My Gift
Title: Cendrillon
Author: hanakoanime
Recipient: sirvalkyrie
Fandom: Hetalia (Axis Powers)
Characters/Pairing: America/Belarus
Rating: PG
Warning: N/A
Word Count: 1290
Summary: She had arrived at the party in hopes of murdering Prince Alfred. However, there were many things that Natalya could not have imagined.
Notes Somewhat based off of the song Cendrillon by Miku Hatsune and Kaito.
She stared at the pathetic people of the party, following the roles they were given as “guests” celebrating the birthday of the prince. It was disgusting, this farce they created trying to praise the prince for being the best in the land. At least, she was able to disguise herself with a mask-no one would know that she came and she could pretend to stare in disdain.
However, Natalya also envied the prince who didn’t have to worry about anything-he had people to do that for him; at least, that’s what she heard from the others in her village.
“You are to seduce him then kill him. If you want your brother to live, that is.”
Natalya didn’t like the prince, but she didn’t like being ordered around even more. However, if it was to save her brother, she would kill the crown prince. Though, now that she thought about it, no one could beat her brother in a fight.
Shaking her head, she decided to stop thinking about this situation-it would only cause her to doubt what she was doing, and she was too far in to back out now.
“Where is he,” she asked herself, scanning the room for him. Natalya’s eyes landed on the figure standing in the middle of the stairs, talking and flirting with the girls around him. She hated people like that, who would throw around words like that carelessly. However, she hated the girls more, who acted as if the words meant something special to them, that they would never forget them.
Hypocrisy was something she couldn’t stand-she believed in stating what was meant. Natalya said she loved her brother, and she did-it was an unconditional love that shouldn’t matter to anyone not involved.
Making her way to the man that she was to assassinate, Natalya couldn’t help but notice that the prince was staring at her, smiling as if there was nothing that mattered but her. It sickened her. Natalya groaned as she realized that he was coming towards her, “planning on seducing her into his bed”.
“Hello, and may I ask for your name?” He whispered, pulling her close to him, smirking at her flabbergasted expression. On the other hand, Natalya was not amused, close to fuming, as she was being flirted with by an annoying man who assumed she would be charmed by such a shallow act.
“My name is none of your concern,” she retorted, glaring at the man that dared to presume that she was like all those pathetic women who would swoon as soon as he spoke up. It was disgusting, but it thrilled her and she hated him even more than ever because of that.
“But you are at my party, yeah?” He sent her such a blinding smile that she couldn’t help but absently think that if she was as desperate as those women who had come here to meet the prince, she would’ve fallen for it. However, she was here to murder him, not to fall in love with him.
This would make the mission much easier, she mused, so she acted as if she was flattered by those shallow comments, acted as if she was vain enough to actually believe such compliments coming from a questionable character
As the night dragged on, Natalya couldn’t help but think that she would fall for him, that she wouldn’t be able to think of those women before her as pathetic as she now knew of his true capabilities. With her own eyes, she witnessed his charm. At this point, she was the intended target of his charm (from her peripheral vision, she saw that some of the other women were inadvertently being affected by his charisma, and she hated the jealously that welled in her when she saw that.)
If there was one thing she didn’t want to do tonight, it was to fall in love with this man who she was sent to kill. If he was someone that she fell in love with, Natalya knew that she would regret her decision to follow through in the end
That’s why she started to distant herself from him, trying to ignore the sincere smile he sent her, ignoring his honest concern about her, and she found that to be much more difficult than she had first imagined. The prince was insistent on commanding Natalya’s attention and wouldn’t let her leave him, even if she requested time to spend by herself.
It should have made her nauseous, this possessiveness, but Natalya found that she didn’t mind it-in fact, she loved it, loved being needed so much that he felt a need to have her near him all the time. However, she knew that Prince Alfred, the one that was captivated by her, was aloof in nature, though sometimes he was passionate (mostly about his knights’ training.)
