A/N Hello! This is my first Hetalia fanfic, so please don't be too harsh. ^^ For those who follow me on Deviantart, this isn't anything new. I've decided to post this story on here just to see how people like it. So, please, please read and review this; I really want to see how you guys like it, if you do. I know very well that the plot is very unrealistic, but this is more of a writing exercise than anything else. ^^ Oh, and be warned; Italy and Germany are very OOC in this... ^^;
Bring on the Rain
"Sinopa! Come on, we gotta go!" a woman called impatiently, shifting from foot to foot while glancing at the clock hanging on the wall every two seconds.
"Coming Mama!" a child replied, running down the hall, her long deep brown hair bouncing behind her as she ran.
The woman smiled at the seven year old, her brows furrowing at the sight of a pale scar running across the child's face despite herself. Sinopa grinned happily at her mother, her chocolate eyes sparkling in happiness and innocence as she held her favorite toy -a stuffed fox- close to her.
"Are you ready, Darling?" the woman asked kindly, grinning down at the girl, who nodded wildly.
"Oh yes! I can't wait to go see you work!"
Still grinning in amusement, the woman opened the door and lead Sinopa out, turning around and locking the door after she shut it. They both quickly walked down the streets of Rome, the older woman choosing to duck into some alleyways to save some time, as the little girl already made her late.
"Mama? Is this the way to your work?" Sinopa asked as she accidentally stumbled on some piece of trash, only catching her footing at the last moment.
Glancing behind her, the woman gave a hurried smile and took the girl's hand, tugging her along a bit faster.
Sinopa Rhiannon Scott and her mother, Adsila Scott had moved to Rome, Italy for Adsila's job for a business. Both of them had been born in America; Oklahoma to be more exact. Adsila is a full-blood Cherokee while Sinopa is half Cherokee, half Sioux-Lakota. Sinopa's father had passed away a few years after Sinopa was born from a heart-attack. Before he passed away, the Scott family lived in San Diego, California. With much encouraging from her friends, Adsila packed up her family and moved to the Cherokee reservation in Oklahoma, where her mother and sister had property there. Sinopa was only four. About a year later, her grandmother died, leaving Adsila, Sinopa, and her aunt as the last living relatives. After a few more years, Salali, Sinopa's aunt, married and moved away to live with her husband in Maine. Salali and Adsila had never been on the best of terms, even as adults. As a result of their dislike for each other, Sinopa never had a chance to get to know her aunt. A little after Sinopa turned seven, Adsila got a job transfer at the engineering company she works at. So the two packed up their bags and moved to Rome, where they had resided for the past few months.
Sinopa clutched her stuffed fox tighter as she allowed herself to be pulled along, occasionally stumbling on some debris or on her own two feet. Adsila hoisted her purse higher up on her shoulder as she made a sharp turn down another alley, making Sinopa yelp at the sudden direction change. Out of the corner of the girl's eye, a shadowy figure followed them, slipping into the shadows before the girl could get a better look at him.
"Mama! I think someone's following us!" Sinopa called as they rounded another corner, making her mother freeze.
Adsila spun on her heel, scooped Sinopa up, and turned to run the rest of the way only to look down the barrel of a gun. A man dressed in all black and had a mask covering most of his face grinned at the startled and scared look on Adsila's face.
"*Datemi i vostri soldi e il corpo e non voglio farle del male." he growled, moving forward as Adsila backed into a wall in an effort to escape.
Glancing behind her as her back hit the cold stone, Adsila shook her head, stuttering, "I-I don't—"
He rolled his eyes and mumbled something in that same strange language before growling, "Give me your money and I won't hurt her."
He turned his weapon towards the girl in her arms, who just gazed at it curiously.
"Hey Mister? What's that for?" she asked, pointing at the gun with the hand not holding onto her toy.
He stiffened at the question and tightened his hold onto the handle.
"Hush, Darling. Not now," Adsila murmured, gently setting the girl down and reaching for her purse.
