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Strela Amura	By : CenozurasKnight Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and I do not profit from the writing of this story

Chapter List
- 1-Strela Amura
- 2-Fate's Matchmaker
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Victoria Lorinaitis anxiously ran her slender fingers along the back of her neck, lightly tracing one of the many red lines that disappeared beneath her collar. Even with make-up, her scars were still visible and the pearl necklace she borrowed to wear for the evening only seemed to draw more attention to their presence. Anyone she danced with was sure to notice them. How could they not? Their bodies would be so close; the moment his hand found her back, he would feel those disfiguring marks beneath her dress.

Tori sighed deeply, shifting her gaze from the mirror atop her dressing table. She was being silly again, worrying about such things. She was only attending a party, not visiting the village matchmaker! What lie beneath her dress really had little bearing on how she would spend her evening. Tori would dance and then return home, end of story. Of course, her best friend, Felicyta, disagreed. Her Polish roommate had done a very good job of convincing her that some fellow at the dance hall would be interested in her simply because she was so pretty and sweet.

The prospect of meeting someone both excited and terrified the young Lithuanian woman. Tori was embarrassed to admit that she was still rather inexperienced with the opposite sex. She’d spent most of the war working in a factory, toiling long hours beside other women with few chances to pursue a proper love life. Thoughts about going steady and socializing with boys easily faded from her list of priorities and were replaced with more pressing concerns about the daily survival of her family.

Felicyta did her best to persuade the Lithuanian girl to break with her boring routine. Normally, Tori excused herself by explaining that she was too busy working or tending to her sisters to spend time going out, but now that she had remained behind in the city to earn a wage, the brunette was suddenly freed from her previous obligations. She was now living apart from her family for the first time although she continued to support them financially. Felicyta assured her that this was a secret blessing. Tori was in serious need of some ‘me’ time and as her BFF, Felicyta pledged that she would do all she could to help her.

As the wall clock struck the hour, Tori buttoned the long wool coat over her dress and headed to the window that overlooked the street. There still was no sign of Felicyta or the motor car she promised she was borrowing from Dr. Väinämöinen, only the freshly falling snow as it landed on her windowsill. Tori closed the curtain and started to pace. Where was Felicyta? They were going to be late. She hoped nothing bad had happened. The distance between their apartment and the veterinarian’s office was short but the streets were still icy and some were still impassable. Tori startled when she finally heard the sound of a car stopping out front. A surge of relief washed over her as she checked again from the window and recognized Felicyta’s green coat amidst the field of white below her. Felicyta stared up at her from the street with a smile and waved.

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The dancehall was filled with handsome young soldiers and beautiful woman, of which neither Felicyta nor Tori could really compare with. “What a fuckin’ waste this place is,” Felicyta complained after rejecting her fourth dance request of the evening. It wasn’t that Felicyta couldn’t dance; no, it was that she wouldn’t. Every man who approached her wasn’t good enough to enjoy her fabulous company. Either they were seriously below her high standards or they were Russian, and an automatic no in her book.

Tori hadn’t danced yet either. She really hadn’t asked anyone, nor had anyone asked her, or maybe someone had but she kinda missed it because she kept shifting her gaze towards the parquet floor the moment any man tried to make eye contact with her. The entire situation of finding a decent dance partner made the brunette very uncomfortable and she couldn’t help feeling increasingly nervous whenever some young man stopped by their table to flirt. Sadly, it became very apparent to both women that neither of them were going to be dancing or going home with a man that night.

“Let’s just like…leave,” Felicyta said as she sipped at her cocktail, “This place sucks.”

“B-but, we’ve only been here for an hour.” Tori became distressed, this night was becoming a bust quickly.

“The men here aren’t worth our time. We deserve like a million times better than these stupid guys. Do you even see anyone you’d dance with, anyway?” the blonde asked.

Tori gave a quick glance around the room, “They’re all pretty handsome.”

Felicyta frowned, “Well, whatever. Just, like, pick a guy out and give him a wave.”

Tori took a deep breath and turned her attention to a good-looking blonde man sitting by himself at the bar. Shyly, she put up her hand and waved to catch his attention. The man noticed her and flashed her a big smile as he got up from his stool. Immediately, Tori started to feel noxious as he made his way through the dancing couples towards them. Ah, This is a mistake, the brunette quickly realized as horde of nervous butterflies surged within her. Her face began to feel flush and the pit of her stomach ached as a chill ran down her spine.

Oh dear god, what was she doing here trying to meet a man? She didn’t know anything about this guy coming towards her. So what was she supposed to do when he finally got to their table? Meet, drink and have sex with him afterwards? The thought made her physically sick and Tori found herself running from her seat into the bathroom.

After dry heaving into the sink, Tori ran the tap and splashed cool water on her face. She didn’t care if the other women looked at her strangely. She felt more embarrassed that she dressed up and expected something important to happen. “Hey Tor, you OK?”

Tori looked sheepishly towards her friend standing in the doorway, “I’m sorry Felicyta.”

“Don’t be, let’s just go. Most of the men here are Russians anyway so they’ll just turn out to be drunks.” Felicyta said.

Tori frowned and slowly nodded in agreement. The two women headed towards the exit. Felictya continued talking and even suggested going out to eat to make up for their bad experience at the party. Tori pushed the dancehall’s door open. With a heavy thud both she and Feliyta watched in horror as a soldier with a cane was hit with the door. Losing his balance from the sudden impact, the man fell back down the cement steps and landed in the snow.

“Oh God,” Tori cried as she ran down the steps to the man’s aid, “Are you alright?”

“Nyet,” Ivan replied as he sat up and looked up at her, “I broke my vodka bottle.”

To be continued~!!

A/N: Prepare yourself for some Fem! Liet x Russia interaction in the next chapter. If you enjoy reading this then please take some time to leave a review. Your feedback makes me very happy!

P.S. Special thanks to my beta~! I adore you!!
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