A Note: I am sooooooooo sorry this took so long! I got… preoccupied. *glares at Canada, England, and America*
America: What did we do?
Well, let's see. Mattie, your nation is home to the voice actors for the cartoon My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, which is so damn addictive and adorable. Iggy, you have Doctor Who. And Al, you have both Scrubs and Star Trek. I've got ponies, Time Lords, goofy doctors, and Vulcans running around in the magical land of my imagination! Do you know what that's like? I keep imagining Pinkie trying to make Spock go into hysterics while the Doctor salvages what remains of the fourth wall and Kirk tries to use Fluttershy's d'awww-ness to create galactic peace! And God, was it ever a bad idea to let Dr. Cox and McCoy meet! It's a war of creativity in there! I don't even know where the New Directions went! And guess what? The main characters of my story are still stuck in the middle of a timeless meadow because of it! My head's about to EXPLODE! *stops for breath*
England: … Bitch you crazy.
Yeah, well, I'm the crazy bitch who's writing the story. But enough about my insane creative mind! Let's get down to it! ALLONS-Y!
Doctor: HEY!
Shut up, Doctor. PINKIE PIE DON'T TOUCH THAT!
Chapter 2: начало: beginning
… Many years later…
December 24, 20XX
"Ana! Darling, are you nearly ready for the other nations?"
"One minute, Père!"
The young province smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she finally finished braiding her long, sand-colored hair. It had taken absolutely forever to get it long enough to make a braid like the women she saw in her Grand-Père's home had, but seeing the finished project made it all worthwhile. Now, she finally got to show it off to, quite literally, the whole world!
Anastasia Marie Braginski-Williams, more commonly called Ana or, in business situations, The United Commonwealth of Svetslana, giggled as she twirled before her floor-length mirror. "Hee-hee! This hair makes me look sort of like a princess or something, da? I hope that big nations like it!"
"Anastasia! The Baltics and your Aunts are here!" Russia called up to his daughter.
"Ah! Coming, папа!" The girl ran quickly out of her room and ran to the top of the front stair case. "LOOK-OUT BELOW!" She called, positioning herself on the banister.
"W-Wait a second, Ana! Please don't slide down the-" Matthew started, already knowing the rowdy girl wouldn't listen. Indeed, Ana definitely lived up to the reputation of her namesake.
"YAAAAAAA-HOOOOO!" Ana screamed as she slide down the wooden stairwell, flying off of it at the end to land on an unsuspecting Latvia.
"O-Ouch…" Lithuania said, wondering why it was that she always seemed to land on him.
"Oops. Sorry, Raivis!" Ana said, dismounting the poor nation and offering a hand to help him up.
"I-I'm fine, Miss Anastasia…" Latvia mumbled, lifting himself off the tile.
Ana frowned at Raivis' formality. "Why do you always call me Miss Anastasia? Its fine if you call me Ana, you know! Everyone else does!"
Raivis blushed. "U-Um, no thank you, ma'am…"
Ana sighed. "You're really weird, Raivis." She then turned her attention to her aunts.
"Hello, dear!" Ukraine said to her young niece. Belarus smiled warily. Over time, she had (with the help of Estonia, her current boyfriend) found a way to realize she wasn't ever going to marry Russia. Matthew becoming her brother's lover triggered that realization. She did like Ana, but she still wasn't very good at expressing that.
"AUNTIE KAT! It feels like it's been forever since I saw you last!" Ana said, running to hug her Aunt.
Katyusha laughed. "Darling, I saw you last week!"
"I know! That's way too long!"
Ukraine laughed again, releasing her niece from the hug. Ana then turned to Belarus, giving her a quick but well-meaning hug. "And hello to you as well, Auntie Natalya!"
"Y-Yes… Hello to you as well, Ana."
The situation, which had the full capacity to turn in to the most awkward day ever, the grand door of the main hall flew open, a gale of freezing wind and swirls of white snow cutting through the entrance.
"GAH! Идиот, shut that damn door! It's middle of winter in Moscow!" Ivan bellowed as he shielded his husband and daughter from the blizzard.
Quickly, three large snowsuits appeared from the ice storm and slammed the door shut, blocking out the cold air and snow mountain that was slowly building.
"Dude! Why's it always so damn cold over here? Seriously, I'm freezing my berries off!" America complained as he removed his parka.
