So I, um... wrote a Hetalia oneshot, and I kinda wanted to post it to see what some fellow Hetalia fans thought of it...? I showed it to my sister, and she said it was good. It's called
Ice.
。ICE。
Prompt: Poland has been killed and then Siberia finds out that Germany likes her. Angsty one-shot I'm doing for practice. My sister gave me the plot. GermanyxSiberia. Enjoy
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The scorched shred of the silk red-and-white flag slipped through Siberia's raw hands as effortlessly as fresh water cascading over the crest of a waterfall. The remnants of the once-glorious house surrounded her; embracing her scarred soul. Sooty detritus was scattered about the nonexistent floor. Haunting echoes of the explosion reverberated through the hollow openness of the maimed house.
She did not cry.
The one sole person the Slavic girl was living for was dead. Right in front of her, his body lay; still, cold, and unreal. His golden hair was dusted with ash, and he lay face-down in the rubble. The shred of his flag that Siberia had been holding floated down in a dreamlike way and landed next to his outstretched hand.
He had been reaching for her.
Poland would have gladly sacrificed his life for Siberia.
The start of a bloodcurdling scream gripped Siberia's lungs; it worked its way up through her back, but halted abruptly as a knot in her throat. She stood there, her hair flying out behind her in the wind like a spray of uprooted earth, as she analyzed the situation. Time had become so fantasy-like that it had ceased to exist. All around her, noises grew softer. The distant roar of the Warsaw highway lessened until it was simply a serene whisper. Tears blurred her vision, but did not spill forth from her granite-like eyes.
Leaning down, she ran her lacerated hands through Poland's soft, feather-like hair. A lone salty tear escaped the confines of her eye, trickled down her dirty cheek, and landed soundlessly on the tabular dirt next to his head. One single strangled cry eluded Siberia's closed lips before she turned and ran, faster than she had ever run.
Strong arms caught her mid-stride, shattering her senseless train of traumatic thoughts.
"Stop moving. Shhh, shhh, it's okay. Be still, bitte. I've got you. It's okay."
Siberia, who was shaking so hard she was on the verge of collapsing, looked up, straight into those all-too-familiar ice-blue eyes. Letting out a shrill scream, she wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his chest. Germany laid his hand on her head while whispering soothing words to calm the girl. Siberia was too in shock to pay heed.
"Mein Gott, you're going to pass out. Shhh." Germany pulled Siberia closer and continued to soothe her.
"Ostanovit'," Siberia finally managed to choke out. Germany looked down at her orb-like eyes, usually so lively and playful, which were filled with grief and sorrow, but also a confusion that burned like wildfire. "W-why? Why would someone..." She stopped momentarily, biting her lip, contemplating her options. "Why would someone try to kill Poland?! Why?! Pochemu?! TELL ME-"
Germany leaned slightly forward and pressed his lips against Siberia's, silencing her rant immediately.
"Shhh," he said gently. "Shhh."
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So that's it... My first attempt at a one-shot... I hope you like it :3
by Bovidae » Thu Jan 27, 2011 2:09 pm 
