Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Dec 15, 2011 2:03:53 GMT -5
Disclaimer!I don't own Hetalia or Alice in Wonderland. I only own my oc's, Claude and Angelica.
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Angelica Vargas was having that dream again. Her “falling dream”, with images floating around her, like memories just out of reach. Images of an odd landscape, strange misshapen people, an Asian man half-hidden by a smoky mist, the smile of a man in a top hat, and the silhouette of a man shouting something filled her head.
“Angelica?” the voice of her brother pulled the girl out of her dream and back into reality. Pulled her back to 1865, where she was sitting in the back of a carriage with him and his wife. “Are you alright?” He asked.
“Lovino…” Angel looked at the man who could have been her twin, if it wasn’t for the age difference and the curls which went opposite ways. She wanted to confide in her older brother the same way she had with Feliciano. But it wouldn’t be the same. She wasn’t as close to Lovino as she had been to Feliciano.
A hand was placed on her knee, and she turned towards Lovino’s wife, Isabel. “Mi querido (1), I know it’s difficult, but please try to smile. Just for this afternoon.” She gave Angelica a hopeful look, causing the younger woman to look down.
“I’ll try.” she mumbled. “I’ll try.”
The grounds of the Kirkland estate were beautiful. At least, they were to Angelica. It was vast, with many statues, topiaries, fountains, and rose gardens. By the time the three had arrived, the party was already well underway, with everyone dressed in their summer best.
Angelica stood with Lovino and Isabel at the entrance, putting on a weak smile as the hosts, Lord Arthur Kirkland and his wife Francine Kirkland approached. Angelica always found it odd that the two married. After all, Arthur was a perfect English gentleman, while Francine was quite the Frenchwoman. But, none the less, they were.
“There you are mes chers. We were waiting for you!” Francine said, smiling. She gave off an air of arrogance that could only come with being nobility. Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into a French twist, and her dress was of a beautiful design. Her husband also looked noble, but had a much kinder aura.
“Lord and Lady Kirkland.” Isabel said, smiling back.
“Isabel. Angelica dear.” the Frenchwoman’s smile turned to the youngest of them. “You’re looking wonderful as ever. Now, Claude has been waiting to dance with you.” Isabel gave Angelica a gentle nudge. With a sigh, the young woman left to join the others on the dance floor.
“She’s not doing well, is she?” Arthur said with a sad look on his face.
“No, she isn’t. She was very close to our fratello.” Lovino stated, keeping an eye on Angelica.
“The poor dear.” Francine said, also looking upset. “I do hope it’s not too long before she’s herself again.”
“I’m sure this afternoon will lift her spirits immeasurably.” Lovino answered. Isabel patted his hand. “I’m certain of it mi amor.” she told him, smiling.
On the dance floor, Angelica found herself dancing with Claude. He reminded Angelica more of his mother then his father, with the same aristocratic arrogance about him. His appearance too seem to be taken from his mother, as they had the same color hair and eyes, although his built was more like his father’s. But, never the less, dancing had her smiling more genuinely.
“Claude, have you ever wondered what it would be like to fly?” She asked, looking up at a flock of geese flying overhead.
He scoffed in reply. “I don’t waste my time wondering about impossible things.” he told her.
“Well, my fratello said,” she caught herself. “Used to say believing in the impossible is the only way to make it possible.”
“Did he now?”
“Si. He said he sometimes believed in six impossible things before breakfast.” She laughed at the memory. He brother had told her that long ago, when the two of them were younger.
“Angelica, I need to speak with you in private. Meet me at dusk under the gazebo.” He said to her as the dance ended.
“Dusk?”
“Exactly. See you then.” He said before leaving her confused.
“But…when is dusk….exactly?” she wondered as giggles erupted from behind her. She turned to see two girls standing behind her, and sighed. Of course those two were here.
“Angel!” Amelia Williams, the daughter of an American businessman, said while smiling at the Italian girl. She was arm in arm with her step-sister, a Canadian girl named Madeline.
“We have a secret to tell you~.” Madeline said, also smiling.
“If you tell me then it’s not much of a secret.” Angel pointed out.
Madeline frowned, and looked at Amelia. “Perhaps we shouldn’t.”
Amelia rolled her eyes. “Of course we should.”
“If we tell her she won’t be surprised.”
“Tell me what?” Angelica asked, now somewhat annoyed.
“Will you be surprised?” Amelia asked, flicking her short blond hair over her shoulder as best she could.
“Not if you tell me.” was the reply.
“Then we shouldn’t.” Madeline told her sister.
“But now you’ve brought it up so you have to.”
“No, we don’t.” Amelia said with a huff.
Angelica’s eyes narrowed. “I wonder if your mother knows you two swim naked in Havershim’s pond.”
That got Amelia’s attention. “You wouldn’t!”
