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Chapter Warnings: AU, human named used, gender bending, and slight curse words.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR THE MOVIE!

*~Characters Appearing~*
Female Canada as Madeline Williams Kirkland or Maddie

Female America as Amelia Jones Kirkland

Female France as Francine Bonnefoy

Prussia as Gilbert Beilscmidt

Russia as Ivan Braginski

England as Arthur Kirkland

Female China as ?

Belarus as ?


An Asian woman stood upon the stage.

A pair of red shoes on her feet.

She was dressed in a simple white gown with her long black hair glowed under the dim lights of the stage. Her skin was like untouched snow as she began to move. Her movements were so precise and perfect.

The way her slender body moved without music was magical.

Even her shoes looked perfect on her...

She stopped before smiling to someone behind the curtain. Her arm extending out to a young man in a dark military uniform. A white scarf tied around his neck.

It looked...Oddly familiar...

The two were in an embrace until the woman gasped out in fear as she fell onto the stage floor. The man disappeared and in his place was a young woman whose silver white hair glowed under the lights of the stage.

The new woman smirked and held up a knife.

Madeline cried out in fear as she heard her alarm clock go off. "MOMMY! I'm hungry!"

"I-In a minute Amelia!" She sat up on her bed and hit the snooze button of her alarm. What an odd dream...

She got up and cracked a bit of her neck a little as she slid out of bed. She looked again at herself and groaned as the last night's events returned to her head. Amelia's rude snarks to Gilbert to Anita's barging in...

"Mon dieu," she whispered as she realized that today was Amelia's recital.

The very first one without Arthur by their side.

It was always Arthur that got up early to prepare their breakfast before the event began. He was the one who would set her clothes for the day as he went off to brush and style Amelia's hair. It was always them that showed up a little early to the studio because he hated waiting in line and not getting the best seats to watch Amelia. Arthur was always the one too who others always went to after the show was over to strike a conversation.

Now it was only her and Amelia.

She shuddered as she tried to ignore the memory of the other mothers that saw her.

She wasn't a bad mother at all...

She turned away from the mirror and went straight to her closet. She originally wanted to wear red, but for today she would wear a simple gray dress. She began to slip on the silk fabric over her skin as Amelia waited in kitchen for her...


Amelia frowned at the clock, Mommy was still in her room...

She sighed.

Ever since they left Daddy Amelia felt that Mommy was messing up too much.

She loved her Daddy a lot, but it didn't mean that her Mommy wasn't loved by her too. Amelia just felt that Mommy was too clumsy and scatterbrained to live with. Usually on days like this Daddy would have woken them up right on time and as they got ready he would prepare breakfast.

Amelia had to get up herself and dress herself as her mother had been oversleeping next door. She was still sitting at the table, her hair still tangled, when she realized the red shoes in their display case. She looked at them and smiled, "Yes!" she whispered to herself and left the table.

Standing on tip toe she managed to grab both the heels.

She looked at them, curious.

Ever since Mommy wore them...Mommy started to look really pretty. She kept looking at the heels, maybe the heels were magic!

Amelia could even look as pretty as Mommy too! She placed them on the floor and stepped into them, she giggled a little. They were still a little big. She tried to walk in the over sized shoes when she suddenly saw a woman in the reflection of one of the glass displays. She stopped.

The woman's face was the only thing visible to her and she noticed that the woman had brown eyes that looked almost golden. She had long black hair and was smiling kindly at Amelia. "Closer...Come closer..."

Obeying the woman Amelia came a little closer to the glass display and squinted at the reflection-"AMELIA!" She snapped her head to see Mommy. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled by into a small ponytail as a gray dress framed her slender figure, "Amelia get those off eh," she told her sternly as she came over and took the shoes off, "You could've twisted an ankle or something..."

Amelia dazedly watched as Mommy placed the shoes on a higher display case, "Oh no. Your hair!" She felt Mommy's thin fingers rake her hair roughly, "Oh maple. Come on. I'll brush your hair and we can get something from the station okay?"

Amelia allowed her mother to drag her into her bedroom, her eyes trained still on the red shoes...


Eating a small sub sandwich and drowning down a cup of coffee Madeline managed to have enough energy to drag the both of them on time to the studio.

"I'm so sorry eh!" Madeline told the teacher as Amelia ran off into the changing room, "We woke up a little late today."

"Oh it's alright Mrs. Kirkland-"

"W-Willams."

"-You can go find a seat. We'll be starting soon." Madeline sighed as she was left alone in the hall, "Lovely..."

It seemed she was still referred to as her blasted ex-husband's last name...

She walked slowly towards the theater, passing by some old photographs of past dancers and staff members of the company. She paused at one photo just as she reached the main doors.

It was positioned close to the corner of the wall, as if it was intentionally hidden there. She peered at it a bit closer.

It was a small group of about ten people. Three stood out to her, a woman in the center was beaming out to the camera as she held the arm of a man in a suit and a scarf. He looked uncomfortable as his glaze was turned to the side towards a small Asian woman who was kneeling on the ground. Madeline gasped, the woman looked exactly like the one in her dream last night!

The woman didn't look so glorious or happy as she was when she had danced. In the photo she was dirty and was clutching a pair of worn out ballet shoes. However she was looking at the woman in the center's feet. Although the photo was dull in color, Madeline saw no mistake that the shoes on the center's feet were red...

A bunch of giggles and shuffling of feet towards the doors makes her turn her attention of a couple and a few mothers in groups. She tries to blend into the wall as they go by her, some curious and disapproving glances directed to her. When they are gone she returns to the photo, surprised that where the red shoes were are not just black...

"That was from long ago."

She jumped up as she came face to face with Ivan who looked at the photo with smile, "The very first ever dance group the company pride itself with." Madeline nodded as Ivan patted a hand on her shoulder, "Let's go now da? I am sure your daughter is looking forward to seeing you in the audience during her performance?" Madeline nodded and quietly went in with the instructor before giving the picture one last look from the corner of her eye.

The woman that was kneeling seemed to be following them with her eyes.

The recital went by too quickly for Madeline. Perhaps it was because Arthur wasn't there to bore her with his talk about the background of all the plots of the dances that were being presented.

He put in a great effort to understand the theme of each seasonal recital. She remembered how he whispered in her ear every time a scene would begin exactly who was who and what was going on. In a way he had made it worth while to watch, yet at the same time it made it unbearable for her. Sighing she clapped her hands to the closing number as everyone assembled onto the stage.

She paused a moment in surprise to find a figure standing behind the older dancers.

She wasn't small, but it was easy to misplace her.

She stood in the darkest parts of the stage curtain and looked directly at the Canadian with golden brown eyes. Her long black hair hung loose around her unlike the other dancers' hair which was held up. She wore a long white dress with a high collar and her lips were drawn upward a bit into a coy smile as she kept looking at Madeline.

There was an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach as the dancer didn't break contact with her. A shudder ran down her spine at the never ending contact and she frantically looked around to see if anyone else was disturbed by the dancer, but as soon as she looked back on stage-"She's gone..."

"Mommy!" She turned her head to see Amelia running down the row to hug her, "How was it? How was it?" Madeline gave her daughter a smile, "It was very good sweetie. I enjoyed it." Amelia giggled, "I was pretty awesome wasn't I!"

"Yes you were," she smiled as she stroked her daughter's wild curly hair, "Say...Amelia..Was there a dancer in white in the back? She wasn't in any of the numbers." Amelia tilted her head, "What do you mean mommy? No one was wearing white for anything."

That sentence made a chill race down her spine as she looked onstage in confusion.

Her eyes widen at the large dark spot on stage. From a distance it looked like...Red...Paint...


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