Black to White

By Black Rookie

CHAPTER 2: Black Crosses and White Lies

Hey y'all! Black Rookie here doing my new story: Black to White.

As a dedicated writer on I have decided that I should write a Hetalia fanfiction. Yeah, I'm kinda strange! But, anyway, I would like to thank my best friend ilovetheinternet15, or Edd, for reading this for me and telling me what she thought of it.

CHIARA

Chiara Vargas walked quickly down the gleaming hallways of her castle, a large, shining hallway that was clean top to bottom, and shone like the sun. Chiara herself was a kind lady, but her exuberance was at full speed at a time like this. Her heels clicked against the marble and she rushed to the throne room.

The throne room was decorated with bronze and gold, blinding against polished white and sitting on a shockingly black chair with green vines climbing up the sides sat the king, a man with polished glasses and brown hair slicked back.

His calculating violet eyes scanned the crowd, probably for her. So, she stepped forward, walking with confidence that she didn't actually have. Soon she sat at a smaller chair on his right hand side, a much smaller white chair interwoven with pink lilies.

She smiled at her him, who rolled his eyes. After Chiara's parents died, a battle with the Austrian people started. Of course, Chiara, who didn't like violence surrendered. The Austrians were shocked, but no lives were sacrificed and the country of Italy hadn't been changed very much. In fact, the Austrians have been handling every problem with ease, making her people rather happy.

Roderick signaled for the announcer to start. He cleared his throat and said,

"Today the King will address all the problems in the kingdom!" Chiara listened and watched her people, but also watched Roderich. The way he had a sparkle in his eyes when addressing each new problem, and the way he would get this scrunched up face when thinking. It was so thoughtful, so brilliant and kind.

For the rest of the afternoon she and Roderick handed the problems that people came to discuss. After, endless requests and pleas Chiara's mood had dampened with a sour onslaught of sadness. When they exited into the hallway Roderick walked her to her room, which Chiara was happy about considering she and him never got to talk alone.

She remembers when the Austrians had arrived. She was prepared to fight, but realized that fighting would do no good. If she had to fight for her country, than let her marry who ever is put in charge here, and breed a new King or Queen to follow the path of success, a path she herself couldn't do herself at her age. She would work behind her husband's back, and try to help her people thrive even if the new King, her one and only, tried to press them down. Chiara wasn't strong, but she would fight for her Italy, if it would make them happy. But there was no talk of marriage, and for that, she was thankful(?) even if it didn't follow her plan to have an Italian-Austrian heir. The day she met him he walked right up, gently took her soft hand in his surprisingly calloused one and kissed it, saying,

"Hello Princess. I rule this place now" and ever since then, she had been smiling and laughing with him, trying her best to be of service, even if it was incredibly strange thing for her to do.

Finally they came upon her room and he bid her farewell.

Just another day in the life of being an Italian Princess. She turned to go back into her room when Roderick called,

"Oh! Chiara!" she turned, smiling her infectious smile at her King.

"We are attending the birthday party of Princess Elizabeth of Hungary in a few days"

"OH! Why didn't you say? Hungary is so far away!" She started to get together her list of outfits she should bring along in her mind. She would also need some paints and canvases, Hungary WAS a beautiful place.

"We're leaving soon"

"Roderick" she began to chide, "You need to be more organi-"

"And I'm going to ask for her hand in marriage"

In that moment, with Roderick walking away fast as if not to see the outcome of his words, Chiara had her thoughts scrambled, and she wondered why there was a sudden pain in her chest, blooming like a red rose of blood and fire...

ELIZABETH

Elizabeth tried to focuse at the task at hand. Her maids fitted the dress on perfectly, with the beautiful silk shining like water and swishing down at her feet, shining and moving with every fluid move she makes.

It was her birthday, and the planners had been working day and night to get everything ready. But what really came back to haunt Eliza was the night before, when she had spoken to Gilbert.

The previous night was her pre-party were they welcomed all her guests who arrived early. A grand feast had been spread and a band played pretty songs.

The wine had gone to her head slightly and she had excused herself for the night after feeling incredibly sick. An old fat Prince, who had been twirling her around in a circle, chatting up his son Prince Kiku to her, probably caused that. But Kiku seemed to be more interested in being silent and listening to the pretty Princess Ling Yao talk about a mysterious creature called a panda.

Her mother almost made some guards go with her, but Eliza rolled her eyes and said,

"I can handle myself mother" of course just quiet enough so only the Queen could hear. But, that had been the wrong thing to say because next thing she knew her mother had called over a Knight. But not any Knight. Gilbert.

So, there she was, trying to walk as steady as she could with Gilbert being stoic and annoyingly silent.

Why was he so quiet? What happened to that little boy she played with? He was soooo annoying now! She started to get more and more angry.

There he is, the most annoying person ever and he wouldn't even talk! Jeez, what a butt! And god, why is he getting MARRIED?! So, in a act of anger, she spun on her heel, giving his startled figure the most hatful glare in the world.

"What is Wrong with you!" she shouted, pointing an accusing finger at him, stepping closer and tilting her head up to continue to glare

"W-wha?" was is startled response.

"YOU! YOU!" she gripped her dress, the slurred words got stuck in her throat "ARG!" he took a step back and she strode sloppily right back up to him, face flushed with anger and something else, sadness.

"You Were My Best Friend! And Then You Became A Unsocial Meanie!" Meanie? Really? "And-And- Now You Walk Me To My Room AND WHAT?! NOTHING! You're Not Going to be my friend…And…I thought…that we would always be…"

she turned her eyes to the ground, tears welling up in the pine depths. It was true, she always thought that they would be friends.