“Oh, but I would.” Angel said, smirking.
“Well, you didn’t hear it from us. But Lady Kirkland told Ms. Honda, who told Lady Braginski,” Amelia cut off her sister. “That’s not how it went! Lady Kirkland told Lady Braginski who told Ms. Honda…”
Angelica sighed and turned around. “I’m going to find your mother.” Madeline grabbed her hand.
“Angel. Claude Kirkland.” the Canadian girl glanced over to her sister.
“Is going to ask for your hand!” Amelia finished. The sisters squealed and giggled. Angelica stood there stunned. She looked at the two girls in shock before noticing someone.
“I have to go talk to someone.” she said hastily, rushing off to the woman she had seen. “Elizaveta!” she called out. The older woman turned around and frowned.
“Who told you?” She asked as Angel stood in front of her.
“The Williams.” Angel answered.
Elizaveta huffed. “Now they’ll have to be strangled. The surprise is ruined!” she sighed. “And everyone went through so much effort to keep the secret.”
Angel looked around at the other guests. “Does everyone know?”
“Why of course! It’s why they’ve all come! This is your engagement party.” the brunette girl replied.
“Today? But how does he know I’ll accept?” Angelica asked aloud, a small frown on her face. Elizaveta laughed, thinking the young girl was joking. “I’m serious Elizaveta! I don’t know if I want to marry him.”
The older of the two looked at her in shock. “Are you mad? Look around you.”
Angelica did just that. “But I wouldn’t be marring his house. I’d be marring Claude.” She looked at the man in question. True, he was handsome, but she wasn’t attracted to him. Something about him turned the Italian girl off.
“Do you have someone else in mind?”
“Not at the moment.”
“Well, then you won’t do better than a Lord. And you can’t wait to much longer.” She brought a hand up to cup Angelica’s face. “You’re almost twenty Angel. That pretty face won’t last forever. You don’t want to end up like Natalia, now do you?” The two looked over to the side, where a platinum blond woman was sitting, mumbling to herself. “Such an embarrassment. And now that Feliciano is gone, you can’t depend on Lovino and Isabel to support you. You don’t want to be a burden, do you?”
Angelica looked down, feeling both guilty and insecure. “Of course not.”
Elizaveta smiled. “So you will marry Claude. You will be as happy as I am with Roderich and your life will be perfect. It’s already decided.”
At that moment, Francine chose to appear. She entwined her arm around Angelica’s. “Come now mon cher. Take a walk in the rose garden with me.” Angelica looked at Elizaveta, who nodded, encouraging her to go.
“You’re such a lovely girl Angelica. You’re certain to have gorgeous children. Do you know what I’ve always dreaded?” Francine looked at Angelica. The two had been walking in silence for the past few minutes, and the young girl’s mind had started wonder. But the question brought her back to reality.
“What’s that?”
“Ugly grandchildren. But with you that’s not a possibility.” She smiled at the Italian. “Now, Claude tells me you have quite the imagination.”
Angelica nodded. “Our grandfather encouraged us to-“
“Incompetence!” Francine shouted, cutting the other off. “The gardeners planted white roses when I specifically asked for red!”
Angelica looked down the path. Indeed, there were white roses up ahead. “I like white roses.”
“You couldn’t possibly. They’re too bland.” The Frenchwoman said with a huff, leading them onto a winding path up a hill.
“Now, as lady of the household it often falls to me to make difficult decisions, even to be ruthless.” Francine once again focused her attention on Angelica. “Do you think you could be ruthless if you had to be?”
“I doubt it very much. I can’t even kill a gnat.” Angelica replied, not willing to mention all the fights she had with her brothers, and how often she hit them when they annoyed her.
Francine scowled. “Now look what they’ve done! They’ve let the topiary unclipped! The gardeners will all have to be let go.”
Angelica had stopped paying attention, for at that moment, she heard a jingling sound. She could have sworn she saw something large and white dart by in the bushes. “Did you see that?” she asked.
“See what?”
“Something ran past. Un coniglio, a rabbit I think.”
There was a sigh in response. “Oui. We’re plagued with them. I set the dogs on them whenever I can.” Francine lead Angelica up the hill towards the gazebo, changing the subject. “Shall we discuss dining? If my son eats the wrong things he is certain to get a blockage.”
Angelica could hear a string quartet warming up, and can see musicians positioned discreetly in the shadows. She glanced up at the sun. It was just above the hill.
“Angelica? Are you listening?”
“Si. We were talking about blockage.” Angelica said, hearing the jingling again. This time she catches a glimpse of a large white rabbit, wearing what seemed to be a shapeless blue dress. It stared at her directly before darting behind a tree.
“There! Did you see it?”
“See what?”
“The rabbit!”
There was only a tsk in reply. “And they’ve let the wisteria wilt as well!”
