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Okay, so recently I got a new U2 album. It's filled my head with lots of fiction ideas. I've got an IvanxAlfred in the works, but it'll probably be multi-chaptered. In the meantime, enjoy some AlfredxNatalia fiction. *w* Okay, this is one of my heart-happy crack pairings, dammit.
Disclaimers: The song "Moment of Surrender" is by U2, and I interjected a few lines the the beginning and end of the story. Also, all the characters in this story are not mine, they were created by Hidekaz Himaruya.
Title: Moment of Surrender
Author: makeshift_6
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Belarus, America, hinted Russia
Pairings: America/Belarus, and come on, you can't have Belarus without at least having some Belarus-->Russia.
Warnings: Crazy writing style, POV is Belarus, maybe some OOC considering I have little experience with Belarus. Set just a little after the fall of the Soviet Union, when Belarus-America (the governements, mind you) relations started to form.
Key: Belarus [America] Song
I was punching in the numbers at the ATM machine
I could see in the reflection
A face staring back at me
It should have been so easy to hate him.
It should have been. After all, he was her beloved brother’s mortal enemy. His polar opposite. Warm (almost hot) where her brother was cool (almost cold). Sun-hair versus moon-hair. A participant versus an observer. A ridiculous clown versus an intimidating giant.
He was the opposite of everything she loved.
It should have been so easy.
Should have been so easy to plunge eight inches of sharpened steel into his heart as he caught her when she tripped down the stairs. Should have been so easy to punch him for flirting with her when he made her blush with the way he held her steady (both hands around her waist, like she weighed nothing). Should have been…
[I saw her trip on the fifth step. I panicked, reached out, caught her around her waist -- Being a hero never crossed my mind until she was safe in my arms. ‘Hey there, damsel in distress! I’ve saved you, so smile!’]
It would have been so easy to get into her darling brother’s love.
So… easy…
She didn’t do any of those things. Because he was so… so friendly. Easy smile. Glittering eyes. Confident, friendly tone. Kind words… Kind words…
Now she understood what her brother saw in summer sunflowers, standing so tall and strong against an endless blue sky.
Because, that’s what he was. She could see now.
Such a revelation… should have brought her closer to her brother.
Yet, it only pulled her away.
Away, away, towards something too warm and deep to be real.
Drowning in warm water was not supposed to be this pleasant.
Still, it should have been so easy to hate him anyway. Should have been so easy to hurt, to kill -- to slit his throat as he walked her to her home away from home.
More than that, it should have been easy to pull away when he reached for her hand. To get angry and yell and threaten and attack him for being so brazen.
She shouldn’t have let herself be weak and blush like--like this was her brother. Because, they were nothing alike. He was too warm, too friendly, too welcoming, too everything to be her precious brother.
[I’m feeling a little envious, here. Haha, how awful, being envious of that commie bastard. I’m a hero, I don’t need that! Still… He doesn’t know what he has. ‘Here, I‘ll walk you back. Just in case you need saving on the way again, okay?’]
It could have been the opportunity she’d been waiting for.
The moment where her brother finally accepted that he was meant to be with her, and no one else. They could have been married so soon, so happy and so whole.
She wasn’t fickle, dammit, she wasn’t. So why was his soft, friendly grin making her heart flutter in this way? She should have hit him as soon as she felt it. She should have, she should have…
She could have…
His grip wasn’t harsh or tight or anything. It was strong, and gentle, and warm, like the rest of him, really. She could have pulled away so easily, expressed her discomfort at any time --
But… she wasn’t really… uncomfortable.
It shouldn’t have felt so natural. Their hands weren’t supposed to fit so perfectly. The pulse of blood in his palm shouldn’t have felt so soothing.
She shouldn’t have wanted that pulse to continue on forever.
[I… really shouldn’t be so forward. Shit, she probably thinks I’m some kind of creep. Oh well. Too busy thinking how strong and soft her hands are, too busy thinking how lucky I am to be this close, even for a minute. Too busy shoving my envy in a place where I can’t see it.]
It shouldn’t have felt so unnatural to protest after those long minutes.
She shouldn’t have been honest, shouldn’t have mentioned how unworthy of this kindness she felt… After all, it should have been so easy to destroy this strange beginning of… something.
She definitely shouldn’t have felt so comforted, so inexplicably happy, and so damn embarrassed, when he protested her protests.
[Dammit, that envy just doesn’t wanna leave me alone. ‘Hey, hey, now, that’s not fair. I think you’re great, and wonderful, and damn, you just don’t realize how beautiful you are, do you?’]
Most importantly, she shouldn’t have invited him out for coffee before they went back. She shouldn’t have.
It shouldn’t have felt like she was asking him on a… a date, of all things.
It shouldn’t have.