However, this unusual feeling (one that she associated with normal feelings) wouldn’t go away, no matter how desperately she wished for it to leave and to be honest, she was desiring his company more and more (to her horror.
There was the task at hand to consider-Natalya was required to assassinate him for her brother’s sake, and she would do just that, even if it hurt her a bit. Anything, and everything, took second priority to Ivan in Natalya’s mind, though she was now unsure if that was sure as she found herself desiring to be selfish and allow her brother some harm in exchange for happiness.
As much as Natalya hated to admit it, she couldn’t risk her brother’s well-being, not after everything he went through because of her. If it wasn’t for her… Natalya stopped her train of thought, knowing that it would only hinder her more if she thought about the events that had led her brother to his insanity.
With a bittersweet smile, she chose the path that would best suit everyone, and turned to face the prince once again. Holding her hands behind her back, she whispered, “Sorry,” and plunged the knife into his body as she kept her head down.
It was a foreign feeling, mourning for the life of someone she knew, as Natalya rarely cared about anyone enough to mourn them. However, it was even stranger to feel her own tears and not someone else begging for something-she hadn’t cried, not even when her brother lost the last bits of his sanity.
“Why do you cry?” His voice, she was hallucinating, as she had heard happened to those who didn’t want to accept the turnout of some events, but his hand suddenly was holding hers. He forced her head up, to look at him, and she could see him smiling slightly, even though she had no doubt that the wound hurt.
There was no magical love confession and she did not throw herself at him, but she was able to reply, “Because you’re hurt.” While she didn’t doubt her abilities in stabbing someone, Natalya couldn’t help but wonder if she did this on purpose.
“Forget this life and come with me,” he finally offered after staring at Natalya for a couple of minutes. With a hand held out, he offered a life of luxury and of freewill; it was a temptation she hadn’t understood until now, but Natalya wanted it so badly.
Without understand exactly what she was doing, she accepted his hand, taking it into a new world where her desires would be first, and she couldn’t help but smile a little. As he led her to the carriage, in hopes of getting her to agree to marry him, she removed the mask that had hid so much yet let so much leak through.
Author: hanakoanime
Recipient: sirvalkyrie
Fandom: Hetalia (Axis Powers)
Characters/Pairing: America/Belarus
Rating: PG
Warning: N/A
Word Count: 1290
Summary: She had arrived at the party in hopes of murdering Prince Alfred. However, there were many things that Natalya could not have imagined.
Notes Somewhat based off of the song Cendrillon by Miku Hatsune and Kaito.
She stared at the pathetic people of the party, following the roles they were given as “guests” celebrating the birthday of the prince. It was disgusting, this farce they created trying to praise the prince for being the best in the land. At least, she was able to disguise herself with a mask-no one would know that she came and she could pretend to stare in disdain.
However, Natalya also envied the prince who didn’t have to worry about anything-he had people to do that for him; at least, that’s what she heard from the others in her village.
“You are to seduce him then kill him. If you want your brother to live, that is.”
Natalya didn’t like the prince, but she didn’t like being ordered around even more. However, if it was to save her brother, she would kill the crown prince. Though, now that she thought about it, no one could beat her brother in a fight.
Shaking her head, she decided to stop thinking about this situation-it would only cause her to doubt what she was doing, and she was too far in to back out now.
“Where is he,” she asked herself, scanning the room for him. Natalya’s eyes landed on the figure standing in the middle of the stairs, talking and flirting with the girls around him. She hated people like that, who would throw around words like that carelessly. However, she hated the girls more, who acted as if the words meant something special to them, that they would never forget them.
Hypocrisy was something she couldn’t stand-she believed in stating what was meant. Natalya said she loved her brother, and she did-it was an unconditional love that shouldn’t matter to anyone not involved.
Making her way to the man that she was to assassinate, Natalya couldn’t help but notice that the prince was staring at her, smiling as if there was nothing that mattered but her. It sickened her. Natalya groaned as she realized that he was coming towards her, “planning on seducing her into his bed”.