The man grinned and kept his weapon pointed at the little girl as her mother dug through her purse with shaking hands. Multiple times the woman fumbled with it, almost dropping it. "Come on woman! I don't have all day!" he snarled, using his thumb to move the hammer back.
Panicking, Adsila whimpered and dug frantically, eventually pulling out a worn leather wallet. During all of this, Sinopa regarded the man with the curiosity of a child, tilting her head to one side as she held her stuffed fox. The man's eyes occasionally flickered to the curious girl before going back to her mother, who was starting to walk forward on shaking legs. Just as the man reached out to take the wallet, it slipped between Adsila's shaking fingers. His hand jerked back as he sneered at the woman.
"Pick it up. You have until the count of three to hand it over, or I'll shoot."
With tears in her own brown eyes, Adsila nodded and stooped to pick it up only to have it fall again.
"One."
He lifted the weapon so that it was pointing to the child's head. Sinopa, who had seen the tears in her mother's eyes, whimpered and clutched her toy in fear.
"Two."
Adsila cried out as she picked the leather up with both of her hands and stood up, forcing her shaking legs to move. When she saw his finger tense on the trigger, she screamed and pushed her beloved child out of the way.
A shot rang out into the morning, startling the people on the streets and causing them to run towards the nearest shelter. Sinopa, who had fallen from her mother's forceful shove, whimpered in pain and slowly got to her feet, tears starting to make their way down her tan cheeks.
She turned around to see her mother lying at her feet, crimson blood flowing out of the open wound in her chest. She stared at her before turning her tearful gaze to the man. His eyes were wide, visible from behind his mask, as if he couldn't believe what he did. He started as the little girl turned towards him, glancing between him and her mother at her feet. He watched her face go from a tearful sorrow to anger as she bared her teeth at him.
"YOU MONSTER!" she wailed, charging at him and kicking him in the shin, making the man howl in pain and hop around.
She turned towards the alley that had the most sound coming from the other end of it and rushed down it, her hot, salty tears blurring her vision. She heard footsteps rushing towards her, and she swerved towards the wall to avoid the person only to crash into someone, knocking her back onto the ground. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, clutching her stuffed fox tighter to her chest.
"Ve~ Come on Germany! You're gonna love this restaurant I found yesterday!" an excitable Italy chirped, tugging a slightly flustered Germany along the sidewalk.
The brunette Italian babbled on about other things as Ludwig glanced around every so often. Somehow the tall blond man sensed something was amiss. Just as Italy got back to the subject of the restaurant, a shrill scream and a gunshot rang out to the morning air, startling both of the nations.
"Ve!~ Let's go Germany!" Italy wailed, trying to turn around and run.
The German caught hold of his arm and dragged him down a nearby alley.
As the two sprinted towards the source of the sound, they heard a high voice scream, "YOU MONSTER!", then a howl of pain.
Moments after, they saw a dark brown figure come around the corner and started pelting towards them. It swerved blindly towards the wall and into a very scared Italian, knocking them both to the ground.
The German only glanced back at the two and sprinted on ahead, pulling out his own gun and cocking it. Behind him, the girl whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, clutching her stuffed fox tighter.
Italy groaned in pain and sat up, rubbing his back in an attempt to ease the pain.
"Ve!~ Are you alright?" the Italian asked frantically, spotting Sinopa a short distance away from him.
She only whimpered again and cringed away from him, lifting her head briefly, showing a tear-stained face. She started when she saw Italy sitting there with a confused and concerned expression. Her head flew up, revealing the rest of her face and scared, sad chocolate eyes. Fresh tears started streaming down her cheeks as she wailed loudly and threw herself at Italy, clinging desperately to the front of his jacket. He jumped in shock, but eventually wrapped his arms around the sobbing Sinopa, the force of her sobs shaking his body slightly.
"Shh, hush now. **Va tutto bene... ora sei al sicuro… Shh," Italy murmured, gently rocking back and forth in an effort to calm the girl.
She only whimpered and pressed her face into his chest.
