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Shattered Sunflower Memories (Chapter 3)
"Where is my album?!"
Natalya remained quiet. Yekaterina shushed me, but I was too furious. What did Natalya do to it?! I feel my teeth grit and my breathing became fast and hard, like an angry dragon.
"Natalya. I'll ask you again. Where. Is. My. Album."
I heard a click from the door and my head snaps to see (name) step in with the album under her arms. Oh... No, no, this can't be... I flash my little sister a glare, but she doesn't react. I walk quickly towards (name), reaching my hand out to the album, but just when I was going to get my hands on it, (name) put it behind her back. I stare into her eyes, reflecting nothing. Did she regain her memories...? She sighs.
"Unfortunately, I am still 'Aleksandra'. Now tell me, Ivan—"
I cut her off by slamming my hand on the door, making (name) flinch. I kept gazing into her eyes that seeked for answe
You hadn’t abandoned him, despite the disapproval that came when one dated a Enforcer.
Instead, you made daily visits to his residence inside the MWPSB building, often bringing food for him and his colleagues, along with a magazine or two.
You always brought him anything he wanted, regardless of how hard or easy it was to find it.
You spent nearly all your time with him, that eventually, it had been nearly seven years since you first started dating.
From his rise to an Inspector to his fall as an Enforcer, you had stood beside him.
You begged him to take treatment after he found Sasayama’s dismembered body, and even though he refused, you were still there.
You were the one who hugged him and comforted him about his friend.
You were the one to squeeze his hand when he had to become an Enforcer.
You took extra precautions to refrain from mentioning Sasayama, and occasionally helped him with stealing a file or two.
The consequences of the thievery you committed for him were so great, that he eventually asked you to stop, out of fear that you would wind up in jail, and become an Enforcer like him.
He couldn’t handle that, even if you could.
The danger he was constantly in had caused him to wind up in the hospital, and he knew you well enough that you would be a daily visitor if you ever became intertwined with the life of an Enforcer.
Ginoza, knowing how much Kogami would have hated himself if you joined the MWPSB to help him with the case, had managed to dissuade you every time, despite the fact that you would have been closer to your fiancé, and you could have protected him from anything.
He had proposed to you, back at his peak as an Inspector.
You had been more than happy to accept, and the approvals you received were almost heart-warming.
The wedding had been scheduled for the months following the case.
Only for them to be cancelled, the dress you had been debating on left alone, the plans abandoned like the flowers you had chosen.
God, he never forgave himself for that. Because of him, you hadn’t gotten married.
And no matter how many times he had begged for you to leave him, and to find someone that could make you happier, your answer every time was what silenced him.
“Don’t be silly Kogami, you’re the one who makes me the happiest person in the world.”
Whenever you said something sweet like that, his heart would play out like a staccatissimo, before reality hit him again, before the beating organ inside him clenched.
God fucking damn, he really was lucky to have you.
You could be out there, married to a rich-ass man and yet, here you were, still engaged after six years to an Enforcer, a dog.
“Are Enforcers allowed to marry?”
“Marry? I don’t know.”
“I see. I’ll ask Ginoza then.”
Even though so many years had gone by, your engagement with him had never left his mind.
You still wore the ring, and when people asked, you told them you were engaged.
But for the sake of your safety, he only wore his ring around his neck, and not on his finger.
And when pursuing Makishima became more and more dangerous, he slowly began to lose his time with you.
Days and nights were spent in the field, and you would leave his residence after eight, if he wasn’t at home by then.
And with time, it slowly turned permanent.
Sibyl had become his enemy, and he knew that the Ministry of Welfare would only use you against him.
He was forced to flee, to run from the law he had once promised to uphold.
But only after he saw you one last time.
When you received it, he had been watching you, from a pair of binoculars in the building across from your apartment.
‘I’m sorry [First].
Everything has to come to an end, and that includes us.’
Watching your reaction had been one of the most agonizing things in his life. Your tears that fell, the letter that slipped from the hands, which had held him time after time…it was his fault.
Six years of your life with him had come crashing down.
He knew it was selfish of him to end it as he pleased, especially after everything you had done for him.
But not long after, you were given perhaps the most harrowing present of your life.
Or perhaps it had been a gift from God.
You’d never know.
