I don't own Hetalia
It was so cold it felt like it was burning. It was so cold her nose was numb. It was so cold that Amelia finally woke up.
She woke up sprawled out on an old looking, four poster bed. Blinking rapiedly she sat up and glanced around. The room was caked with dust and the furniture was covered in white sheets. She shivered and huddled, Amelia was still wearing garments from the Medditeranian. Crossing her arm across her chest she slowly opened the door and followed the gentle sounds of whispers.
The entire house was freezing cold and Amelia valiently tried to rub her arms warm but it was still too cold. It was a beautiful house, intricate designs, beautiful paintings and massive. As she rounded yet another corner she noticed the light under a door as she opened the door delicious warmth washed o
The office was large, homey and a blazing fire was crackling meerily away in the fireplace. Completly ignoring the rest of the rom Amelia ran up to the fire and breathed a deep sigh of relief. She was warm.
"You are awake now, that is good." A sickly, sweet childish voice floated from the far end of the room and Amelia froze in terror. Heavy footsteps approached as she shivered. A massive mass stood next to her and a huge hand settled on her head.
"You will be needing some new clothes now, da?" Her lips twitched in fear but she didn't move.
"Come." The hand tighened slightly and steered her out of room.
The clothes were stiff and warm and what America might call 'commieish'. Very bland with little to no style or color. Plan grey pants tucked into tall black boots with a long sleeved grey shirt and a heavy coat not unlike Russia's own trench coat. As she sat at the kitchen table Russia prepared some heavy looking soup.
"I have no friends anymore now, not since Lithuania left," Amelia nodded, eyeing the slightly crazy man warily, "But you will be my new friend, da?" Amelia stared up at him, tail waving back and forth nervously.
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Two weeks later Amelia was still at Russia's house and she was beginning to lose hope in a rescue. The cold sort of abated when she got the fireplace in her room working and she felt a little more comfortable around the massive and unstable Russian. From all of her hard work Amelia began to feel a little stronger. There was no news from the outside and Amelia was starved for news but he would tell her nothing.
"You do not need to know little friend," he said several times, pat her head and disappear into his office. There was nothing she could do but wait until Scotland decided to get off his rear and get it in gear.
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Scotland was very close to loosing his temper, very close, not quite there but still very close to the edge.
"I'm sorry Scotland but since Russia had decided to be unccooperative there's not much I can do." The Queen glanced pleadingly at his brothers for help.
"Six weeks, your Majesty, six effing weeks and not a peep out of her. First Turkey now Russia, this is rediculous,' he ground out, muching furiously on his cigar.
'There is a world meeting in several months, you may bring the issue up there but until then please keep calm and don't do anything rash," The Queen glanced about and Scotland turned on America.
"What can you do?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?
"Nothing."
"Why not?" He grabbed America collar and dragged him closer, "that bastard took my charge."
He kind of expected America to whine about being manhandled, what he didn't expect was to end up flat on his face, an arm twisted behind his back, a boot on his back and a gun pressed to the side of his head.
"Don't touch me Scotland," America's voice was venomous, "She is no longer under my jurisdiction. Russia and I are allies and I can't risk a war with him." Slowly America released him and Scotland sat up. "I have to go, there is something that will get her out but you'll have to figure that out for yourself." No one moved as the Superpower walked out, no one wanted to mess with an annoyed America.
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Amelia shook with excitment as she carefully plotted out her escape. With no word about Scotland she began to become bolder under the difficult life of being Russia's 'new friend'. Also cooking for herself, trying to rebuild the heating system and working on cleaning the house in the freezing cold. Jerk Russia hadn't tried to heat his house since the Cold War. As she packed her adventure pack there came a sound of screaming and shouting.
Belarus was right on time. Sinching up the last strap she pulled her heavy gloves on and opend the window. Freezing cold wind slapped at her but she was protected, after ages of reading boy scout manuels she was ready.
After she managed to rapel out the window Amelia began the ten mile trek to the nearest train track. The wind was heavy and fast and Amealia struggled to force her way against it grabbed at her clothes and threatned to push her over. It howled and roared outside her hat and the snow blanketed her goggles but Amelia was adament to escape.
It took the greater part of seven hours simply to make the hike. Russia's house was situated at the top of a mountain and a train track wound its way about but the closest stop was ten miles away.
"There you are," she muttered to herself. The train station was small, only two cars were used for passengers but she had no intention of taking the normal route. She crouched behind the tree line, watching the guards and policemen. Tightening down her backpack she readjusted her goggles. As protection against the cold Amelia borrowed an ancient pair of aviator goggles, a fur coat, pants and boots and several layers of clothing. Of course she had those massive gloves she found while rooting through his attic, she might look big and bulky but she was warm. Her breath fogged the air as she greedily sucked in amazing oxygen, the next train wasn't do for a few more days so she had to go now. The guards were talking and joking as they exaimned the train, soon they were out of sight. Heat pouding with fear Amelia crouched/ran across the 100 foot clearing and as the train began to pull away, grabbed onto a bar and hauled herself onto the little metal landing and crouched down. The train picked up speed and Amelia gave a mental cheer, careful to not loose her grip she moved around until she was wedged between the equiptment and invisible to outside eyes. With a sigh she covered her eyes and fell asleep, racing on a train to the Russian border.
