[A/N: This came in a little earlier than expected, yes? I'm contented with this chapter. Although, not over-the-top happy but quite contented. I think it will make up with the lost bonds between our two characters. It's sweet and mind you, very fluff so be warned. I also realized how crappy the first chapter was, basically because it was a little rushed. But I dont know. I do think it's fine the way it is, for my own taste.

Also, i wanted to do smut with this one. Honestly. But I decided it would be better if I leave it short (or maybe I'm just too lazy. haha). Anyways, I hope you guys would enjoy nonetheless. A heavy song reference to this one. Listen to the song, by the way! One more chapter to go!]

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Song reference:
Samson - Regina Spektor

Title: Vindicated

Chapter: 02. Samson

Fandom: Hetalia

Pairing: AmeBel (America x Belarus)

Genre: Tragedy, Romance

Rating: R-T or R-13 for Suggestive themes


"Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met?
No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left."

- Lang Leav; Sad Songs

The sound of a grand piano resounded throughout the halls. Numbers of notes forming a musical masterpiece that played to reach every heart.
It was two in the morning, and a blonde man staggered out of the bed and to his kitchen to relieve the sudden grumbling of his stomach. No, his hunger chooses no time. May it be 4 in the afternoon or 3 in the morning. Once the stomach rumbles, it's time to feed himself.

Though his cravings were momentarily cut short when the melodies echoed from his corridors, causing his ears to perk up and follow the tunes created.
A smile formed his lips as he stepped down the stairways and towards the lobby. The gentle playing showered him a grand amount of peace and serenity, in which he relaxed his muscles and cleared his mind. He knew what he'll find at the end of the dim room, and there are no other scene that would well remind him of his home. Of his resolution. His Clarity.

In one corner sat a grand piano being played by a petite girl with her pale skin. Her body moved gracefully along the keys, sometimes causing her head to tilt to one side. He couldn't see the twilight eyes he loved so much, for she closed them in concentration. But her tranquil façade set up a view just as perfect. Her silverish mane slightly swaying with every move.

What sight to behold. All she needed were a halo and white wings.

It practically twisted his stomachs in knots. Was it only a year ago? When the belle refused to talk to him - and even to see him eye to eye. Slamming the door on his face and locking herself up in her room; never to be bothered. Unless he wanted a knife planted down his throat.
The boy would then try to strike a conversation. If lucky, he would get short responses out of her. If not, then you know what happens next.

After her first few months, the younger unconsciously found herself warming up to him and his hospitality. It seems to be a hard task at first, but all things will settle on their places sooner or later. Underneath that cold exterior lies a heart of gold; or atleast that's how Alfred sees it. All good things do come to those who are patient.

The American couldn't help not to smile at this memory, as his companion is just about to finish her piece the way the rhythm has slowed down. With small steps, he crept behind her. Being quiet as much as he could.
Her song was finished with a high note as she paused to let the left vibrations travel around the spacy room. It was one of those few things that would clear the fog in her mind, even just for a while.

Two powerful arms soon latched themselves around her waist. Alfred nuzzled on her neck, taking in the scent resembling to musk, mint and a bit of vodka all together. Needless to say, her scent was intoxicating to him. It swirled around his mind, much like a drug - tightening the knot in his stomach even more.

"Why are you up so late?" His hot breath tickled the skin of her neck, sending her shivers.
Heaving a sigh, Natalya turned to meet the pools of blue that belonged to the American. "I cant sleep."
He pecked a kiss on her head before unlocking his arms and occupying the spot next to her, squeezing himself on the cushion. The seat creaked in discontent. Obviously, it was strictly for one person and although Natalya wouldn't take up much space, the seat was enough for Alfred.
Grumbling, he then grabbed the doll-like Belarusian by the waist and propped her on his leg so both wouldn't find the trouble of standing.
"You ought to rest, you know." He flashed her a gentle smile that seems to catch her breath away, but forcefully shrugged it nonetheless. "What were you playing again?"
"Probably one of my most favored compositions." She muttered, gliding her fingers across the smooth surfaces of every key. "But I haven't finished it yet."
"Can you play it for me?"
"No. I'd rather not."
"What? Why?" His brows were knit in confusion as he stared lovingly at those cold orbs of hers. He has heard her sing before, although only on fortunate events. Indeed, she was good. Her soft voice accompanied by the melodies of the piano never failed to melt his heart on the spot. It was one of the many things he loved about her; that she would play for him on rare occasions. Only for him, and no one else.
"It's not a very… what do you call this… cheerful song."
"But I don't mind. I just want to hear your voice. Please?" Alfred looked at her sheepishly. Blue eyes tried to reach for her very soul. In which she shifted her weight awkwardly, before finally giving a nod in defeat.
"Yay!" The boy grinned, proud of his little ways on her. Although it may not be often when she agrees with his wants, but he knew well Natalya wouldn't even bat an eye when others asks her favors. She was, after all, his little Ice Queen.
Heaving a sigh, the platinum blonde began engaging herself with the sets of keys with much expertise. With her smooth, gentle voice, Alfred couldn't help not to listen with a smile plastered on his face. A picture perfect image of her sweet, angelic face without the ever present scorn poisoning her mood.