“Hello?” You asked, curled up on your sofa as you sat in the blissful silence. It was an unknown caller, caution in your voice as you spoke.
“Hey [First]…it’s been a while…hasn’t it?” A familiar voice murmured. Your grip loosened, and the phone slid from your hand, hit a pillow and landed with a ‘thunk’ onto the rug.
“[First]? [First], hey, hello?!”
You picked it up, taking in a deep breath before pressing it against your ear again.
“Well, then again it hasn’t really been a while…” The voice on the other hand murmured. It was like music to your ears, but it was also the trigger to another dam of emotions.
“Hey…I’m just calling to check you’re okay. Don’t worry, I’m calling in a way so that you don’t get wiretapped, and caught.”
“Where are you? Are you okay?”
Your worry, it was so familiar to him…
“What do you mean so I don’t get caught?” You continued, voice trembling with worry.
Despite what he had said, you still cared for him. How typical of you and your emotions.
“I’m fine, don’t worry. I’m in a safe place…at least for the moment. Listen [First], I killed someone that Sibyl refused to kill. And…I can’t come back because of that.”
“It was fake. Hey, I still love you. I’ll be treading on thin ice from now on, but I’ll be moving to a safe place for the long run soon. And because of that, it’ll be dangerous, where I’m going.”
“You..you’ll keep safe, right? You’ll come back someday right? I-I can come to you and-“
“No, I’m only calling to let you know I’ll be okay, and that if anything ever happened, or I got caught, it wouldn’t be such a shock to you. I told Tsunemori, and she’ll let you know if anything about me ever came up, or if my corpse comes around.”
“No buts [First]. I love you, and I’m saf-I will be safe. So I want you to-“
“I’m not moving on. I’ll wait for you.”
“I’ll see you someday, alright? Maybe not in this world, but I’ll definitely find you. I-”
“I love you too.”
And with that, he had hung up.
Ah, I wrote this so long ago... So basically your character is a college student who is obsessed with hetalia! I'm working on the endings now! It might take awhile... But I'm writing the next part where the character picks who she wishes for. Sil-chan is writing the third part which will be lemons.. S-So watch us to keep up with the story and it's updates! We might even add 2ps! to the list or any other requests. Thank you~! We also do not own the pictures!
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“Alright, you don’t have a very busy day but Mr. France is requesting snowboarding lessons so I want you to teach him for an hour.” My boss said. “Just make sure he doesn’t fall or die. He’s a country.” I nodded.
“I don’t let any of my students fall, kid or country.” I smiled and threw on my light red ski team coat. I had my black snowpants on and red boots. I walked out the door and grabbed my snowboard. The hill was being rented out by the countries who were on meetings for the holidays but they wanted to have a little fun.
“Bonjour, mon amour~” I heard someone say. I turned to see a blonde male with blue eyes. He held out a rose for me.
“Bonjour, Monsieur France. Comment ça va?” I asked.
“Trés bien, merci. Et toi?”
“Assez bien, merci.” I held the rose in my fingers. “I’m going to go inside to put this in a vase, I wouldn’t want it crushed.” I said. When I came back out France was trying to put on his snowboarding boots but was failing. “Here, let me help.” I said. I leaned down and tied his boots. I clipped on to his board and fastened one foot into his French flagged board. I strapped one foot into mine and we scooted over to the lift as I held him up so he wouldn’t fall.
“Merci! I never caught your name.” He said as we got on the lift.
“I’m (y/n), your instructor. And you are Mr. France.” He held up a hand with a smile.
“Please, call me Francis.” I smiled.
“Alright, Francis. Now, when we get to the top I want you to put this foot,” I pointed to the one attached to the board, “first. I’ll hold your hips so you don’t fall, since I’m goofy footed.” I said. He nodded and we talked until the top came. I signaled for the liftmaster, as I called him, to slow down and he did. I helped Francis off the lift. “Good job! That’s one of the hardest things to learn!” I applauded and he smiled.
“What does goofy footed mean, mon cheri?” He asked.
“See, your right foot is your strong foot so that is why you have your right attached to the board as of right now. I, on the other hand, have my left foot hooked in, since my left foot is strongest first. Though, I am (right handed/left handed/ambidextrous).” I smiled and so did he. I demonstrated how to put the other foot into the board and he did the same. “Good. Okay, take it slow at first. To slow down lean against the mountain while turning.” I said. He did as he was told but fell. I was right behind him.
