Hello! Im back with a new chapter at last!
Oh and I would like say something...
Greenland is NOT my OC. It belongs to a couple of friends of mine. Im simply borrowing Greenland. Their account name is Crepe and Macaron. Read their stories! THEY ARE WAY BETTER THAN MINE. *ADVERTISES* SO READ IT.
It was midday the next day when Greenland was called upon by her stepmother, the Queen Consort Anya Braginskaya.
"Mother Russia." Greenland bowed to her knees on the soft Persian carpet lain in front of the elaborate canopied throne.
"Laila." Russia simply said, her beautiful face curled up into a cold smile and her violet-red eyes screaming death.
"What may I do for you?" Greenland said, rising from her kneeled position and shivering in what suddenly seemed to be an ice cold room. She has always been like this in front of Russia. She was a decent stepmother and queen no doubt, she gave food to the poor and whatnot and she treated Greenland alright, not too abusive or mean but she had an aura of death, like she was going to kill you any second without hesitation if you dare go against her. And when someone did go against her, she would never think twice about who she would hurt. Her words were like daggers to the heart.
But Greenland, South Korea, Spain and China all knew something the rest of the kingdom didn't. They all knew of the queen's obsession with her beauty and wealth. Anya believed that she had every right to be the way she was. And although Anya normally treated Greenland and the aforementioned with respect and kindness, she was a woman who you couldn't help but hate. Her outwardly attitude was cheerful yes, but her craving for spilled blood was there.
"You, Yong Soo and Antonio shall go to Norway on a diplomatic journey. You are to treat the royal family there with respect, dignity and you shall carry the name of our kingdom, understood?" Russia said rather coldly, throwing daggers from her violet-red eyes. "You shall pack your finest clothes and stay at their court for at least a month."
"Yes, my queen." Greenland bowed again, at 90 degrees and quickly left the room, leaving a trigger happy Russia to her plans.
"Yes, right away, your majesty." Murmured a servant as he bowed and scurried out of the room in haste.
Queen Anya sat silently in front of her dresser, sipping her English Breakfast tea. Like Greenland, she had enormous beauty, pale white skin like a bowl of whip cream yet to be touched, pale blonde hair, unique Russian features and lastly, rare violet eyes with just a hint of red. But unlike Greenland, she flaunted her beauty. She was considered still young, yes, no more than twenty nine years old and it wasn't like she was going to lose any of her beauty or youth anytime soon. But she still did everything she could to keep her beauty and youth for she was afraid of one thing, time.
She tried bathing in virgin's blood, only to be repulsed by it immensely afterwards. She tried all sorts of herbal potions, none of which has ever taken effect. And finally she tried dark magic, here she found her solution.
Placing her tea cup delicately on the saucer, she rose from her seat and stood in front of a mirror. It was an antique mirror with golden gildings, quite a normal looking mirror really. But as the queen slid her pale hands daintily on the left side of the mirror, she released five small latches that kept the mirror closed and with that a black descending staircase was found.
"Eduard." The queen spoke as she entered a circular medieval styled room. Here resided a young blonde Estonian man, one by the name of Eduard von Bock. He had charismatic green eyes, white skin and delicately refined European features. He wore a long black coat, with a heavy hood on his blonde hair and fanned out and rested on his shoulder, he wore a Victorian dress suit underneath and carried with him a heavy Narra wood staff with geometric patterns. Currently, he stood motionlessly, staring over an iron cauldron filled with a milk-like substance. It was a peculiar thing, really; for the cauldron stood over no fire but instead stood on the cold concrete ground, also the cauldron was as big as a bath.
"My queen." Estonia said, smiling and bowing to Russia.
Estonia was a peculiar boy. A slight near-sighted boy of no more than sixteen of age and he too like his cauldron was extremely peculiar. He came from a far off land from the capital of the kingdom and was a rich noble who was widely reputed to have mystic powers. He was often accused of being a male witch, a being of the supernaturally evil, he was on one fall day, ordered by the local Christian Orthodox priest to be put to death. And the citizens of the area obliged to his order for majority of the area was Christian Orthodox and frankly they were scared out of their wits of the strange blonde boy. But what happened was different from what they planned.
"Eduard, sit." Anya commanded as she sat on the soft chaise. Estonia sat on a cushioned pillow right in front of her. "Mirror, mirror of fall, tell me who is the most beautiful of them all."
Estonia's eyes turned a bright eerily glowing silver as he was commanded, "You, my queen. You are the most beautiful of them all." He answered in an ancient voice, so different from the one he used every day.
"Good." The queen smiled as the Estonian man started to shake epileptically. She ignored this and walked out of the room in a dignified manner.
"But there is another…" Estonia whispered when Russia left the room and before he could finish what he was saying, his eyes glowed green once again and collapsed on the concrete floor.
"HYUNG! TONI HYUNG!" South Korea yelled in his overly brash manner. He ran down the stone pavement of Greenland's rose garden.
Spain who was currently talking to the guards about the safety measurements for the princess in the rose garden, turned around to see South Korea nearly stumbling down to the Greenland's burgundy roses, crushing some in his attempt to catch Spain who was near to not walking at all.
"Jesus, Yong Soo. Do you want to be murdered?" Spain said after he bid goodbye to the guards and walked towards the South Korean crown prince.
"No. I, in fact, do not want to die." South Korea said, waving his hands impatiently. "We're going to Norway!"
"Say what now?" Spain asked in an American ghetto accent and rather failed at it. Damn you Alfred, he thought. He knew the Queen was going to pull them out of her court sooner or later, but Norway? Why Norway?
"I SAID WE'RE GOING TO BLOODY NORWAY, YOU ARSE! DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME THE FIRST TIME?" He screamed like England and like Spain failed at mimicking the accent. South Korea was clearly excited while Spain was rather thoughtful of the situation.
"HYUNG! Pay attention to me! I heard Norwegian girls are really pretty? Like really, really pretty. And we get to stay at the Icelandic court too! I love Auntie Anya now!" South Korea started rambling and spurting out plenty of random things.
"Sure. Keep loving it." Spain murmured to himself as he let South Korea talk about how pretty Norwegian girls were.
"What'd you say, hyung?" South Korea asked as Spain just sighed.
"Nothing, Yong Soo, simply nothing." Spain said reluctantly as South Korea continued speaking.
Estonia woke up from an uncomfortable slumber on the cold floor.
"Anya… Queen Anya… Have mercy on me." He cried softly. The epileptic fits have been getting worse each time the queen asked him for an answer to her question and left him to his epileptic fits as soon as she got her answer. "I need to get out of here…" He cried. But he knew he couldn't. One step out of the castle walls, he would be a man with a bounty on his head for being born as he was and the queen holding his life by a small thread.
And quite literally did she hold it.
Well. There we are.
I havent posted a new chapter in a week and I feel so disappointed in myself! WHY PROCRASTINATION, WHY?
Anyways... Yeah. This is the new chapter with the revealing of Estonia and Fem. Russia.
Enjoy! AND PRESS THAT GENIUS BUTTON. DO IT. OR ELSE. *sound effects*
Footnotes:
-If you notice South Korea calls Spain 'hyung'. This is a respectful term in South Korea for 'older brother' or an older male.
-I also put in one paragraph that Fem. Russia tried bathing in virgin's blood. This was actually an old legend and practice done in the 15th century. I based it off the Legend of the Countess of Bathory.
-Also, I know Estonia is seventeen. Not sixteen. I'm just making it sixteen for certain reasons.
THANK YOU FOR READING!