The name comes from the song Zenryoku Shounen (duh?) by Sukima Switch for the anime "Tokyo Marble Chocolate." It's not a songfic, though.
I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia. If I did, America would be the main chacter, and the absolutely, irrefutable canon pairing would be Russia/America.
Prologue: Waiting
"Mr. Braginsky, sir, are you ready?"
"As I will ever be."
"It's time to leave, sir."
"Mm."
"Sir?"
It appeared to be an ordinary cemetery, sitting on an ordinary hill, on the outskirts of an ordinary rural town.
In fact, it was.
Two men stood in front of a single grave, one man considerably taller than the other. His beige-blond hair and scarf were rustled by the soft wind that blew by. His violet eyes spoke of pain and sadness as he gazed at the grave.
"Sir, are you okay?" In concern, the shorter man bobbed his head to the side to get a better look at the other's face. "Mr. Braginski, if you want, we can come back tomorrow and the day after that, and we can even come every day if it makes you feel better."
"Nyet. Today should suffice for the year."
Of course it did. This was the only day Ivan would ever allow himself to come here. Toris shifted his weight and whistled softly for a few moments.
"Toris."
The other perked up at the mention of his name. "Yes, what is it, sir?"
"Is it possible for God to hate a person?"
Toris was taken aback. "Mr... Braginsky?"
Ivan gazed up at the sky. The sun was setting, casting a magnificently magical glow. All hues of reds, oranges, and yellows, played and radiated themselves from the sun. He stared with a glazed look in his pale-violet eyes, as if in reminiscence.
"Yes, I believe it is so. God plays us like fools. Expects us to play our part, yet when we try against our fate, even if it is not to be so, he allows us. He let's us continue acting on what we believe is right. He glances at us with a loving smile and may even encourage us, but this is only a ruse. His real expression for these humans is one of disgust and contempt." His fists tightened. "'How dare these humans go against what is laid out for them?'"
"And then, when things appear to be perfect, he brings down his fist and destroys everything."
It was silent for a while.
"It's time to go, sir."
There was no answer this time, and Toris sighed. He would go wait in the car.
He quietly back stepped and started towards the black Chevy that hummed steadily at the side of the road, with the key still in the ignition. It was only supposed to be a quick visit before going to work again. Knowing Ivan, it would probably be at least a few hours. The client might not be able to wait, but Toris could.
He could always wait.
He was quite an expert at patience by now.
Everyone who knew Ivan was.
Except for one person.
Wheat-blonde hair, a cowlick, and an exuberant smile flashed through his mind.
Toris smiled nostalgically. He closed his eyes, laid his head back on the cloth seating, and remembered.
Prologue End
OHHH. DUDE. DID I JUST ALLOW THAT TO GET SENTIMENTAL?
I need to practice writing angst and, um, ...coughsmutcough. Yeah, I'll face it: I can't write it. I've never even tried. So I'll practice with this story. But it's mostly gonna be fluffy and angsty and stuff... For some reason, the plot in my head reminds me of a movie... I don't know what, though.
And to end this little rant, I'll just say that the main pairing is gonna be Russia and America. Except, it's AU, so it'll be Ivan and Alfred. And then there's gonna be some more pairings too. But I'm still deciding most of them. And I can't figure out one for China for some reason... At the end, should he just be like the father figure who looks over everyone with a smile as they frolic and stuff? ...I think you get what I mean? ^^;
An-n-nd that's it. I'll write the next chapter soon. Please review and tell me any mistakes you saw, or just tell me what you liked or didn't like :)
...I didn't forget anything, did I?