At all.
[I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.]
It should have been so easy to hate him.
But it was easier to love him.
So very easy…
At the moment of surrender
Of vision over visibility…
Disclaimers: The song "Moment of Surrender" is by U2, and I interjected a few lines the the beginning and end of the story. Also, all the characters in this story are not mine, they were created by Hidekaz Himaruya.
Title: Moment of Surrender
Author: makeshift_6
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Belarus, America, hinted Russia
Pairings: America/Belarus, and come on, you can't have Belarus without at least having some Belarus-->Russia.
Warnings: Crazy writing style, POV is Belarus, maybe some OOC considering I have little experience with Belarus. Set just a little after the fall of the Soviet Union, when Belarus-America (the governements, mind you) relations started to form.
Key: Belarus [America] Song
I was punching in the numbers at the ATM machine
I could see in the reflection
A face staring back at me
It should have been so easy to hate him.
It should have been. After all, he was her beloved brother’s mortal enemy. His polar opposite. Warm (almost hot) where her brother was cool (almost cold). Sun-hair versus moon-hair. A participant versus an observer. A ridiculous clown versus an intimidating giant.
He was the opposite of everything she loved.
It should have been so easy.
Should have been so easy to plunge eight inches of sharpened steel into his heart as he caught her when she tripped down the stairs. Should have been so easy to punch him for flirting with her when he made her blush with the way he held her steady (both hands around her waist, like she weighed nothing). Should have been…
[I saw her trip on the fifth step. I panicked, reached out, caught her around her waist -- Being a hero never crossed my mind until she was safe in my arms. ‘Hey there, damsel in distress! I’ve saved you, so smile!’]
It would have been so easy to get into her darling brother’s love.
So… easy…
She didn’t do any of those things. Because he was so… so friendly. Easy smile. Glittering eyes. Confident, friendly tone. Kind words… Kind words…
Now she understood what her brother saw in summer sunflowers, standing so tall and strong against an endless blue sky.
Because, that’s what he was. She could see now.
Such a revelation… should have brought her closer to her brother.
Yet, it only pulled her away.
Away, away, towards something too warm and deep to be real.
Drowning in warm water was not supposed to be this pleasant.
Still, it should have been so easy to hate him anyway. Should have been so easy to hurt, to kill -- to slit his throat as he walked her to her home away from home.
More than that, it should have been easy to pull away when he reached for her hand. To get angry and yell and threaten and attack him for being so brazen.
She shouldn’t have let herself be weak and blush like--like this was her brother. Because, they were nothing alike. He was too warm, too friendly, too welcoming, too everything to be her precious brother.
[I’m feeling a little envious, here. Haha, how awful, being envious of that commie bastard. I’m a hero, I don’t need that! Still… He doesn’t know what he has. ‘Here, I‘ll walk you back. Just in case you need saving on the way again, okay?’]
It could have been the opportunity she’d been waiting for.
The moment where her brother finally accepted that he was meant to be with her, and no one else. They could have been married so soon, so happy and so whole.
She wasn’t fickle, dammit, she wasn’t. So why was his soft, friendly grin making her heart flutter in this way? She should have hit him as soon as she felt it. She should have, she should have…
She could have…
His grip wasn’t harsh or tight or anything. It was strong, and gentle, and warm, like the rest of him, really. She could have pulled away so easily, expressed her discomfort at any time --
But… she wasn’t really… uncomfortable.
It shouldn’t have felt so natural. Their hands weren’t supposed to fit so perfectly. The pulse of blood in his palm shouldn’t have felt so soothing.
She shouldn’t have wanted that pulse to continue on forever.
[I… really shouldn’t be so forward. Shit, she probably thinks I’m some kind of creep. Oh well. Too busy thinking how strong and soft her hands are, too busy thinking how lucky I am to be this close, even for a minute. Too busy shoving my envy in a place where I can’t see it.]
It shouldn’t have felt so unnatural to protest after those long minutes.
She shouldn’t have been honest, shouldn’t have mentioned how unworthy of this kindness she felt… After all, it should have been so easy to destroy this strange beginning of… something.
She definitely shouldn’t have felt so comforted, so inexplicably happy, and so damn embarrassed, when he protested her protests.
[Dammit, that envy just doesn’t wanna leave me alone. ‘Hey, hey, now, that’s not fair. I think you’re great, and wonderful, and damn, you just don’t realize how beautiful you are, do you?’]
Most importantly, she shouldn’t have invited him out for coffee before they went back. She shouldn’t have.
It shouldn’t have felt like she was asking him on a… a date, of all things.
It shouldn’t have.
At all.
[I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.]
It should have been so easy to hate him.
But it was easier to love him.
So very easy…
At the moment of surrender
Of vision over visibility…