"Ve~ Where's your mama?" he asked quietly, gently stroking Sinopa's hair when the sounds of yelling reached them, gunshots ringing out soon afterwards.
Sinopa's head shot up and her eyes went wide.
"Mama!" she screamed, jumping off of Italy and pelting back down the alley, said Italian following not far behind.
Sinopa slid to a stop beside the crumpled form of Adsila, dropping her fox and sinking to her knees. Behind her, Italy had caught up to her and cried out in alarm, whipping out his cell phone and calling paramedics, speaking rapidly into the phone.
He didn't notice Sinopa crawl over to her mother, getting blood all over her hands and knees as she stopped in front of Adsila.
"Mama?" she asked, taking both of her hands and gently shaking the woman.
Adsila's eyes opened slightly and brown orbs flicked up to the girl's tear-stained face. "Sinopa Rhiannon, you are such a beautiful girl," she whispered, lifting and placing a shaking hand onto the child's cheek, weakly cupping her chin.
"Mama, you're gonna get better, I know it!" Sinopa said, nodding her head as if she was absolutely sure of it.
The child's optimism made the woman smile faintly.
"So strong for such a young age," she breathed before descending into a coughing fit that shook her entire body.
"Mama?" Sinopa asked, her voice rising in panic and fear.
Italy had hung up the phone and was watching the two with tears of his own streaming down his face. Adsila's eyes flickered up to the Italian then back to her daughter's worried face.
"I-I don't want your aunt taking care of you after this. Young man, come here please." Adsila said, lifting her eyes and weakly beckoning Italy over.
He started and rushed to her side but still keeping a respectful distance away.
"I know you don't know me or my daughter at all, and we don't know you, but she seems to be comfortable around you," Adsila said, raising her voice as much as she could.
"Would you do this dying mother a favor and take care of my daughter for me?"
The Italian's eyes widened in surprise.
"I-I-," he started, but saw the pleading look in the woman's eyes.
Wordlessly, he nodded and was surprised when a cool hand touched his cheek.
"Thank you, so much. I hope she behaves for you," the woman murmured then turned back to her daughter.
Sinopa glanced from Italy to her mom.
"But you're gon-," she started, but was cut off by a cool finger on her lips.
"Hush my darling, my precious daughter," Adsila murmured. "Do you remember that song we used to sing every night?"
Sinopa nodded.
"Can you sing it with me?" Adsila asked with a sad smile slipping onto her lips.
"Yes Mama," Sinopa replied, then waited.
"You'll be in my heart," Adsila started, cupping Sinopa's cheek again and slowly rubbing her thumb over her cheek.
"Yes, you'll be in my heart," Sinopa continued, her high voice cutely off-key.
"From this day on,"
"Now, and forever more."
"You'll be in my heart,"
"No matter what they say."
"You'll be in my heart,"
"Always..." Sinopa whispered, her voice cracking on the word as she leaned into her mother's touch.
"...Always..." Adsila breathed her eyes flickering to the tearful Italian and back before smiling and closing her eyes.
After a few moments, both Sinopa and Italy heard a soft exhale as the woman's tanned hand went limp and fell to the ground.
"Mama? Wake up Mama! Mama!" Sinopa cried, using both her hands to shake Adsila's body to no avail.
Realizing that she wasn't going to wake up, Sinopa wailed and buried her face into her mother's blood-stained shirt. Italy looked on the young girl with sorrow and pity in his amber eyes, gently prying her away from the cooling body when the paramedics rushed onto the scene along with the police.
"NO! MAMA!" she screamed, thrashing around in the Italian's arms in an effort to escape and rejoin her mother.
A/N Again, please review! I would love to hear what you guys have to say, be it good or bad! ^^
*"Datemi i vostri soldi e il corpo e non voglio farle del male." - Give me your money and body and i won't hurt her
** "Va tutto bene... ora sei al sicuro…," - It's all right ... you're safe...
Sinopa and Adsila belong to me, along with the plot. However, Italy and Germany belong to Hidekazu Himaruya! ^^
~Meerkatgirl13