“This is impossible!” I giggled.
“That’s what I said on my first try. But every expert was once a beginner. I know a lot of good kids who’ve cried after a year of snowboarding because it was difficult but now they are shredding the half pipes.” I smiled and he wiped his nose.
“I guess I could try again… with your help.” He said trying to stand up. I helped him and boarded so he wasn’t facing the bottom of the mountain but me.
“Put your hands here.” I said moving his hands to my hips.
“Ohonhonhon~ I didn’t know snowboarding had these perks~” He laughed and I blushed.
“Ahem… well…” I put my hands on his hips and scooted so that we moved slowly at an angle. “Its to help you balance-”
“YOU BLOODY FROG! GET AWAY FROM HER!” We heard. I jerked my head causing France to stumble and me fall on top of him. A blonde man with green eyes was holding a leash as it seemed that was connected to another blonde male who had blue eyes and a cowlick. “Are you alright poppet?” He said helping me up.
“I’m fine but please don’t distract me while I’m teaching.” I said politely.
“I was trying to protect you.” He said angrily.
“There is nothing dangerous around here for you to protect me.” I said back. “Now, if you'll excuse me I need to help Mr. Francis snowboard and it seems your… child? is getting impatient.” I said as I watched the blonde, blue eyed man tried to take off the restraints the Brit had him in.
“I’m sorry, love. I’m Arthur or England if you prefer. This git, is America though he is called Alfred.” I nodded and smiled. America freed himself and skied down the mountain at a frightening pace. “HEY GET BACK HERE YOU BLOODY WANKER!” England said chasing him.
“FREEDOM!!! CATCH ME IF YOU CAN IGGY!!!” He laughed. I turned my attention back to France.
“Here.” I helped him up and we got to the bottom of the mountain. We boarded the lift which two other males accompanied us.
“Herro, I am Japan, Kiku.” The black haired one said. I smiled.
“I am China, aru. But you may call me Yao.” The male with his brown hair in a ponytail said. We got off and I let France try to get off on his own. He fell but didn’t complain this time. I let him go down the mountain at his own pace and he did surprisingly well. At the end of the hour he was snowboarding very well.
“Alright, well, I’m off for the rest of the day so I’ll see you later.” I said going into the lodge. I bumped into a man who looked like France and a strawberry blonde next to him. “Oh, sorry.” I said. The strawberry blonde looked at me and smiled.
“No problem poppet!” He cheered happily. He had baby blue eyes with hints of pink. His comrade had dark blue eyes. The cheery Brit shook my hand. “I’m Oliver and this is Francois. See you later! I hear Matthieu calling for us.” He said rushing off to a blonde in a red coat and his hair was in a ponytail, his eyes were hid behind blackened shades.
“Hello, dollface.” I turned to see a brunette with red eyes. I smiled.
“Hello, I’m (y/n).” I replied.
“Al get your ass over here!”
“I’ll see you later, doll face.~” He cooed before walking over to the others. I shrugged and walked off.
“(Y/N)!” My boss yelled. I went back to him.
“You have a group to teach.” He said calmly.
“How many?” I asked.
“Five, they’re waiting outside. It Mr. Germany, Mr. Prussia, Mr. North and Mr. South Italy, and Mr. Spain.” He shooed me outside. I was hugged by one of the brunette ones and then by the albino one.
“I’m Feliciano! Or Italy! This is mia fratello, Romano but you can call him Lovino. This is Germany but I call him Ludwig! And this is Antonio, Spain. This is-”
“I AM ZHE AWESOME PRUSSIA!” The albino declared. “But for a pretty frau you can call me Gilbert und zhis is zhe awesome Gilbird.” He said presenting a small yellow bird. I smiled.
“Its nice to meet all of you. Who has done this before?” Ludwig, Spain, and Italy raised their hands. “Alright, Gilbert and Lovino, you’re on the lift with me.” I explained the basics and helped them. At one point Romano fell onto Antonio which caused me to fall onto Prussia and Germany fell onto Feliciano.
“Well, hello~ frau.”
“W-would you like some help, eh?” I looked up to see a blonde with purple eyes, next to him was two males, one had deep blue eyes, blonde hair and a floating curl. The other had white hair and purple eyes.