"Well, if you are really zat cold, I am sure zat zere are many wonderful ways to-"
"PAPA! Not in front of the impressionable little girl!" Canada scolded.
Ana glared at her father. "I am not little girl! I am young lady!"
"Of course you are, dear."
After hanging up his coat, England walked over to the family. "Well, Alfred and Francis's bad sense of shame aside-"
"HEY!"
"Bugger off. That aside, it's wonderful to see you again. You look lovely, Anastasia."
The province smiled at the complement. "Thank you! I'm glad you think so, Arthur!
America walked over and patted her on the head. "Heh, you're really growing up quick, huh, kiddo? Seems like just yesterday you were a baby, and now you're turning into a beautiful woman."
Anastasia blushed violently. "I-I… Alfred, you really think that I'm-"
Just then, the door flew open once again, letting yet another cold blast of air into the hall.
"GODDAMMIT, DOES NO ONE REALIZE IT IS DECEMBER IN RUSSIAN CITY?"
"Sorry." As quickly as they came in, the former Axis Powers (and the former nation of Prussia) shut the door and began to remove their snow gear.
"Ve~… Germany, my zipper's stuck!" Italy announced. The blonde nation sighed, moving to (once again) help the ditzy boy.
Gilbert snickered noisily, which caused Ludwig, after he had fixed Feliciano's coat, to turn to his brother with a questioning look. "And just vhat is it that is so funny, bruder?"
"Oh, nothing, West…" Prussia said nonchalantly, then pretended to cough as he said, "WHIPPED"
Immediately Ludwig turned the color of one of Spain's beloved tomatoes. "E-EH? Vhat are you- He is- I don't-"
"Ve~? Germany, what is Gilbert talking about?"
France chuckled as he placed a hand on the Italian's shoulder. "Well, my dear little Italy, you see, Gilbert is simply commenting on ze fact zat Germany is completely- OW!"
Canada, who did not look at all happy with his father's behavior, kept a steady grip on France's ear. "Papa, I would appreciate it if you didn't act like a mindless apostat in front of your granddaughter.Il ya plusieurs chosesque jepréfère pourelle de ne passavoirpour l'instant."
"AH! Okay, okay, jeez! When did you get such a strong grip?"
"Vous savez queje parle français, à droite,Père?" Ana deadpanned, her arms crossed in accordance with her signature 'You're kidding me, right?' expression.
"Bien sûr,je le fais,chérie, cependant,votre Grand-Pèrerépond mieuxàses propres-"
"STOP SPEAKING FANCY NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND YOU!" America yelled, hands thrown in the air in exasperation. Immediately, the three French-speaking nations (four if you count England, though he hates to admit he knows the language of his most hated enemy) turned to glare at him.
"L'Amérique estun idiot.Aucune infraction,Père." Ana commented, never diverting her cold stare away from the dirty-blond nation.
"Aucunprises." Canada replied, also not turning his gaze from the American, who was now beginning to squirm.
"Uh, dudes? N-Not that you're freaking me out or anything, c-cause heroes don't get scared, but could you maybe… um… IGGY! HIDE ME!" The self-proclaimed 'hero' screamed, diving behind his former care-taker (which looked hilarious because Alfred was at least a head taller, and let's not even mention heavier, than the Brit).
"What exactly do you expect me to do?" Iggy asked sarcastically.
"I dunno; tell your imaginary creature thingies to maul 'em or something!"
"For the millionth time, they are not imaginary! And anyway, they don't like you, so they wouldn't do it anyway!"
America looked shocked at this. "Eh? Why not? I'm like, the coolest and handsomest guy ever! What's not to love?"
"You're a self-centered, egocentric idiot with a hero complex. And those are the least of your faults."
America breathed out angrily. "Well, in that case, you're a bitter old man with anger issues who believes in fairies and can't hold his liquor!"
"Why you- How dare you speak to me that way? I raised you, for the love of God!"
As the two became more immersed in their argument, Canada and Russia began to laugh. Ana turned to them, a curious expression filling her features.
"What is so funny?"
"Oh, nothing, sweetie. I was just thinking about how Al and Arthur always kind of act like a married couple."
Married… Couple…?
Ivan grinned mischievously. "Da, sometimes is like they are trying to be obvious about their, how they say, 'Elephant in Room'."