Russia emerged from his office and sighed in relief, after hours and hours of torment from his insane younger sister she was gone.
"Amelia, Amelia, she is gone, you can come out now," Russia frowned, there was no reply. Now that he though about it he hadn't seen her for the last two days.
"Amelia," he called, "come out, I do not want to have to punish you." He inched his way to the door, nervous for what he would find. Her door hung listlessly open, trembling from the draft.
"Amelia," a horrible sinking feeling came over him as he pushed to door open. She was gone. Her bed was messy and it looked like her clothes were gone also.
"AMELIA!" He bellowed and sprinted down the stairs. Several phone calls later the entiretly of Russia was seaching for the girl. What he didn't know was Amelia was already gone.
Amelia woke up with a jolt as the train ground to a halt. Their first stop, from the heart of Russia to the eastern side of the Ukraine. All she had to do was hunker down and wait for the train to start back up but something was off. There were more guards than there should be. Dogs were barking and there was a whole lot of shouting.
'Of course Russia would notice my absense, now he's got his sisters looking for me.' Her cat ears flattened on her head, 'uh, almost forgot about those' the dogs barking got closer and Amelia trembled with fear, she could only imagain how Russia would react to her running away and what the consequenses would be. Three heavy foot patterns approached, the dogs barking got louder and for a instant it felt like she would be caught but the dogs went on. They were upwind of her.
Two hours later the train started back up, her stomach growled with hunger but she dared not move much with hurtling along the tracks at such dangerous speeds.
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It had been four weeks since Amelia's escape from Russia and she was lost. After jumping off the train once it slowed down for a rather sharp turn she began to hike. And hike, and hike and hike, and hike, and hike. Now she was in the middle of the moutains and a storm was coming. It wasn't one of those nice ten minute spring rains, it was a massive, ominious, and frightening purple and black storm cloud. Amelia glanced up at the sky as she continued to hike down the hill, shaking her head she sighed in annoyance.
Amelia had avoided all of the roads, to scared Russia might have eyes and ears everywhere.
The moutains were pretty, full of life and streams. Perfect when she wanted to drink or needed the had become a great shot with her bow. A bow she had painstakingly carved in a cave during a huge rainstom a three weeks ago.
She glanced up again, the clouds looked ready to pop, nervously she glanced about for some shelter and her heart nearly stopped. There, about two miles away built on the edge of a massive cliff was a frighteningly imposing middle ages castle.
"Oh my god," she whispered and after a quick calculation concluded she could reach it but the rain would reach her first.
"Well shit," beginning her trek to round the moutain in seach of shelter for the night.
It took a good three hours for her to reach the castle and by the time she was halfway there the rain came. Pouring in massive buckets it cascaded down the mountain, making her hike significatly more difficult. Amelia kept slipping on the rocks but kept a solid lock on her target. Three hours later she was standing in front of a pair of massive wooden doors carved with amazing intricate designs and in the center was a huge and by huge Amealia men gigantic metal door knocker.
Just staring at the door knocker gave her the heebie jeebies. "Perhaps I should just continue onward?" She glanced back at the sky, still storming and besides, she had come to far to give up now. Raising the heavy door knocker she slammed it down as fast as possible and an echoing booming sound rolled through the surrouding area.
The door simply creaked open.
"Well that was anti climactic," she muttered and slipped though the heavy doors.
The inside of the castle was massive, the entrance hall was easily 15 feet high and 20 feet wide, frighteningly realistic painting covered the walls and a whisper of breath seemed to stir the dust.
"Hmm," she notched her bow and cast her eyes about, definetly gothic architecture.
The door slammed shut. Amelia jumped and whirled about nervously but no one was there. She contined to inch her way down the hall but most of the rooms she passed were dark.
Finally she entered what looked like a foyer, torches were lit along the two sweeping staircases which met an formed a large balcony. Marble floors and beautiful red velvet carpet covered the floors. A golden chandilier hung above the balconey,casting the room in a majestic glow.
Resting on one of the many pedestals around the chamer was a book. Curious she walked over, her boots sending little thimping echoes about until she reached her destination. It was clearly an old book, beautiful, intricate and with a strange writing. Almost like arabic.
"Captured in the year 1480 from the Ottomans, one of the oldest copies of the Koran beautiful isn't it?" Amelia gasped and whirled around pulling her bow back into a shooting position.
Standing at the edge of the balconey was a man as beautiful as the castle. Stawberry blond locks fell before ruby red eyes, a sharp fang proturded from the left side of his mouth. A small hat was perched on his head and two ribbons fluttered from it. His coat was deep red and his cuffs were white and black. He wore tan pants and black boots along with a disarming smile.