“Oh… sure…” The blonde helped me up while the other two help everyone else. “Thank you.”
“Its no problem… I’m Canada, Matthew.” He said. “That’s Norway and Iceland or Lukas and Emil.” He explained.
“Well, I hope to see you later.” I said.
“LUKAS, WHO IS THAT?! YOUR GIRLFRIEND?” A loud blonde with spikey hair and blue eyes yelled snowboarding over to us. A tall blonde with dark blue eyes with glasses accompanied him with a light blonde hair and brown eyes.
“No.” Norway replied.
“I’m Finland, Tino and this is Sweden or Berwald.” The brown eyed one said hugging me.
“I’m Denmark…” The spiky haired one said bringing my face close to his. “Or Matthias.” He laughed and snowboarded away.“Alright, guys lets get going.” I said and we all went down the mountain. After some help and many swears from Romano the lessons were over. When I walked back into the lodge I saw…
His eyes trailed up, tracing the curvature of your legs. Silky stockings reaching under your skirt, hiding their lace edges. Your skirt was riding delicately up your thigh, leaving Roy to openly drool.
You were oblivious to his hungry eyes, chatting away on the phone. Your provocative seat on the edge of your work desk was unintentional, a simple action to alleviate your sore high-heeled feet. Your dark lips formed unintelligible words, laughing occasionally on something said on the other end.
Roy was, for once, desperately trying to work. A thick manilla folder of documents still needed to be checked over, and crumpled handfuls of forms swamped his in-box. He couldn't even raise his ink pen, frozen with his hand perched half-way to the paper.
Your eyes flickered over to him, puzzled at his gaping features. You glanced down, then giving a soft giggle. You modestly adjusted your skirt to its normal length.
"Like what you see, sir?" You joked playfully, covering the mouth piece of the phone with your hand.
His milky white skin turned ruddy, clumsily dropping the pen. It clattered against the ink well, toppling the ivory piece over. Ink splattered over an employee review form, staining his navy jacket with speckles of black.
Maybe having mini-skirts was a horrible idea. Seeing you in a normal one was sending him helter skelter, heaven knew what even less fabric would do to the colonel. You finished the conversation with a lengthy goodbye, finally hanging the phone up on it's oak receiver.
"Sorry for the mess, sir." You winced a little, watching the ravenette smear ink on his pristine gloves.
"Not your fault, Ms. (l/n). My hands weren't as good as I've bragged." He winked in return, trying weakly to return your flirtation.
His secretary was in no way a bad employee. She easily made friends with his comrades, turned her work in on time, and was well versed in alchemy and it's practices. You couldn't ask for more. But Roy did.
He was itching to make you his girl, at all costs. It should have been pretty easy. Flirt, wait for the swoon and just catch you. The Flame Alchemists bloated ego was slowly draining, as it usually did when it took too long. You'd been working at Central for two months now. It was official 'too long'.
"Colonel, I'm going to run these notices down to Lieutenant Hawkeye and head home. Do you need anything before I go?"
"I've told you, call me Roy." He regained his composure, his dark eyes gaining a mischievous light. "You know, you look good in lace, but I think of something better on you."
It was your turn to falter. It was hard working here some days. To look up and see those dark eyes meet yours. He would smile at you, look back down and continue to write. Meanwhile, you were left to melt in your chair. It just wasn't fair. Not only was your Boss muscular and roguishly handsome, he was sweet and protective. Not to mention fairly funny, when he wanted to be. When he flirts, you appreciated the hell out of it, but was there anything more to the Alchemist than just a one night stand?
"Colonel, please." You gathered your bag off the chair back. "I've said it before, I don't like sleazy come-ons."
Roy huffed. He wasn't sleazy. He was suave. He offered a charming grin, folding his hands under his chin as he leaned on his desk. They both knew they were into each other. Most of the staff did, too. It was only a matter of time, romance, and courage.
"What's it gonna take for you to come home with me, instead?"
"Mm, dinner at the little restaurant on Main street?" You shrugged, putting on your coat. "Friday. Pick me up in your car, bring flowers, look nice. You're paying. I recommend up to two compliments per hour, no less than one. Tell cute stories, don't complain about Fullmetal, and I will allow one kiss at the end of the night."