“Hello, and may I ask for your name?” He whispered, pulling her close to him, smirking at her flabbergasted expression. On the other hand, Natalya was not amused, close to fuming, as she was being flirted with by an annoying man who assumed she would be charmed by such a shallow act.
“My name is none of your concern,” she retorted, glaring at the man that dared to presume that she was like all those pathetic women who would swoon as soon as he spoke up. It was disgusting, but it thrilled her and she hated him even more than ever because of that.
“But you are at my party, yeah?” He sent her such a blinding smile that she couldn’t help but absently think that if she was as desperate as those women who had come here to meet the prince, she would’ve fallen for it. However, she was here to murder him, not to fall in love with him.
This would make the mission much easier, she mused, so she acted as if she was flattered by those shallow comments, acted as if she was vain enough to actually believe such compliments coming from a questionable character
As the night dragged on, Natalya couldn’t help but think that she would fall for him, that she wouldn’t be able to think of those women before her as pathetic as she now knew of his true capabilities. With her own eyes, she witnessed his charm. At this point, she was the intended target of his charm (from her peripheral vision, she saw that some of the other women were inadvertently being affected by his charisma, and she hated the jealously that welled in her when she saw that.)
If there was one thing she didn’t want to do tonight, it was to fall in love with this man who she was sent to kill. If he was someone that she fell in love with, Natalya knew that she would regret her decision to follow through in the end
That’s why she started to distant herself from him, trying to ignore the sincere smile he sent her, ignoring his honest concern about her, and she found that to be much more difficult than she had first imagined. The prince was insistent on commanding Natalya’s attention and wouldn’t let her leave him, even if she requested time to spend by herself.
It should have made her nauseous, this possessiveness, but Natalya found that she didn’t mind it-in fact, she loved it, loved being needed so much that he felt a need to have her near him all the time. However, she knew that Prince Alfred, the one that was captivated by her, was aloof in nature, though sometimes he was passionate (mostly about his knights’ training.)
However, this unusual feeling (one that she associated with normal feelings) wouldn’t go away, no matter how desperately she wished for it to leave and to be honest, she was desiring his company more and more (to her horror.
There was the task at hand to consider-Natalya was required to assassinate him for her brother’s sake, and she would do just that, even if it hurt her a bit. Anything, and everything, took second priority to Ivan in Natalya’s mind, though she was now unsure if that was sure as she found herself desiring to be selfish and allow her brother some harm in exchange for happiness.
As much as Natalya hated to admit it, she couldn’t risk her brother’s well-being, not after everything he went through because of her. If it wasn’t for her… Natalya stopped her train of thought, knowing that it would only hinder her more if she thought about the events that had led her brother to his insanity.
With a bittersweet smile, she chose the path that would best suit everyone, and turned to face the prince once again. Holding her hands behind her back, she whispered, “Sorry,” and plunged the knife into his body as she kept her head down.
It was a foreign feeling, mourning for the life of someone she knew, as Natalya rarely cared about anyone enough to mourn them. However, it was even stranger to feel her own tears and not someone else begging for something-she hadn’t cried, not even when her brother lost the last bits of his sanity.
“Why do you cry?” His voice, she was hallucinating, as she had heard happened to those who didn’t want to accept the turnout of some events, but his hand suddenly was holding hers. He forced her head up, to look at him, and she could see him smiling slightly, even though she had no doubt that the wound hurt.
There was no magical love confession and she did not throw herself at him, but she was able to reply, “Because you’re hurt.” While she didn’t doubt her abilities in stabbing someone, Natalya couldn’t help but wonder if she did this on purpose.
“Forget this life and come with me,” he finally offered after staring at Natalya for a couple of minutes. With a hand held out, he offered a life of luxury and of freewill; it was a temptation she hadn’t understood until now, but Natalya wanted it so badly.
Without understand exactly what she was doing, she accepted his hand, taking it into a new world where her desires would be first, and she couldn’t help but smile a little. As he led her to the carriage, in hopes of getting her to agree to marry him, she removed the mask that had hid so much yet let so much leak through.