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Pleasure meeting you, Russia!this part takes place at the very beginning of Poland and Russia existing as countries
the story progresses the countries become older
Prolouge
In a quiet, lush green valley there could be heard a multitude of birds sweetly singing their morning song, and the poppies swaying their crimson petals in the delicate breeze. In the valley, meanwhile, sat a young girl with a quiet, yet not somber demeanor. She had a pair of rather dully colored eyes, though they had a mischievous and kind twinkle in them, and flowing golden hair that seemed to glow as the sunlight bounced off it. Her dress was light but kept her warm, and embroidered on it were wildflowers of the country. Her name was Zofia Wiśniewska - in a word, Poland.
As it happened at the very same time, somewhere in the North a young boy of the same age looked at the pristine, snowy landscape in front of him. He had striking iris blue eyes framed with frosty lashes, though they seemed to gaze ahead, sadly and wistfully. His hair was an almost a white blonde and he wore a thick winter coat, as well as a thick scarf embroidered with sunflowers. This young man was named Ivan Braginsky, or as many other countries would come to call him, Russia. Now he still looked on, dreaming of sunflower fields and color, instead of the everlasting grays and whites of Siberia. And so with that in mind, he started walking, with no particular destination.
Chapter 1
Russia - or Ivan trod a difficult, snowy path until he noticed the change in weather and landscape. He was certain it wasn't Russia any longer. Meanwhile, Zofia busied herself with watching over the citizens of her country silently. It was pleasant, to be a country, she thought. Nobody, unless they were a country themselves knew of your presence. It could get lonely, but solitude was something she mostly enjoyed.
Ivan saw Poland contemplating over her piece of land. He was slightly taken aback - he'd never even bothered to see another of his kind. He brushed over his coat with his hands nervously - after all, he was only a young country with no business to venture out. But the lack of company was slowly making him insane, and he cleared his throat.
Zofia spun around, surprised but then smiled kindly at the stranger. "Dzień dobry, kto ty?" she asked curiously, her naive and unexperienced self not showing any sign of fear. Ivan looked at her in confusion. He expected another country to be bothered, or even offended if he trespassed. He also didn't understand her language completely, but with them both being Slavic countries he could make out "Kto ty?". He quickly thought up an answer. "I am Russia...or Ivan Braginsky" he said somewhat hesitantly. Poland nodded and thought for a moment of what to call him. Not Russia - that would be careless. Not simply Ivan; she didn't know him well. Not Pan Braginsky, because who has ever heard of addressing a boy your age as "Pan"!? She paused once more before speaking and decided on no name for now at all. "...so, why are you here?" Zofia asked, realizing she hadn't thought that up before.
Ivan looked towards his Russia. "It's much colder there" he replied in his thick accent. And lonely...except for Ukraine. But she's my older sister, and treats me like a child. Poland nodded again, although she sensed something beneath that. "Rzeczywiście musi tak być" she responded, mainly to herself. Russia stared over the Polish lands. They were so much warmer and looked beautiful, and he felt a tiny twinge of jealousy. Zofia turned back to Ivan now. "Maybe we can meet some other countries, yes?" she smiled sweetly. She was enthusiastic herself.
Ivan nodded. "Да". He looked at his sunflower-patterned scarf which his older sister had made for him. Maybe, just maybe, he could get some of these lands. Then he'd plant all the sunflowers he'd like. "I will let other countries know, and if they are willing we could meet somewhere here." He turned away, about to head back, and then turned around again. "Quite a pleasure meeting you, Poland"
Poland took one of his big gloved hands and shook it. "And pleasure meeting you, Russia!"
We're arguing already!?Chapter 2
warning: this chapter includes mentions of weapons and intended violence
The other countries agreed to a meeting, though some were rather begrudging. They all sat in a simple circle on the ground and conversed. Poland started to get uncomfortable and irritated. "So, Poland, will you become Christian?" Czech asked for the third time now. Poland shook her head. "Nie" she replied firmly. Czech persisted. "Are you sure?" she still said sweetly. "Nie!" Poland snapped back. She was a pagan country, with no intent of changing her religion. Some of the others looked at her in shock or offense, including Russia. Ivan wasn't offended, but certainly taken aback. Zofia had been so kind to him, he just assumed she was like that under any circumstance. Czech - or Hedvika, gasped, and then felt a surge of anger wash over her. Her eyes narrowed. "Are you sure of that, Zofia?" she asked icily. Poland glared back. "Tak" she said coldly, though inside she was faltering. "I am leaving now". She stood up, but Prussia swiped out a sword. "You're not going anywhere, Poland" he hissed, his necklace of a black Cross glinting. Poland froze. Krzyżak...knight of the black Cross she thought. "Yes, I am" she retorted, and without a second thought mounted Prussia's horse, galloping off. The other countries watched in silence. Prussia was furious. "Blasted pagan countries! I hate her already! And she stole my horse!" he stabbed the ground where she was standing moments ago.
