I still don't own Hetalia or Britain. TT^TT
o.o.o
Arthur kept wondering.
He knew her name and her face, and now her country…should he visit her?
Alfred most likely would refuse to let him go alone, seeing as how Adriana is a 'vampire chick'.
And when the bushy-browed man proposed this plan to the American, it'd played out exactly as Arthur had expected.
"But Iggy, she's—a—vampire!" Alfred emphasized each word with a flail of the arms.
"Do you have proof of this? And quit calling me Iggy, my name is Arthur, you twit."
"Aw…well, uh…she…" Alfred rolled his eyes in thought.
"She what? Hmm?"
"She's just got that creepy feeling, dude…seriously." Alfred gave a shudder and this time Arthur rolled his eyes.
"I'm going with or without you, git."
"…I'm in!"
And so now they found themselves in the currently—quite heavily—snowing land of Transylvania, Romania, trudging forward in the cold, at night.
Both were too chilled—or scared, in Alfred's case—to speak, and so the trek was silent.
They managed asking for directions, against all instinct in their head, and found that they were at Adriana's castle much quicker then.
The big, bat-shaped steel knocker on the large front door gave that ominous look to the small castle, and the doors opened to reveal Adriana herself, standing at the door.
Arthur simply stepped in, tipping his imaginary top hat to the snowy girl, while it took Alfred a bit of courage to make himself move into the dark entryway.
"Come in, Master Alfred," The soft voice of Adriana said; the smile was audible in her voice and she lit a candelabra.
"I apologize for the darkness; it seems the snow has knocked my power out…" She added as an afterthought.
"Its fine," Arthur said, smiling at Romania for a moment.
"S-so what're we gonna do, Iggy? Now that we're here?"
"I have some questions to ask Ms. Adriana…don't interrupt me, and blast it, Alfred, quit calling meIggy!" Arthur snapped, and took note that Adriana flinched lightly at the loud noise.
"R-right then, please follow me…" She said hastily, leading them into a large room, with a blazing fireplace and several candelabras lit, giving the room an old-fashioned, cozy warm type of feeling.
Alfred still shivered.
"Are you cold, Master Alfred?" Adriana questioned curiously.
"N-no, I'm fine…"
That earned a kind grin from the albino woman—albeit her canine teeth were very pointed.
Alfred almost screamed…no, he did scream.
In his head.
"Alright then…so, the questions, Master Arthur?"
"Well…do…do you possibly remember ever coming near death?" This elicited a nod from Adriana, so Arthur continued. "Were you saved by someone?" Another nod. "Then…long after, did you save that same person from…something?" Another nod, paired with widening eyes that were still hard to identify the colors of. Arthur couldn't quite remember that day clearly.
"Da…but how did you know this?"
"I was that person." The calm response…was just too calm. Arthur was freaking out inside, screaming, confused at his own inner actions.
"Alright, if that is all—" A cold breeze blew some of the candles out, as a large window had flown open, and was now flapping at the hinges and letting in the chill and snow.
"Oh dear, the storm has worsened…" The Romanian girl thought aloud, albeit quietly, and stood.
She seemed to glide to the windows, gentle as a whisper and equally as quiet, as she closed them.
Some snow had landed in her cloak-like hair and melted quickly, giving it (and her) a sparkling look.
"OH MY GOD, IT'S EDWARD CULLEN'S SISTER-IN-LAW!" Alfred shouted, wide-eyed and backing into the chair he sat in.
Soon (but not soon enough for Adriana), he had a welt growing on his head, caused by a certain Englishman's hand.
"Bloody git." The British slang seemed to be a nickname for the blue-eyed country.
Adriana couldn't help but giggle when Alfred sat there, pouting his usual 'you're-so-mean' pout.
"The storm is very bad…if you wish; you two may stay here in my home." She said, tilting her head to one side and smiling that innocent smile.
"Hmm…well, we'd hate to impose…"
"I insist, Masters Arthur and Alfred." Adriana smiled a bit wider, her 'fangs' popping out from her lips just slightly.
Yes, this scared Alfred.
Yes, it unnerved Arthur a little….alright, a lot.
"May I ask….what—" Arthur started.
"What's up with your fangs?" Alfred interrupted.
"Well, growing up hearing the tales of vampires and werewolves from Transylvania, I was interested in becoming a vampire myself, so I found a nail file and…well, it's irreversible."
The two guest countries nodded lightly, and since it was nearing eleven at night already, Adriana showed them to the surprisingly large and modern-looking rooms.
Adriana herself didn't sleep, no, she had insomnia.
She slept maybe about once a month if that, and only for a short time—but enough rambling.
It was about two in the morning when she was sitting on a ledge in front of the cold, frost-coated window, staring at the nearly-full moon and stars around it.
She began singing a soft lullaby.
Lumina întunecată, lumina întunecată,
Somn, draga mea, în pace, in seara asta
Nu este o schimbare de domiciliu griji prin mintea ta
În lumea ta de vise, relaxaţi-vă
Deschide sufletul şi dezvăluie pur
În cazul în care dureri de inima ta, visele, ele vor vindeca
Interior durere, atât de greusă suporte
Stiu, dragostea mea, voi fi mereu acolo.
Lumina întunecată, lumina întunecată,
Salvează-te de la oroarea de realitate ...
Her eyes closed, as the gentle moonlight began to sting with the tears that started to form behind her pale eyelids.
Little did she know, Alfred had come down to see if he could find a midnight snack, but of course, he wouldn't go without Arthur…they heard her singing.
Her voice was so soft, so soothing…yet so harsh, haunting, like the blizzard that was separated from them by mere inches of stained glass.
o.o.o
Translations:
(ROMANIAN)
Lumina întunecată, lumina întunecată,
Somn, draga mea, în pace, in seara asta
Nu este o schimbare de domiciliu griji prin mintea ta
În lumea ta de vise, relaxaţi-vă
Deschide sufletul şi dezvăluie pur
În cazul în care dureri de inima ta, visele, ele vor vindeca
Interior durere, atât de greusă suporte
Stiu, dragostea mea, voi fi mereu acolo.
Lumina întunecată, lumina întunecată,
Salvează-te de la oroarea de realitate ...
(ENGLISH)
Dark little light, dark little light,
Sleep, my dear, in peace, tonight
Not a worry flit through your mind
In your world of dreams, unwind
Open your soul and reveal the pure
If your heart aches, your dreams, they'll cure
The pain inside, so hard to bear
Know, my love, I'll always be there.
Dark little light, Dark little light,
Save yourself from the horror of reality…