"You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met"

"But it wasn't that bad." He coaxed, once she has finished. "It's beautiful. I don't find it sad at all."
Natalya blinked at him in confusion, trying to make out how he thinks so. "It's a song about leaving. How could it not be?"
"Because…" The older nation pondered over it in a while, trying to sort out as much as why it wasn't as sad as it should be for him. Of course, he knew it was gloomy. The fact that you're departing the love of your life could be sorrowful, and Alfred could feel it nonetheless. But somehow, his optimism managed to shine even in the darkest places.
"I don't know. Maybe because they still loved each other, even if it one of them is leaving. It was like, they were still given the chance… Or something like that." He scratched the back of his head in thought. Even if he was never deemed to be the smartest man in the world - or even the scholarly type, Alfred always had the heart to face the truth. And in her twilight eyes has he found resolution.
"In my opinion, if they really do love each other, then the distance set between them wouldn't be a hinder. If she was forced, or even willing to leave, that wouldn't stop her from thinking and caring about the love of her life. "

She could do nothing but watch him in silence, clinging on to his every word like life depended on it. Feeling his electrifying blue eyes on her glow brighter, if that was even possible. His thoughts were not something she would never expect, and what more from himself? In a way, she was caught off guard.
"'Better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all'" She muttered in agreement, hanging her head in silence.

Ofcourse, this wasn't left unnoticed by the other. With a soft smile, he pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her.
"What got you all upset, Bela-heart?"
The younger's heart sunk as she pursed her lips. "It's…"
Should she tell him? Mind and heart are on a constant battle whether Alfred should know or not. But then again, he does have his own rights.
"It's nothing." She lied.
The fact that her boss is planning to break her alliance with the United States due to the other's interference with her own internal affairs was kept as a secret. A secret that would have to be unfolded sooner or later. Still, Natalya refused to give in to this and focused on what she had right there and then. Alfred was with her, and she was with Alfred. Their responsibilities could wait.

While she cuddled closer to his chest, Alfred still saw the bitterness that lay beyond her violet orbs. It was something that he often saw haunting her; no matter how hard he tried to make her forget. Though, the boy knew better than to question her. A hundred times he would ask, hundred and one she would deny. It wasn't fair. And this never ceased to hurt him.

Though he knew it shouldn't. But it did.

"I love you." He whispered on her ear.

Though it wasn't something to make her feel obliged. No. It was a matter of fact. From being his enemy's sister, the woman he feared and now to this. She was his sunshine, his snowflake. His ice queen. The Sharon Carter to Steve Rogers' adventures. The woman he would return to after saving the world.

Natalya gazed back lovingly at those summer blue eyes, smiling genuinely. Her own twilight eyes glistened in mist that she tried to force back.

No words were exchanged, but she pulled his head close and pressed her lips on his tenderly. The very pit of her stomach being pooled with heat and butterflies, swirling into pleasure and ache that needed to be tended which fogged her own mind. Lanky fingers were interlaced with his dusty-blonde mane.
Both lips were meshed together in a dance of passion. Lips, then followed by the grazing of teeth.

An arm was gently locked around her waist, holding her even closer – if that's even possible. The back of his other hand softly creased her porcelain cheek before cupping her chin.

A tongue's tip touched the Belarusian's lower lip, asking for admittance in which she gracefully complied. The said tongue explored her mouth, eliciting muffled moans from the belle before she began fighting for her own dominance. Which was, of course, won by Alfred.
Fire and electricity were overpowering their senses, making every touch amplified.

With their lungs caving in, the couple broke free all for the sake of air. A string of saliva left dangling from both lips.

His eyes found hers, showered with a mixture of love and desire. An unspoken song of two hearts, beating with the same pulse was shared in the middle of the night. There was no need for words, for both souls could read each other without falter. Their wants, and most importantly their affection.

Without speaking, Alfred carried the belle close to his chest. Her arms were thrown around his neck, pulling him into another sensual kiss as they head back to their room.

'Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even onceYou are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first'