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United Christmas (Hetalia X-mas fic!!!)
Snow Stalker
In the black of night, amongst a typical winter blizzard a pillar of snow stood. A revealing wind exposed the figure. Russia was treading through the snow. His body frozen, though to the innards of his soul, this was a warm scene. Ever soft eyes gazing out to the surreal endless white.
Now even hail pounded upon him, but it’s pelting could not prepare him for the grudge and obsession of another. In his path stood a girl, which the blasted hail seemed to avoid completely. Her eyes glaring white from the dark aura she gave off.
Russia shown no fear, but as the girl’s blonde framed face came closer, leaving no oncoming foot steps in the deepening snow, his heart would stop. “Good evening Belarus.” His voice with it’s cheering monotone vibration overcame the blasting hail.
Face to face the cruel blood shot eyes of the girl’s pale face stung at him, before she disappeared. Into the snow? Russia thought, looking down. She had left no trace of her being their. A hand brushed through the back of his snow drawn hair. Slowly and with chills of the contact Russia turned. Again it was another empty sight. He noticed he had left no foot prints either.
Kind eyes gazed out into the distant. This was wrong… Russia slowly quickened his pace, several oncoming woman with the same physique and outfit as his stalker passed him. Soon these woman gave the same glare. Now running, Russia had to escape. Voices began to follow him, blowing with the wind as a whisper. They spoke of unity and forceful lust.
He ran straight into Belarus. He held his arms up over his chest to protect his person, but he passed right through her. He turned back to see the anomaly, but there was nothing.
Continuing his quick pace through the snow, Russia came upon a shed. It was a safe haven. He slammed the door behind him, back against it. A breath of relief escaped him. From the inside The shed was made up entirely of glass and from the view he got the snow had disappeared. The night was now day. The room was steamy and warm. A hand slammed against the glass at the back of his head. It squealed against the door, as fingers pushed in a grasping motion.
Russia slowly turned, then backed away, seeing the misty face of Belarus. Though her head was held low, framed by her hair, she was clear as day. He backed himself into the wall. Then another hand came against that wall. He turned, seeing Belarus again. The hands were squealing against both windows. There were now two Belarus. Then from the now enclosing roof another Belarus was laying down, but this one had blood shot eyes. The crimson eyes gazed down at Russia as her hands squeaked against the glass. Soon the outer corners had Belari hugging them. The squealing of all the hands against the walls formed words. Nearly inaudible, but to Russia’s observation they were clear as the snowy night.
“-ma-rry-me-” Repeated from the squealing hands.
In no time the glass room was black. Belari surrounded the entire shed, blocking out the sunlight. “Marry-me.” The harsh squealed hounded him. Russia closed his eyes, this was too much. When they reopened his face was against the frightening bosom of Belarus. “Mine!” Her horror-toned lips grinned, while blood foamed down upon Russia’s sandy brown hair. His breath ceased.
The night-time candle had taken it’s toll, as Russia awoke in a hot sweat. His scarf moist from heavy breath. He was relieved to be in the safety of his cabin room. He rose from bed, his bare chest shimmering with perspiration. He redressed in his garbs. To his dismay he discovered a certificate of pending unity upon the outside of his door, complimented with claw marks against the wooded fixture.
Belarus… She had left tides of an announced date, a common practice for the holiday season, but the note was flooded with violence and possession. Russia needed to be free, a cheap and easy way out of this arrangement. He also noticed a large basket of fattening sweets, left by an old nemesis, America. This gesture was the catalyst of his solution. He knew if anybody could overcome a strict engagement, it would be America.
During the Christmas season, America would forcefully wish holiday tidings upon all the countries. He was meeting with Japan at an English pub. His belly had grown considerably and he was dressed in a big red coat with white trim. He was ranting all over Japan to eat more and to be stuffed for the holidays.
“I s’ink not…” Japan enjoyed the holiday, but not America’s brash nature. Soon his face was concealed by a Santa cap that America slammed down upon him.
“Now eat lots of pudding with gravy and sausage, with a big old plate of turkey!” Such things to America came easy, he spoke loudly to his ’friend.’ Japan sighed off, dipping his head down sorrowfully.
“Russia!” America just noticed Russia who had been standing beside him for an hour, just watching. He pulled a santa cap out of the fourth dimension. (Same place where his money comes from.) He lunged the hat down, but Russia stopped his hand with eerie lightning speed, then he gave America a freaky looking gnome statue.
