A/N: Bonjour! 8D This is a new thing I wanted to do, I loved the idea when I came up with it and it wrote out well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia. ;A; I also don't own Soraphine Ranier (Monaco), she belongs to my friend Monica. Momo, you flying teacup, I love you lots.
Note: THIS IS AU, MEANING THEY AREN'T NATIONS. ;u; Okay, you all must enjoy now, okay? 8D
Her hair was cut short, short like a boy's would be. But not too short, still shaggy and hanging into her doll-like face in pieces. Her waist was thin, abdomen well toned, but still she had obvious hips. Her face was feminine, cheeks round with eyes too large to properly fit her face. Her mouth was small, with full pink lips and a sloped nose just above it.
"Cela ne fonctionnera pas, Francis," she murmured. This will not work, she said to him. Her voice was another problem. Light and high with a carrying lilt, she would quickly be identified as a woman in the foreign country.
"Estonienne, Estonienne... Vous devez vous rappeler de parler leur langue, ma chérie. Vous perdez l'opération si vous ne le parlent pas correctement." You must speak their language for fear of ruining the operation, he told her. It was dangerous, going to Estonia for this purpose in the first place, but the chance of her slipping up was even more so. "Approfondir votre voix, comme nous l'avons pratiquée, Yvette," he continued. Deepen your voice, as we have practiced.
"Je.. ahh, oui," she obliged, lowering her voice to a deeper octave. It wasn't easy, but not difficult either. Her voice was now low, still smooth as the silken sheets she was accustomed to.
"Au revoir, ma chérie," was the unified harmony the voices of only Soraphine and Francis could form through tone inflection. Yvette simply smiled, tilting her head a little.
"Au revoir," she murmured in reponse, kissing both of their cheeks twice and boarding the plane that awaited her. She could've admitted to herself that she was excited to go to the new country, but.. that would be odd, in a way. She was being sent out to spy and then kill someone, for Chrissake she wasn't there to watch the butterflies.
What was worse was that she knew her to-be victim's step-brother, Raivis. Raivis was a young Latvian that stumbled over his words more than the normal person, but it really wasn't his fault. His adoptive 'father,' Ivan, was quite the terrible being. It surprised Yvette that he had even been granted the three children. Toris she knew vaguely, the Lithuanian seemed ever-cheerful and eager to serve at any given oppertunity. She knew behind that was a heavy insecurity built up by his Russian caretaker. She herself had been adopted from a Seychellois orphanage by Francis, who later introduced her to the Englishman she so detested.
She reviewed the file she had been given, sitting in solitude on the plane that had yet to take off. "Eduard," she murmured, sighing a little. This person had a name, a face to that name.. a history of which she would rather not know, but she did. She knew a lot of Eduard from Raivis, and even more from the manila folder she clutched in her hands.
"Do you mind if I sit here..?" Yvette's head snapped up, closing the file quickly. She smiled at the charming man, his glasses caught in a slight glare from the aircraft's interior lights. It was a red-eye flight; late and dark aside from the pale, almost eerie glow given off my the little lights. His hair was a pale blonde, not too light but not a dirty color. She was briefly caught up in seeing him, breath in her throat as she struggled to do anything but nod.
"Sit..? Jah," she finally mumbled softly, nodding fervently again. He smiled gratefully, sitting in the seat next to her-- no, not the one on the side, not the window, where she was, right in the middle--and looked at her curiously.
"Kas te räägite Eesti keeles?" he asked meekly, still smiling a little. Yvette pushed some of her hair out of her face, looking at him from the corner of her eye with her mouth open slightly.
"Ah.. jah, mul on seal elanud pikemat aega, ma olin puhkusel jaoks pühad," she lied easily. Yes, she spoke Estonian. She had lived there for many years.. she had been gone for the holidays. Of course that was the best she could manage. 'Damn,' she swore mentally, biting her lower lip. The other, who was obviously a native of Estonia, smiled brightly once again. "Räägin paremini Inglise keelt," she cautioned him. I speak better English, she said.
"That is no problem," he said carefully, still smiling. "I speak English fine, very good..."
"I am glad.. my Estonian has become a little rusty, jah..." she trailed off, slipping the manila folder in her carry-on bag. She glanced to him again, smiling politely. "My name is Laine Alekseev," she said softly, "what is yours?"
"Ahh? My name..? Eduard von Bock," he said, extending his hand carefully. She smiled yet again, taking his hand in her slender one and shaking it firmly. She was worried now. This man was friendly and attractive. This man was the one she must kill. She brought his hand up to her lips, brushing her lips to his knuckles. She wanted to remember him while he was still happy. The gesture brought a faint flush to his cheeks, the Estonian thanking whatever God was up there that it was dark on the plane. The lights were too dim for her to see the light scarlet.
"What kind of music do you like, Eduard?" she adored the way his name dripped from between her lips like melted chocolate-- wait, did that even make sense? He was muddling her mind already. She regretted obliging to letting him be in her company on the ride, they hadn't even taken off yet and she was already stumbling over her words.
"Mm.. Vennaskond, J.M.K.E., Jaak Joala," he mumbled, seeming thoughtful as he spoke. Oh, no. They had music in common. She loved those bands. Pille-Riin was one of her favorite Vennaskond songs, she had spent hours translating it into English, then into French so she would always know. This was a bad sign already, she knew it was trouble the moment she laid eyes on him.
They spoke idly of insignificant things, laughing every so often as the flight progressed. They had already found so much in common of each other, technological geniuses--though she knew more of technology for sea diving and other marine type things, he more of hacking and government things. It intrigued her; she knew he liked computers, but she didn't know how much he liked them. They seemed to be one of the most important things to him. His brothers were right above technology, though. He spoke so highly and affectionately of them, chuckling awkwardly and apologizing for rambling every so often. Yvette would reassure him, urge him to continue until they were both babbling about their families.
Soon it was later than late; Yvette was exhausted and it was evident in the true Estonian that he was tired as well. They bade each other a drowsy goodnight, drifting off ending with Yvette's head on his shoulder, his cheek rested lightly on top of her head. They slept until they felt the plane beginning to descend, startling Yvette out of her slumber. She realized how close she was to the man. Oh, no, she was in trouble now. Her hit was an intoxicating being; good luck to her if she would be so bold to actually go through with this.
She would be damn lucky if she managed that feat.
A/N: Okay, so the first chapter is on the mini side. But it's good, right? REVIEW IF YOU LIKED! :D ::lovelovelovelove::