Hello everyone!
Today, as any other, is rather… ugh… Agitating… So much stress…..
I was reading over the last chapter's forward, and had a rather strange thought.
If I had intended to keep the whole exchange of money in, A.K.A. the purchase of Alaska…. Seeing as she is personified… that would make her seem like a prostitute, would it not? Maybe I realized this subconsciously, and this was my actual reasoning for leaving out the purchase. Hmm….
I don't know…
So, let's start with the reviews, shall we?
yume~no~naku~koro~ni
Oh dammit, it was too short yet powerful. That's all. My heart is pounding just as crazily as theirs and I dun even know why...:"D The psychotic syndicate isn't mine, but I found a mention of it somewhere in w w w . w r i t e r m g . w e b s . c o m...xD Please update~ :")
Oh, wow. I'm so amazed that that chapter had such powerful influence! Thank you! That drives me so much more! …… Wow… aha~
I'll be sure to check there for it and join!
Thank you so much again!
xWeaselxWolfx
I really love these types of stories... when people dig deeper into the characters than just the randomness we always see in the show and manga :) Characters are the one thing that truly trap me in a story, and yours has. Can't wait for an update! :D
Again, I'm amazed at how much this influences you guys…
Thank you! That's the kind of story I was aiming for! Glad I hit spot on, though I feel I barely hit the target. ^^' I'm glad the characters drew you in as they have! I honestly try…
And honestly, I love the silliness of the manga and the anime! It cheers me up…. And makes me want to cuddle Russia to see his cute/sadistic side! Love~
But, again, thank you! Thank you all very much!
Anyway, I shall continue my ranting next time. Until then, here is chapter tres!
Cold as Ice
Chapter 3: The Heart Breaking of a Girl
Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Lets take it easy
Easy now, watch it go
When You Were Young by The Killers
Left then right. One foot before the other as they slowly walked. The deed was done. Alaska was now America's. America had no idea what he has gotten into, that he had partaken in the heart breaking of young woman.
But her heart was yet to be broken.
As they walked, images, memories, popped into Russia's mind, like fireworks across the night sky.
"She may get along well with West Virginia!"
Like earlier, when the two shook hands. He recalled a strange pang, a flare of anger and anguish. And Ivan questioned, silently wondering to himself; Why was he dwelling upon such a thing? Why did such a simple event matter so much to him?
"The other states may not take her adoption well…."
America's hardened, work worn palm pressed against the door's handle, callused fingers wrapping around it. A gentle turn to the right, a heavy tug, and the door opened up, the outside world presenting itself before them.
A strange sight appeared before the world. Two tall men, both attractive in their own right; one obviously Slavic, the other with a hint of German ancestry. Step by step, they walked down the stairs, chatting nonchalantly. How could he talk in such a manner, knowing what he has done?
It was for the best. Playing in his head like a broken record.
They came upon Alaska, lying upon the ground, blue sky, accented with tufts of white, reflected off her violet blue eyes, dazed and unfocused. A white film replaced the sugary coating, a temporary cataract. She was obviously focused on something else.
Perhaps that paranoia she's been nursing?
Her ashen hair was splayed upon the ground. Pale yellow and green, dancing in discord. Russia lightly shifted his foot, and Alaska's eyes snapped back into focus. She shot up; back lurching, arms down to support herself. Her head turned to face them, back and up, over her shoulder, hair a mess, violet eyes tired and wide.
Then violet met violet, and the dazed look left her eyes. A slight smile grew across her face, and she jumped up to embrace Russia. Alaska's long, delicate arms wrapped around his tall, broad frame. And he simply stood there, empty faced, a hurtful look in his eyes.
Russia's war torn hands violently grabbed her upper arms, tempered fingers digging into shocked flesh. Anger flashed in his eyes.
This wasn't the fire I wanted….
His eyebrows furrowed, anger evident on every contour of his face. Alaska was dumb struck, unable to even whimper in reply, mouth agate, eyes wide and terror stricken.
Ivan gave her a nudge, gentle, yet hateful. But she was relying on his arms for support, so hurt and shocked her knees had collapsed beneath her. And so, her bottom harshly hit the ground, her body lightly jumping before coming back to earth. She numbly set her hands upon the ground. Slow and delicate.
"Don't touch me," he growled.
And slowly, one foot in front of the other, he walked away.
America watched awe stricken as the Slav walked on, not caring for his former territory. He turned towards Alaska, and immediately felt his heart strangely ache for her. She was mortified, tears pouring out of her widened eyes. Her body visibly shook, her jaw twitching, as if searching for her voice, long ago scared off.
"Ah… Ahahaha! I-I'm sure he's just kidding!"
He tried to loosen up the tension filled, heavy weighted air. But he failed, Alaska obviously knowing the truth. Instead, he watched, horrified as Alaska desperately began to crawl towards Russia. The grass and rocks soiled and tattered her dress, ripping stitch from stitch and flesh from flesh. Tears streaked her reddened face, a slight dribble of mucus coming from her petrified nose.
Alfred stood staring at her actions dumbly. He watched for the longest time, torn hand after torn knee, before he decided to intervene.
"H-Hey. Hey!"
He then ran up to her, awkwardly wrapping his arms around the struggling form of his new territory. It was uncomfortable, he hardly knew her, but it pained him to see anyone so pathetic, so broken. Alaska was fighting with all of her might, as little as there was, against his arms. A scream. Several sobs. Muscles relaxed, and she rested in his arms, sobbing over Ivan's leaving.
"Don't be afraid, little one."
"Noo!"
It burst forth through her lungs, anguished, hurt and struggling, gurgling past sobs and tears.
An outstretched hand, worn and gentle.
"I'm Russia, little one. What is your name?"
"A-Alaska."
"No, no, no…" pathetic.
"What do you feel?"
"S-skin warmth."
"Please…" weak
"I'm so sorry Alaska…"
"I didn't know."
Again in his head, like a broken record.
Phew! That was fun, huh?
I hope you understood that after a certain point, the italicized bits were flashbacks to Russia and Alaska's happier days.
I hope this chapter was sorrowful enough. I tried. I truly wanted Alaska to be heart broken and terrified. I don't think I conveyed this well enough.
Anyway, reviews are loved!~