Zofia galloped back to her own country. I'm insane! Did I really just do that!? She thought to herself in a daze. Suddenly she heard horse hooves right behind her. Prussia! That fool! She thought in frustration to herself. "I'll take your lands Poland! Now you'll pay for disrespecting me and my religion!" he shouted.
Ah, so we really are arguing already...!
Do I believe her? Chapter 3
I'm sorry this chapter was so short 😔
I'm trying to write and keep up with school, but if you still enjoy I'd love to hear it <3
Many days had passed, and Prussia and Poland still fought on, sometimes even clashing with swords. Zofia wasn't as bad with a sword as she thought. But of course, the time came when she became weary, tired of always sleeping with one eye open, and even feared for her own country. She mulled the thought over and over in her head. Alright...I suppose I can become a Christian country. It's not like I truly need to believe in it anyway. She thought begrudgingly.
The very next day, Poland waited, mounted on Prussia's horse which she still had in her possession. But this time, instead of her furious expression she looked more frail and resignful, holding up a large white cloth in one hand which fluttered in the breeze—a sign of surrender.
Prussia halted, staring at Poland. He sheathed his sword and dismounted, and Poland did the same. They walked over to each other, Prussia staring at Poland and Poland glaring at him. "I'll become Christian, if that's what it takes for you to keep out of my land." she snapped. Prussia nodded slowly. "I see" he said. "The other countries should know too." Poland's glare sharpened. "As you wish. Now get out of here." she handed him the reins of his horse and turned around, walking off.
Prussia's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he watched the country go off. This is very doubtful... he thought to himself privately.
I like ittttt very goodis this period supposed to be during the reign of Mieszko I?
Damon wrote: "I like ittttt very goodis this period supposed to be during the reign of Mieszko I?"
hehe looks like someone is looking into Polish history now
Why so sharp-tongued?Chapter 4
I'm sorry if this chapter is poorly written - Polish school and regular school takes up much time! I will edit it later too! <3
Poland sat in complete resignation at the next world meeting. Prussia had made her announce her religious conversion herself. She shot him a burning glare before she started. "On account of Prussia", her voice dripped with hate as she said his name - "attacking me, I have decided to convert to Christianity" her cold gaze swept around the nations. Czech didn't look as smug as Poland thought she'd be. Prussia stood up proudly with a Bible in his hands. "You're very wise, Poland." he replied, his voice full of satisfaction. "I have a gift for you. I expect you will want to learn more about your new religion, yes?" Poland looked at him, her gaze steely. That kind and playful twinkle that she had before was completely gone. What a stuck up fool! And he dares to threaten me further? she tried not to lose her temper. "Certainly" it took her some time to force the words out of her mouth. Hedvika truly did look happy for Poland, and she smiled at her. Zofia's eyes slightly widened, but couldn't get herself to smile.
Prussia continued talking. "Due to our conflicts I believe I have not introduced myself properly to you. I am Gilbert Beilschmidt, and this is Gilbird." he pointed at a little bird on his shoulder. Zofia gave Gilbert an uninterested expression. How could he even dare to pretend everything was alright between them now?
"He's very nice - Gilbird I mean. Unlike you". She laughed inwardly. Served him right. Gilbert looked at Zofia with an unamused reaction. Rather sharp tongued...
Poland folded her arms over her chest and fought back a smirk.
Russia covered his mouth, refraining from laughing. I see, she still hasn't lost her spirit! A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though in the back of his mind a much more serious thought was nagging him...
Lavendermist ❀༉‧ wrote: "Damon wrote: "I like ittttt very goodis this period supposed to be during the reign of Mieszko I?"
hehe looks like someone is looking into Polish history now"
hehe yup
you got me hooked D:<
Damon wrote: "Lavendermist ❀༉‧ wrote: "Damon wrote: "I like ittttt very goodis this period supposed to be during the reign of Mieszko I?"
hehe looks like someone is looking into Polish history now"
hehe yup
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hehe now that essays are over I can finally write more
𝓑𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭:
- Certain things are not accurate to Hetalia as I'm using headcanons and making this more Catholic friendly
- When completed, this book will deal with themes of betrayal, manipulation, death, etc.
- You may comment your thoughts to my PMs, but not on here (unless you're Damon XD)
- In this story, I am using my headcanon Poland, not the one accurate to the original Hetalia. She is female here and has a different personality.
- I'm not focusing on all the countries here
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