Facades [Hetalia AU]

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The past few years have been quite uneventful for one Belarussian anthropomorphism. Being tucked away in a country of vivid but comfy quilts in the center of the wilderness made sure that the lady did not apprehend much of the outside world. Maybe, it was a miracle in disguise. A facade to hid an impeccable soul from the unrelenting, relentless universe. Luckily, years would have gone quite quickly if it was seen from a nation's viewpoint. 

She would occasionally feel distressed and unutterable ache all over her body, roaring to her to pay consideration to the demands of her citizens, to attend to the obligations of a country. However, she was a good sister. She would listen to her brother's orders. She knew she was being selfish, prioritizing the will of a person rather than a country, with hundreds of people but she didn't care, she refuses to! 

A-and even if she wanted to care. She didn't know how. All access to her country's government was nullified. Heck, she wasn't even a country of her own, she was just Byelorussian Soviet Socialist Republic, a federal unit of the growing and conquering the Soviet Union. They didn't know that such personification exists, causing her link towards her citizens to grow weaker slowly but surely. 

Her big brother on the other hand. Every single day, she continued to listen to the hated, probably ancient device, spouting an abundance of military propaganda in its rickety, monotonous voice which seems to bore her. Honestly, she was glad for her brother, happy for his success in his plans. The other side of her, however, seems to go against that, screaming viciously for her to stand up for the inequality happening to her used-to-be citizens. A small side of her urged her to stop listening for her brother for once in her life, and do something about it. 

Perhaps, she will then. 

( ♡ )

After a few hours of rethinking decisions and planning for further actions, she has finally finished packing her medium-sized brown leather luggage, a birthday gift from her dearest Ivan, with clothes that can withstand even the harshest winters along with with other essentials. Wearing a soft, velvet dress, that seems to add at least a layer of comfort to her trembling figure,  underneath her pale, intricate coat, she went out of her lovely little cottage and went to venture outside the world she has familiarised herself to. 

She boarded the first-class train to Moscow, watching the snowy hills and frozen lakes roll as if an adventure in a winter wonderland. It was a blur of white and a hint of blue but it was still an art she wanted to treasure forever. She could see small cottages lining up, with grey smoke coming out of the tall chimneys, people bursting in and out of those houses. Their face might not be laced with a smile, their uniform grey clothes might be too big and dirty with dark stains, their bodies so thin that you can see their bones. She was honestly, not surprised but quite disappointed at this new system. Anything for my brother...

The endless horizons then started to darken into a hazy violet dream. Suddenly her bright and cozy and warm compartment seems so comforting, so inviting and alluring. She closed her eyelids, hoping maybe one day...

 everything will be okay. 

( ♡ )

"natalya? what are you doing here?" a familiar voice ranged out in her fantasies of eating palatable blini served in elegant, breakable plates with her brother in a land so free and bright that they were both laughing happily, all their worries gone. She hesitantly opened her orbs and to her sight was a towering man, his head almost reaching the doorway of her warm, tiny section. His eyes were a shade of green, so empty, unlike those bright, cheerful ones that once greeted her when she stayed with her brother and under those exhausted orbs were layers and layers of dark eyebags as if he hasn't slept for the last few days. His clothes were a mess, torned all over the place, hardly doing its job of providing comfort or covering skin. It was also slightly tainted with dark red, inciting her worry to the tallest of sharp, jagged mountains. 

"tolys? what?" she replied hesitantly. Even though she was never particularly close with the man during her stay, he has always been helpful and kind, aiding her in all ways possible. Seeing him here was unreal, an indication that her brother must have been there somewhere, just waiting for her to meet him.

"i need to hide please," he said in a tired, breathy voice as if all the pain and sufferings in this world has been latched onto him, turning him into another atlas holding the world up. 

Natalya quickly gestured for him to go under her dark blue sheets in the bed next to her, before proceeding to cover or hide any traces that might lead people to him. She knew that the guards will be doing their rounds next and she must hurry up or his very life might be plumming to the depths of dangers. 

"excuse me miss, do you see a fugitive here? brown hair, green eyes?" a strict voice boomed over her lavish sector. He was muscular, ready to beat up whoever he mentioned and bring him to the authorities with hard eyes, trained at her, unmoving and cruel. 

The lady in question replied in denial, feigning her body to be frail-looking and not well-looking. She pretended to sneeze and look into his eyes, portraying the image of a petite, ailing girl who just needs some rest. She then excused herself to that particular excuse and the door finally closed, enclosing several nets of privacy. A few moments after that, the heavy footsteps thundering the hall finally stopped into an inaudible sound. 

"what the actual heck, tolys?" she replied when they were actually safe. The figure appeared from her blankets looking more disheveled than ever, his face lit up with relief before shooting her a grateful smile, showing his yellow, dirty teeth. Fugitive, indeed. 

"maybe i need to clear several things up-" 

Author's note: 

i FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHAPTER!! 

thank u so much for the comments and votes sjskjk. it gives me motivation to keep this fic going hoho. school's been pretty shitty to me and there's wsc too. :(((

since i made this fic in an angsty weekend in seventh grade and didn't plan anything besides the essentials *nervous laugh*, please don't expect much!! and there's so many historical inaccuracies too wtf-

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