drag her down with him. The night would bring her now more concerns, the main one bearing a dangerous smile, soft venomous words and going by the name of Vladimir Mihai Dragulescu, the country of Romania.

EDIT: 11/09/16

Author's Notes: It's been over a year since I started to write this and I have to say that despite everything I'm quite surprised by the amount of people that took interested in this fic! For such a rare pair I think it's a success! With a lot of hard work mixed in but nevertheless, a success.
I've decided to re-write the first two chapters because I believe that I have grown so much as writer, I just had to upgrade them.
I finally feel I'm fully expressing myself on this fic.

And for those who are wondering, don't worry I am working on the 5th chapter I did not forgot about it.
Again, English is not my mother tongue and it will never be therefore I apologize for any mistakes you may eventually find

Author's Notes: I'm so happy for finally posting the first chapter here! This has been a struggle, for over a month I have been at war with this fic but the world needs more RomBela! I'll never understand why it is such a rare ship.
They have quite the dynamic together don't you think? I love these two so much!

This is quite the ambitious project, I have 10 chapters planned, let's see if I can pull this until the end!

The whole part of Romania being thrown into a well is based on real events, I once met a Romanian boy who told me that when the Russians invaded the country, his great grandfather (or something) would always take part on the riots and in the end he always ended up being thrown to a well but he always managed to crawl back to the surface.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and if you could leave a review it would be much appreciated!

(if there's any grammatical mistakes or typos I apologize, English is not my mother tongue)