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This fanfiction uses characters from Hidekaz Himaruya's Hetalia. So, they aren't mine. Some names were chosen by me because the owner haven't done yet, which means I can claim for them. The main scenario for the plot is Hetalia style. The situations presented therein, are completely alien to the original argument without historical connotations, besides being my material. I was inspired listening "Carrots and Sticks" from the OST of "Paint it, white! Hetalia".
Also, this is my first Horror/Crime fanfic. And, this is the traslation of it.
I have many nicknames in the Web y I've chosen for this fanfic: AliceIggyKirkland, created just for Hetalian Community.
Characters: Yekaterina Shevchenko* (Ukraine), Natasha Arlovskaya (Belarus), Ivan Braginsky (Russia), General Winter (Zima, winter wind).
*: Use this name to Ukraine because I have seen in many fics (or at least many that I have read)
Guides: Italics are Belarus' thoughts and those that are underlined are Ukraine's.
And without further ado:
TITLE: Al fin (ENG: At Last)
(Two girls. A slightly older blond, like wheat, braided hair. Another, the smaller, platinum blonde hair. The biggest combed the little girl, singing the wedding march, leaving the other take between their hands miniature figurine of his older brother. Minor, for whom attended the long, almost whitish strands.)
We were always like day and night. We were so different in the way of love. For you, it's sacrifice to tears by others. For me ...
- ¡Natasha! ¡Ivan!
Yekaterina, a blonde of lush beauty, ran desperate, emaciated by the long, bad night her brother and sister decided to give her.
Last night, I went out to breathe, track that smell, snow and blood, emanated by my brother. My brother ... What sinful situation! Because as I said, she and I are different: she cares about us and I love him. Only him.
I have walked all night slowly, watching my back by wolves and maybe some unsatisfied bear.
I received the faint scent of her: countryside rain. I know that sometimes she looks away to find my signs and his, although she may be more worried about me. I have escaped. I can not help that he's spending the night elsewhere than mine. And I'm mad at her for allowing it. She is so weak ...
- They could not vanish in the air. Брат! Сестра! Будь ласка дайте відповідь.*1
Her chest is pressed while more and more hurried her step. No looked good that young people have not appeared overnight. The General Winter was very manipulative and she knew the hearts of Natasha and Ivan.
I smell your fear, Ivan. You run around and maybe even further, but the General wants to claim my soul and that I can not afford. My soul is yours, брат*2. Why no one understands? Not even you imagine? Did she has also not understood? Too bad, my General, I can not obey. Moreover, luck is with me. That church will prevent its passage, General.
Shevchenko…
Braginsky…
Arlovskaya…
I can see you, General. You are claiming our presence. You've done all night and if I have better condition, I would have faced. You know I've been a rebel, but I no longer have that energy. Now, Ivan is head of house and Natasha is even more rebellious than I ever was.
I would like to fulfill her dream, whenever lucky ...
Can I ask something? Can I do it till it be accomplished?
I saw in the distance a church, Ivan entered it.
Is that at last the day came? ... Have I been heard (by God)?
I have come to rush the gate. And I see Ivan halfway to the altar, scared, watching Natasha twist and turn, babbling how much he has prayed for this moment.
Maybe ... I also ...
The young Ivan was caught between the two women he has had in his life.
- Сестра!*3
The violet-eyed blond man, Ivan, has turned to see who made noise when entering, smiling happy to see his older sister.
It is time that all return to the site belongs.
The woman has turned to close the door, noticing an unlocked padlock and chains hanging from the handle. Her brother does not understand what she does and decides to approach. When he takes her arm, she had already secured the entrance and turns to see her younger brother's eyes. Slowly, she is removing the big hand of Ivan from her delicate arm, then, she notes, curious, his scarf.
Everything seemed normal for the man: his older sister, like when they were kids, she settled his favorite outfit, until he began to feel the fabric tight around his neck.
It was surreal to see the smallest of the three, dancing among the banks of the sacred place, while at the door, Yekaterina hanged her beloved brother with scarf she gave him.
At last! At last! In heaven they accepted that you're mine. Mine!
- I love you, Ivan. But, you know I can not deny anything to her.
- Please ...
- And you cried, remember? "Only dead I accept you, Natasha" ... So you're DEAD with Natasha.
A final squeeze of the garment, with outstretched arms, and finally, Ivan fell to his knees in front of his older sister. Yekaterina hard dragged the corpse to the altar, ignoring the frantic dance of her deranged sister.
When she sees the body lying at her feet, she takes the scarf, placed it in her neck and before leaving the sacristy, she tells her sister: ". I leave a gift".
Sad was the end of Ivan ... His body lies cold in the arms of silver-haired little girl named Natasha, who looks at him as the most enamored bride at the altar, while his older sister, Yekaterina, walk among the crosses of cemetery behind the church, aimlessly and General Winter inspires them to sing a waltz, but not everyone: the Wedding March.
*1: Brother! Sister! Please respond.
*2: Brother.
*3: Sister!.
Original version, in Spanish: click here.
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