"Who are you?' Demanded Amelia, keeping him in her sights as he began to decend the staircase. His feet made no noise as he glided across the capet, one hand daintily clutching the rail.
"Who am I? Who am I?" His eyebrows shot up, "You break into my house, snoop amoungst my belonging, track water and mud on the carpet and you have the audacity to question me?" His words were not scathing and the smile never left his face. Instead he spoke as if he were making a statement and his smile was, unlike Russia's, not creepy, he seemed amused, "Such boldness," he paused on the bottom step, "You must be American." His eyes twinkled with mischief.
'Yes I am," she stated defensivly, pulling the arrow back even furthur, "you never answerd my question."
He eyed the bow, "you don't have to put me at arrow point, I'm not goiing to hurt you." Eyeing him distrustfully she slowly lowered the bow as he made his way to her side.
"How did you get in?"
"The door opened when I knocked."
He gave a long suffering sigh, "yes, it tends to do that these days."
"Why wasn't it locked?"
He clasped his hands behind his back, "We usually don't need locked doors in this deep in Romania." Amelia's jaw went slack and her eyes bugged out, the mysterious man ignored her in favor for flipping a few pages in the book, "What did you say your name was?"
"I'm in Romania!?'"
He hummed in agreement and began to examain a tapestry. Amelia slumped and let a huge breath out.
"I thought I was still stuck in Ukraine."
"Nope, welcome to Romania," he swept his arms wide, "home of the most amazing folk lore. I still don't know your name."
"Erm, Amelia Jones." The man stopped and slowly turned around.
"I know you."
"Really?"
"Really," he was getting much to close for comfort and she was having to lean backwards to avoid his nose to touch her. His rudy red eyes stared into her hazel and she gave a half hearted grin.
"Well," he shot back to quickly Amelia stumbled backward, his face was now graced with a very mischevious grin, "Since you already know about the existence of the nations allow me to introduce myself," he gave a sweeping bow, "my name is Romania!"
There was a moment of silence and Romania glanced up from his bow, "Well?"
"Well what?"
"He expects you to clap." Romania and Amelia whirled about to see new stranger standing at the balconey. His hair was brown and his eyes a murkey brown also, his uniform was tan and rather drab, "Allow me to intoduce myself. I am Bulgaria, it is a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Jones." He decended the staircase and Romania shot upright, startling Amelia in the process.
"Bulgy," he whined, "you ruined my fabulous image."
"You did that yourself by whining Romania," Bulgaria shot him a scathing look, "have you even taken notice that Amelia is soaked to the bone from the storm outside? Or were you planning on making her catch her death in those clothes?" Romania rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
"No."
Bulgaria shoot his head and smiled apologetically at the american, "Come my dear, let me take those wet things." Before she could protest Bulgaria had pulled her hat off and her rather ruffled cat ears sprung up from their confines.
'Holy," the two nations stared at her as she clapped her hands over her ears.
"Thats," Romania stared for a few more moments before pulling her into a tight hug, 'THAT IS SO CUTE!"
"GAKK!"
"ROMANIA, SHE CAN'T BREATH! LET HER GO!'
"I WANT TO KEEP HER!"
"GAKKK!" It took a good ten minutes to pull the overexcited Romanian off a faint Amelia but Bulgaria finally subdued his friend *coughlovercough*.
Amelia leaned heavily against the wall, trying to regain her breath while Romania sqealed like little girl.
"Look Bulgaria, she's so cute, she's definetly got to stay."
Amelia rolled her eyes and sneezed violently, the adults stopped moving as she rubbed her head.
'That doesn't look good," whispered Romania and Bulgaria nodded in agreement.
Twenty minutes Amelia was tucked into a massive (warm) four poster bed bundled in an awesome pair of fleece pj's a cool cloth on her head with Romania spooning some delicious soup into her mouth.
"I'm not a baby," she grumbled and sneezed again. Bulgaria rolled his eyes as Romania tsked like an old woman.
'Dear, you're very sick and besides, I love taking care of you." He patted her ears and she sneezed, "Now get some sleep, goodness knows you need it." Bulgaria finally pulled a fussing Romania and Amelia snuggled back under the heavenly blankets.
"Stupid vampire," she muttered, her eyes slid shut and she drifted off to sleep.
"Ah, she is so cute," Romania gushed while cleaning up the dirty dishes, "don't you think so?"
Bulgaria shook his head in annoyance, "look Romania, don't you notice anything different about her?"
"You mean aside from the fact she's got cat ears and a tail?"
"No, well yes but that's not the point, she walks, talks and acts differently, like she's changed."
Romania shrugged, "She probably has, living at Russia's house and hiking for weeks on end tends to do that to people."
Bulgaria nodded and continued to dry the bowl.
"...So, should be get her some catnip?"
Bulgaria face palmed.
"Bulgy, I was kidding."
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