He paused, mulling over the conditions.
"And then we can...."
"That will be after date three. A girl has to have standards." You walked back over, planting a kiss on the militants red cheek. "See you Friday, Roy~"
"Veh! I-its so cold out!" Italy shivered as the two of you walked down the snowy path, light white flakes landing softly around the two of you. "Come on Italy, its not that bad." "Bella, you're crazy" You smiled and rolled your eyes and the frozen Italian as you walked onwards. It was pretty understandable why Italy wasn't a big fan of the white stuff. Being a Mediterranean country, he was used to more of the warmer climates, so this wasn't his type of weather per say. You however, adored the snow. You're country was nothing but rain. You hardly ever got snow and when you did, it was only a ¼ inch and lasted for a half an hour so you loved being in Germany in the winter, even if you were out for training. Thankfully you were dressed properly, wearing a black thermal jogging outfit. Italy on the other hand, was dress in his usually training uniform. Not his brightest move but hey, this was Italy after all. Soon the two of you came to a clearing, finding Germany and Japan waiting. "Zere you are. Now ve can begin."
"Germany, w-why do we have to tr-train in the snow?"
"Because, we need to be prepared to fight in any weather conditions, especially since Russia is in this war."
Germany shot Italy a warning glare. Italy got the hint and kept his mouth shut. "Alright zen, lets start vith 3 lapz. Go!" And with that, the four of you took off. Italy was lost behind almost instantly, Japan was keeping a good pace but was still behind and you and Germany were in front of the group. "Hey, ______" you turn to the Germany towering over you as you ran. "You seemed to be the only one not complaining about training in ze snow. Vhy is zat?" You gave a slight shrug. "Well, I never really get to see good snow like this. [Insert Country name here] is either really cold like Canada or rainy like England." I s-" "England?!?! AHHHH!" Before you could even turn around, Italy bolted past you, knocking you backwards into the snow. "Italy! You dummkof!" Germany shouted at the snow cloud that Italy had left behind before turning to you. "______ are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine" you said sitting up before pausing. Germany reached down to help you up. "Wait!" He stopped as he watched you lay back to and move your arms and legs up and down. He stared at you confused until you sat back up and took his hand. "Zat vere you doing?" He finally asked. You turned to the spot and smiled a bit. "It's a snow angel!" He looked as well and saw the shape of where you landed and how your arms resembled that of wings. "I know its kind of dumb and childish but, I've never gotten the chance to make one. I just thought it would be fun to make at least one you know?" He looked at you as you smiled, your bight (e/c) shinning bright. "J-ja" Now it could have been because of the cold air but you could have sworn you saw his cheeks turn a light red. "Well, we should probably get back to running huh?" you said as you began to jog a little ahead. Germany quickly snapped out of his daze. "Uh -ahem- j-ja right." he stammered before joining you.
After a long day of training, you finally had some free time to play in the snow. You got a hold of a long sled you, Japan, and Italy (after getting him some proper snow clothes) decided to make a toboggan train. "Hey Germany, want to ride with us?"
"Nien, you go on with out me"
"Aww please Germany?" you and Italy shot him your best puppy eyes. Germany felt his face warm, seeing as you looked way to cute, and gave a sigh in defeat. "Alright alright, I'll join you" The four of you sat on the sled, Japan in front, Italy next, then you, and Germany in the back. "Ready, set, GO!" The sled was pushed forward and you were off. Though not for long, and the large amount of weight cause the sled to shift to the side and tip over. The four of you were sent tumbling over, Germany ending up on top of you. He slowly got up, now kneeing over you and pinning you to the ground. Realizing this, his face took the shade of Spain's famous tomatoes. "Ah! Uh, _____ I-I'm sorry1" you gave a simple giggle and looked up at him. "Don't worry, I'm fine, the snow broke the fall." He looked back at you and found himself staring. He just couldn't look away, you looked so beautiful. Your (h/c) hair was sprawled out, lightly covered in snowflakes, your cheeks rosy, your lips a soft pink. You began to sit up but Germany gently pushed you back down. "Just vait" he said, you looked at him slight confused and flustered as you noticed his face moving slightly closer to yours. "Its just, I've always wanted to see a real snow angel." Your lips met and that cold day seemed a little bit warmer.