“Merry-” Russia’s sentence was cut off by the endless rants of how great Christmas was and how Earth should be shrouded in peace and love and harmony etc.
Around the holiday- No, all year round. America was in a Technicolor world, where everything was peaceful. It was especially worse around the holidays. They would abandon all foreign policy and suddenly come up with new ones.
“I noticed you had a problem with Belarusavich!” America was sucking on a drumstick of turkey, his voice however remained intact. His glasses fogged from the meat, not taking the time to let it cool. The insides of his throat burned, but this didn’t stop him as he offered a leg to Russia.
The whole drum stick went into Russia’s mouth. He pulled the bone out from his lips, it seemed like the meat had melted off, but there was frost all over the bone and it was chilled. “Yes… I know you know everything, about every country.”
“Neat trick…” America was jealous of how fast Russia scarfed the food down. The man was easily distracted. Trying to imitate the skill. (America wanted to be like everybody else, but better!) After a while of trying America fell back into Russia’s problem, with of course an idiotic solution. “You need dating protection! Belaland can’t get you if you’re with Lithinsulvania!”
“Lithuania.” Russia corrected, but the idea sickened him on so many levels. Such a pitiful person, who was beneath him, plus he was a man. “I cannot date a ma-”
“DON’T ASK DON’T TELL! (common army policy…In America!) HE’LL BE GORGEOUS WHEN I’M DONE WITH HIM!” The scheme was on…
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away….Somehow.
America and France were hovering over Lithuania. Making him into a beautiful woman. Or at least they thought they were.
“Why are you doing this…” Lithuania whined as they pinned back his hair, barraging his face with markers and make up utencils.
“Je? Surely you want to be as beautiful as muah.” France enjoyed these activities, but he was never committed to much.
“Didn’t I tell you guys already?” America thought he did, though the conversation was only in his head. He asked Lithuania how he felt about Russia, which was somewhat affection, mixed with a hint of terror. America then promised him a date with Russia. France was hooked in because America asked…
“Ah-ha samanafic!” France was finished and held a mirror to Lithuania. The man looked like a skunk, his hair was sprayed and put up in every which way, while he was adorning a black and white blouse with a ballerina skirt and matching leotard, picked out by America.
“No! No!” Poor Lithuania screamed, hating how terrible he looked. The lipstick was overflowing, going down his chin. America and France always thought their collaborations were perfect, they saw no flaw in this, oh… There was one flaw.
“Santa claus hat!” America flung it down on dear Lithuania’s now frosted, multicolored hair.
Make-up stained, Lithuania’s cheeks began bawling tears. Russia would never like him looking this way. America gave him a flag and abandoned him.
A large liquid like bouncing sound was heard thundering through. France noticed it was Ukraine. Seeing her massive bosom caused him to begin flirting with her, but she thought he smelled weird and avoided him like the plague. France, after realizing it was the frightening useless Ukraine, fled,
“Lithuania, is zhat you?” Ukraine came over, with a soft and desperate smile upon her face. She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and began cleaning him up.
Half an hour later, Lithuania looked like a beautiful young lady, in a soft Christmas blouse, traditional webbed skirt and long boots with heels. “You look very lovely now.” She shown him the mirror. This time his female toned face was gorgeous, he was now a woman. His hair was tied back in a red and green bow, his brown eyes accentuated by mascara.
“You will be loved, but one more thing.” She wrapped a scarf, that would match Russia’s around his neck. She then placed her fingers on her lips, kissed the tips and smeared them on his cheek, fixing some of his blush.
Ever so gratefully he smothered her with an affection hug. Like a mother she held him and kissed his forehead, but because of her own self-esteem issues began whimpering that she was lonely for the holidays and really wanted somebody to spend it with. Lithuania was reluctant to leave, she still wished for him good luck and to have a merry Christmas with Russia, despite her own aspirations.
In a blue lighted holiday plaza, Russia stood waiting for Lithuania. Snow softly fell upon him. The younger of the two was a bit late, but this gave Russia time to enjoy a concert being held by Liechtenstein and Switzerland.
The blonde couple stood on a stage holding microphones. Liechtenstein was dressed in a green dress with red trimming down the center and above the bosom of the blouse, while Switzerland was wearing a red jacket with a green undershirt, both matched well for the holiday.
“Z’hey look razzer cute.” Russia closed his eyes smiling softly.
“Russia…” The shy voice of Lithuania was heard.
A confused Russia looked about. He could not find Lithuania, just a cute looking girl in front of him. Oh… That was Lithuania. Russia could not believe how pretty he looked.