Elephant in the… Suddenly, a sharp pain resonated in Ana's head, causing her to visibly wince and groan softly.
"Are you okay, honey?"
Ana quickly straightened, despite the stabs of agony throughout her skull. "I-I'm fine! I just have small headache! I think I will rest for a little while in my room. P-Please call me when time for dinner!"
Without giving her parents a chance to speak again, Anastasia flew up the stairs, slamming the door of her room shut. Once she locked the door, she grabbed a pillow and collapsed to the carpeted floor, using the pillow to muffle her wails of tortured misery, spasms of pain rocking her crumpled form as she wept into the cotton pillowcase. The pain was immobilizing, torturous.
And all too familiar.
No… not today, not now! I can't… Alfred can't know!
And why not? A snake-like voice whispered sinisterly, cutting through the unbearable agony.
The violet, tear-filled eyes widened. No... Not you! Please, don't make me-
Oh, you poor, naïve little girl. I have never made you do anything you didn't want to do. I simply told you what you already know. So, why not let him see how important he is to you?
Important…
Make him know he's the only one for you.
My only one…
Do what it takes to make him yours.
Mine and only mine… yes… I will make sure… no one else will have Al but me!
Abruptly, the agony overpowering her senses ceased. Just as the pain faded away, someone knocked on the still-locked door.
"Ana, love? Dinner is ready, if you're up for it."
Now's your chance. If he's not around, what's stopping you?
That's right… If England isn't around… I'll have Al all to myself!
A plan before her, Ana rose from the floor and walked to the door, slowly opening it.
"Ah, glad to see you're alright- WHOA!"
Without reluctance, the province dragged Arthur inside, her fingernails digging into his arms.
"W-What the bloody hell are you-"
Before he could finish, Anastasia had her hands gripped around Arthur's neck, squeezing tighter and tighter as he struggled to choke and cough.
"A-Ana… wh-why are you-"
"Shut your fucking face and die already. I will not let anyone take away my Alfred, do you understand? And if that means that I must kill you, then I will not give it second thought."
Terror bloomed on England's face as he stared into those insane violet eyes. "Y-You're mad! Wh-why would I-"
Tighter. "Don't you dare lie to me, you bitter old Limey! I see how you look at him, everyone does except him! I will not let my love be rivaled by someone like you!"
"L-Love… I don't-"
"DON'T FUCK WITH ME! DON'T EVEN TRY YOUR BRITISH BULLSHIT! I WON'T-"
"Guys? Is everything- WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT ARE YOU DOING?"
America rushed inside, pulling the murderous province off of Arthur with relative ease. England, freed from his assaulter, gasped for breath, wheezing and coughing.
"Anastasia Marie Braginski-Williams! What the hell were you doing? Strangling kills people, including nations!"
Ana laughed humorlessly. "How stupid do you think I am? I know what strangling does, I'm not child. He's in my way, so I have to cut him down. Nothing… nothing will stand to block me from what I desire."
Alfred stared, fear starting to set in. "Wh-What… What do you mean?"
Another humorless chuckle. "Oh, Alfred. Dear, darling Alfred…" She turned to him, her pale pink lips curled into a malevolent, cat-like grin, yet pure affection obvious in her eyes. "Don't you understand? Even if I means I kill everyone in the whole world… I will have you to myself, no matter what."
With that statement, Ana's eyes closed, and with a small moan, she collapsed to the ground.
Well, that's done! So, yes, Anastasia does have an insane side to her. Trust me, this stuff ain't for little kids!
Translations: (Please note: I know neither Russian nor French, though from Spanish, which is similar to French, I can guess a few words. I had to use Google Translate, so the translations may not be accurate!)
Russian to English:
папа: Papa
Идиот: Idiot
French to English:
Père: Father
Grand-Père: Grandfather
Il ya plusieurs choses que je préfère pour elle de ne pas savoir pour l'instant: There are things I'd rather not have her know just yet.
Vous savez que je parle français, à droite, Père? : You know that I speak French, right, Father?
Bien sûr, je le fais, chérie, cependant, votre Grand-Père répond mieux à ses propres-: Of course I do, dear, but your Grandfather is more responsive to his own-
L'Amérique est un idiot. Aucune infraction, Père: America is an idiot. No offense, Father.
Aucun prises: None taken.
That's all for now, folks! I promise, this time I'll update sooner!
… Is anyone reading this still?