Disclaimer: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia, and I an also not being historically correct.
(Yay. My first Hetalia fanfic! XD I hope you like it!)
Prologue
Sunflowers surround me as I lay, barely alive on the soft earth. A subtle summer breeze caresses along all my injuries as if torturing me. I'm in so much pain. I don't even remember what happened to me. All I know is that I was hurt, bad. I wish I knew why I was dying. Being without that knowledge scared me. I didn't want to die.
I coughed a little as I began to cry. The pain was so much that I could no longer contain my sorrow. I was never going to see any of my favorite things again; not like I could remember them now. My tiny body trembled as I cried. I guess I was just too fragile for this world.
Amongst my crying a very tall male figure came through the forest of sunflowers. Even though it was the late afternoon I couldn't see his appearance other than his outline. My vision was already so blurred. The figures voice murmured something I could not understand, and then I felt him pick me up and hold me in his sturdy, warm arms. Who was he? Why was he helping me? I didn't understand. Did he know me? I wanted to ask him, but my body completely gave out on me. I lost consciousness immediately.
When I awoke I was still in a lot of pain. My moaning noises caused someone to come in to check on me. My vision was still extremely hazy. All I could tell was that this figure was different from the one that brought me there. This one was female and I could have sworn every time she moved she emitted a bouncing noise. This new woman came bounding at me, bawling her eyes out. She fretted over me saying words I once again could not understand. I winced as she hugged me.
The man came back in and talked to the woman. He seemed not too happy about her smothering me with hugs, or that's what I assumed he meant. The woman left, somewhat moping, bouncing as she exited.
The silhouette of a man came up to my bedside and sat next to me. Gently he stroked my face and head. He was so cautious and soft in his movements, that I could almost fall asleep because of it. He lightly picked my little body up against him as he took out something else. It smelled like food. His blurred hand brought something toward my face. I merely opened my mouth and let him feed me. His food was very delicious. I couldn't help but smile. He set me back on the bed, stroked my head once more, and then left. Now happily content and full I dozed off. I never thought anyone could be this nice to me. I kind of wanted to stay in this place forever.
Hours later I was startled awake by that same man. This time I was actually feeling much better and my vision had finally returned. Unfortunately the lights were off so I couldn't see my rescuer. He picked me up and held me very close to his solid chest. Actually he had me wrapped up in his coat. I didn't even bother to look up at him while he ran out of his home. He was heading somewhere that I had no idea of. He kept talking to me, although I could not understand him. He was in a rush, but by the way he spoke it sounded like he was trying to comfort me. I couldn't really say it wasn't working. I felt tremendously safe with this man.
My rescuer carried me off to a different house. The lights were on, but we were so far from it that I could still only make out his outline in the shadows. Sweetly, he kissed my forehead and handed me off to an anonymous person who mysteriously appeared out of nowhere. He said what I could only understand as a goodbye. Then he left me all alone with a total stranger.
I cried as the woman took me into her home. It was large and beautiful with elegant artworks everywhere. Regardless, I couldn't get myself to stop crying. I never even got to know the name of that man who saved my life.
The woman carried me into a small room with a baby grand piano inside. She sat in an old rocking chair next to the door and began to rock me. Whimpering I peered up at her. She was very pretty, with long brown hair. She smiled at me in a kind fashion.
"It's alright now little one," she said. "You're safe."
By this time I was bawling my eyes out. I'm not completely sure why either. It's not like I knew that man who rescued me in the sunflower field. He only saved my life, probably without much thought. That's what any normal person would do, wouldn't they?
"Hungary! What's going on? Why all the commotion?" A handsome man appeared, standing in the threshold to the room. He looked rather sophisticated by the way he dressed. This house must have been his.
I felt as the woman known as Hungary tightened her arms around me. She seemed to be protecting me. I wonder if that man was a bad guy. She was being awfully defensive. When the man finally noticed me in her arms he frowned and crossed his arms.
"Elizabeta," he said, his frown deepening. "What is that?"
I gulped nervously. I could tell he was talking about me. I don't believe I had ever been referred to as 'that' in my entire lifetime. I ended up glaring daggers at the man and trying to get closer to Hungary. She smiled briefly before talking to him.
"She was rescued and brought here Roderich," Hungary informed. "She's so young. Will you please let her stay here?"
The man rolled his eyes in disapproval. He slowly took off his glasses and began to clean them off with a spare cloth. He sighed, "I don't really want anymore children in my house. Italy and the Holy Roman Empire were enough of a hassle."
She peered at him with her big brown eyes, "Please Roderich. She has nowhere else to go."
For a moment after Elizabeta talked, there was only silence. I glanced back and forth between the two. Roderich seemed to be thinking intensely about whether or not to keep me. Hungary was still half-glaring at him with her beauty. Deep down I knew he would not let me stay. No one did, not even the man who rescued me. Soon enough I found myself crying once more. I didn't want to be left alone to die like last time. At least the guy from before cared enough to take me somewhere else. This new man probably didn't even care if I were to die if I was left alone.
Suddenly, among my fit of crying, I felt as though I were being pulled away from Hungary. I was crying too hard to notice though. Was it Roderich who was carrying me away from Elizabeta? It had to be. I only decided to look when the person seated himself at the piano.
He really was Roderich. He had me sitting comfortably on his lap. He noticed my teary eyed expression and gently wiped away the tears. His expression was seemingly melancholy. He must not have liked the sound of a crying child.
"What's your name my dear?" he asked me, calmly, in a tone adults always gave children.
"M…Mirela Sorina," I stuttered. It was the first time I'd spoken in days. I was surprised I knew my own name. I thought that had all disappeared as I was dying among the sunflowers.
"What country are you?" he wondered, tenderly brushing my wild, dark brown hair out of my eyes.
I still refused to trust him at that time. I looked away, pouting. I expected him to get rid of me at any moment.
"What country?" I asked, rather grumpily.
"Austria," he said straightforwardly. "Now will you please grace me with your name young country?"
I paused for a long moment. I was a country, wasn't I. I had only remembered now when Austria had mentioned it. I glanced up at him through glazed, tired eyes.
"R…Romania. I'm Romania," I announced in a defeated manner. He smiled down at me as I looked down at the floor. I had no understanding of this man at all. Leisurely he set his arms around me and sensitively set his fingers to the keys of the piano. He began to individually caress the keys, causing sound to emit. It was very soft and lovely. He was an incredibly talented pianist. The slowly pacing lullaby heightened my drowsiness. I leaned back onto the Austrian, finally able to make my way into a safe peaceful slumber. I never would have thought that this would end up being one of my fondest memories.
(I will write the next chapter when I can.)