"Sorry" he said back. Her eyes whipped back up.

"Sorry?" no way "Are you Serious!? I Just Basically Just Confessed How Much I MISSED you and you say "SORRY?""

She clenched her fists. And, before she knew what was happening, she swung her fist right to his stupid albino face.

And then, her knuckles were pressed to his lips, in the same way that she had wished he would do to her ever since she saw him do it to Lily. But then, she tried to get her hand out of his grasp, but he tightened his hold on her wrist, eyes snapping open, revealing those red wine eyes.

She instantly felt pulled in, captivated and airy.

But, suddenly she cut her eyes abruptly to the ground, realizing her actions, a blush of embarrassment attaching itself to her face.

But, even so, she was aware of his fiery gaze on her face, trying to coax back out her eyes. But then he pulled her hand away from his lips but didn't let go. He turned away and continued down the stone pathway, leading her to her room in the northern part of the castle. She couldn't help the tears running down her face.

"Idiot…I'm a Knight…You should know better than to fight me…" he whispered, the wind carrying it into her ears. She held tighter to his cool pale hand, and tried her best to keep up with him, but she knew that just like back then, with his white clothed back facing her, she would never be able to face him truly.

After all, isn't it the job of the Knight to protect the Princess?

It reminded her of all those years ago…

A girl in a blue dress sad dejectedly in a small, hidden cove in the large garden. It was closed off, surrounded by large green hedges and in the center she herself leaned against a small but sturdy maple.

Then, rustling in the corner made her snap her head back up. In strode Gilbert, 15 and with leaves all over his clothes. She turned her face away from him.

"Alright Idiot, why are you making the awesome me go through the hedge just to find you?" He asked, a mixture of a smirk and glare on his face. She glared through her sadness, and he put his hands on his hips.

"Seriously 'Liza!" she huffed, and hugged her knees closer to her body, not caring that her dress was crinkling.

"Everything!" she yelled at him, glaring holes in the grass. "Everything is bothering me. I mean, my mother is making me wear dresses and go to manner classes and got rid of my clothes and there is talk of betrothal and-and-y-you…"

she hid her face in her knees. Soon, she felt a thump as he sat next to her.

"Eliza…I'm 15. I have to do this. Going to war is…"

"No!" she cried, staring intently into his face. "It's not! You're my best friend…and…I…don't want you to go. I-I really don't want to be alone…"

He just patted her head.

"And not to mention that today is my birthday! My damn birthday! You turned 15 yesterday and I'm only 13! And…and…and…I just…" she cried out again, burying herself into her knees again, loose locks swishing around her shoulders.

Soon, she found herself pressed into a clothed chest. She looked up at a pale profile, one red eye looking out behind her.

"Don't worry Elizabeth. I'm coming home. And…" he bit his lip, like he wanted to say something more, but then shook his head slightly "…I can't wait to see your feminine side!" but Eliza could feel the lie as it slipped off his tongue.

So instead, she clutched his uniform, something that he always wore. And she let her tears soak into it as he held her.

He always protected her. And she wondered…Was the reason that he held back his feelings was because…he needed to protect her?

In front of the door, he opened it up, and led her inside. She stood behind him, her eyes glued to his black cross on his cape. He let go of her hand and turned slightly, to face her. She stared right into his scarlet ones again, feeling strangely hot with out his cool hand to chill her.

He gave a small, sad smile to her.

"I'm sorry Princess. I…I hope we can still be friends…" he looked away from her.

"Gilbert..." and she began to cry again, head in hands. He took a step back. He made her cry!

"P-princess! Don't cry! I'm the awesome Gilbert s-so!" she glared at him through her tears

"Stop calling m-me Princess!" he stopped short, looking at her. He grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her face to peer into her eyes.

"…" he stared, and placed his hands on her face, wiping away the tears. She blushed again and looked away, trying not to stare into his eyes.

"What are you-" he pressed his lips to her forehead, brushing her hair away from her face.

"If you wish it Elizabeth, I'll call you whatever you want" and then, he strode out, flashing a smirk behind his shoulder.

"oh, and were was my happy birthday?" he asked, walking out with a grin and shut the door.

She shook her thoughts out again. He was just saying that they would still be friends. Nothing more! Just friends…

At least, that's what she told herself.

LILY

The blonde woman sat in the courtyard, staring off at the distant villages and fields, smiling with excitement. Soon, in just an hour, Gilbert would be taking her to the ball!

She quickly re-entered her chamber, deciding to do some touch ups before she left with her…Fiancée. It was funny how such a sweet term could make her ecstatic and incredibly sad. But, even so, she also loved Gilbert. It was like being on air, floating and giggling like a school girl, twirling around and day-dreaming about what she should wear on her wedding day.

For a change her mother insisted that she wear a white dress with red lace and a modest neckline, heals of red and a hairpin of rubies. She thought it was a strange dress, but when she saw it on and her shiny hair up, it looked beautiful, and very, very sophisticated.

She had on no make-up, but decided to add some gloss, just to make her lips a lighter shade of pink, giving herself some color and touch ups.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She froze, a rose colored blush scrambling to her cheeks. Lily straightened her dress, smoothed her hair, quickly went over what she was going to say, and walked up to the door. She took a deep breath, and opened the large oak to be met with a pair of eyes she wasn't expecting to see.

SO, what'd ya think? I tried to add more details and change it around. I though I should set a good example for Artie because I'm her beta reader. HEY ARTIE!

ANY WAY, get ready for the next chapter! It's going to get more deep, detailed, and you'll find out more about the Kingdoms, relationships, and all the other important characters coming in. CoughLudwigCough.

I have some many complicated ideas for this fanfic it's not even funny.

See ya!