“Lithuania…” He had the same tone as the greeting he just received. “Shall we be on our way, z’hen?” Russia linked his arm around Lithuania’s and the two walked through the soft falling snow to Christmas shop.
In the center of the plaza was a gigantic Christmas tree. Within it two eyes gazed out hatefully. Belarus was beyond mortified to see Russia with Lithuania. “How could big bruzzer do z’his to me!” Her voice echoed out of it. The tree trembled, snow falling off onto a near by Italian.
“HETALIA!”
“Here, loving tides and all the countries are.” A tiny voice was heard over the speakers as Liechtenstein began to sing.
Switzerland clenched the microphone tightly holding it to his lips. Nervously he spoke, not sang his line. “So let them follow, upon the north star…”
“A guiding light we can all see!” She shouted happily. Her mood was spruced up by her date with Switzerland.
“Yes… You and me… Can see… We…” Switzerland’s shy nerves messed up the lyric, but Liechtenstein kept singing.
“So tell your mama!”
“So tell your father…” (actual lyric papa.)
“Bring your brother.” Liechtenstein nuzzled up to him.
“Br-bring your sister…”
“Draw from point to point, draw from arm to arm.”
“Add them to their legs, and then at the top.”
“To make the north star!!!” Both.
Switzerland could not sing any parts over, but with him by her side Liechtenstein could not stop. So over and over again she repeated herself.
Russia and Lithuania had picked out many Christmas gifts, but they were trapped in line. Still, they were inseparable arm in arm. They managed to shop through all the stores staying together. Lithuania had in his arms a large grand father frost doll that he was getting for Russia, who was actually rather pleased with it.
“The line sure is long…” Lithuania sighed, then dared himself to lean his head on Russia’s shoulder. He couldn’t do it then, but at that moment Russia’s head drooped over his, they were cuddling ear to ear. Odd, but affectionate, both began to hold each other closer.
“Oh yea, after Christmas isa st. Stephen’s day, we then make it a nice end year and keep all-all decorations up until January sixth, then they come down as the old year dies, but a new year is born!” Italy held up the line with non-sense…
“Hetalia…”
The night was coming to a nice close. Lithuania and Russia made their way up a hill, where they sat upon a snow bank. They were both used to the cold, but Russia offered his jacket for Lithuania to sit upon, because of the silk dress he sported.
“Thank you.” Beside Russia, he leaned on him, resting his head on his shoulder. “Look, there it is, the north star!” He pointed to the sky smiling.
“Yes… It is lovely.” Russia admired it, but his eyes admired Lithuania deeper.
Both of their heads swiveled and together their eyes locked. Methodically they closed. Their faces drew near, but the kiss was halted by a deep and dangerous panting sound.
“Eeghn… Big-bruzzer…” The sound came from underneath the snow bank, as Belarus exploded from out of it, the snow melted with her rage.
“Belarus!!” Russia stood down, using Lithuania as a shield. Typically Russia was the dominant force, but his morbid sister was his one and only weakness.
Poor Lithuania’s face was flushed, he had liked Belarus in the past, but she ruined a perfectly good moment. His twisted mood forced him to raise his hand and slap Belarus in the face. “You evil twit!”
“Errgh! You don’t even know! Russia is only dating you to not be with me!” She vengefully hissed, slapping him back.
“Is this true…” Lithuania looked crushed, turning to his date, but also slapping Belarus in retaliation.
“Well, in a sense… But the time we have-had togezzer has been most wonderful.” Russia sweet talked him.
Belarus slithered over to Russia, clinging to his arm. His bicep was held closely to her chest. He was terrified, weakly flinging his arm, trying to shake her off to no avail.
“Get off my man!” Lithuania hit her in the back of the head with a large metal novelty candy cane. The damaged country fell back, sinking into the snow, literally out cold.
“You, you saved me…” Russia panted, patting his own chest to get his heart back to beating.
“I enjoyed our time too.” Lithuania smiled, then leaned into Russia, who held him.
“We found the north star.” Russia smiled, leaning his face to Lithuania’s, softly their lips came together. Two icy hearts melt into a soft warming chill. The star above their heads shined brighter at their unity.
“Merry Christmas!” Italy was tipsy clinging to Germany who was waving a mug of Heineken, they happened to be under the mistletoe. Japan was on the floor with his belly bulging out of his shirt.
“From Hetaria…” The plump Japan groaned.
 Shielsia · Mon Dec 20, 2010 @ 08:45pm · 0 Comments |
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