Angelica sighed, seeing that the Frenchwoman hadn’t taken notice. “Mi scusi.” she said, untangling her arm and hurrying into the wooded area off the path. She was almost sure the other woman hadn’t noticed.
“There it is again.” She mumbled to herself, watching the rabbit dart between the dress as Natalia Arlovskaya approached her.
“Angelica? What’s this nonsense that you don’t want to marry Claude?”
“I didn’t say that. I’m just not certain…”
“Marry him Angelica.” the blond grabbed her hands. “If you don’t you’ll lay awake at night in your cold, cold bed, growing older and older, waiting for the perfect man who never comes.”
Angel though about that statement, a look of dread on her face as it sank in. She pulled her hands away and turned to the bushes, pulling them back to see if the rabbit was there.
“What are you looking for?” Natalia asked.
“Can you keep a secret?”
“To my grave.”
Angelica took a deep breath. “I saw a white rabbit run through here…wearing a dress!” she said in a low secretive voice.
“How very strange…what type of dress?”
“What does it matter? It was a rabbit wearing a dress!”
“Well, I’m sorry, you’ll have to go someplace else to look for your rabbit. I’m waiting here for my fiancé.”
Angelica was surprised by this news. “You’re engaged?” she asked, somewhat stunned. “I didn’t know.”
“No one does. But I’ve been secretly engaged for years.” the blond told her.
“Who is he?” Angel wanted to know more.
“A Russian prince.” was the answer, followed by a sigh. “Alas, he cannot marry me unless he renounces his throne.”
Angelica frowned. “I see…”
Natalia turned to face Angelica. “Run along now and marry Claude. You don’t want to end up a spinster like some of those poor women we know.”
Angelica nodded, hurrying off, looking for the dressed rabbit. She heard a rustling ahead, and peaked around a tree, surprising a man and women kissing. The women, an albino by the looks of it, gasped and ran off. The man turned to look at her, and Angel gasped. It was Roderich, Elizaveta’s husband.
“Roderich?”
“Angelica. We were….Maria is an old friend.”
A frown formed on the Italian’s face. “I can see you two are very close.”
This time, a frown appeared on Roderich’s face. He knew he was caught. He also knew that Angelica looked up to Elizaveta and considered the Hungarian her older sister. “You won’t tell Lizzy, will you?”
“I don’t know, I need time to think.” she took a step back.
“Think of her! She would be devastated.”
“I know!”
“Marriage is based on trust. She would never trust me again. You don’t was to ruin Lizzy’s marrage, do you?”
“But I’m not the one…” Her frown deepened.
“She must never know about this.” Roderich said as Claude approached.
“There you are. Angelica, Roderich.”
“Claude.” The Austrian said with a small nod.
“Come under the gazebo.” Claude said, pulling Angel away. Roderich put a finger on his lips, reminding Angel to keep quiet.
Claude pulled Angelica under the gazebo. The pillars reminded her of prison bars. She glanced around. The musicians were ready, bows positioned, and an artist stood off to the side, drawing the scene in front of him.
Claude dropped down to one knee. “Angelica Vargas,” He began, as Angel noticed something on his shoulder.
“Claude.”
“What is it?”
“You have a caterpillar on your shoulder.”
He started brushing at his shoulder frantically. “Well get it off me!”
Angelica sighed and rolled her eyes. “Calm down and don’t hurt it! Hold still.” she commanded. She let the caterpillar crawl into her finger, then placed it gently on a tree branch.”
“You’ll want to wash that finger.” Angelica resisted rolling her eyes at the statement. Claude cleared his throat and began again. “Angelica Vargas…will you be my wife?”
The question hung in the air. Everyone stood, waiting for her answer. To Angel, it felt as if the whole world was watching her. She glanced into the audience. She found her brother, in the front, with Isabel at his right, Lord and Lady Kirkland to his left. Their eyes met for a moment, before Angel looked back at Claude.
“I would have to say…everyone thinks I should…and there’s no reason not to…so I suppose my answer would have to be…I have to say…” Angel trailed off as she saw the white rabbit leaning against a tree, on its hind legs, glaring at her with impatience. It noticed her watching and ran off. “I need a moment.” she answered, chasing the rabbit, not knowing the adventure and danger she put herself in by chasing it.
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1 - My dear
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^-^ I finally got up off my lazy ass and wrote something...which will have more then one part too.
IMPORTANT!!! Just so everyone knows, this is based of the 2010 movie by Tim Burton. It won't be exactly the same though, because the script I found was the first draft, not the final one...*shrug* I like it better, so I'm using it.
Special thanks to Perfect1Up for helping me with casting everyone~.
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Chapter 1: At the Party
Angelica Vargas was having that dream again. Her “falling dream”, with images floating around her, like memories just out of reach. Images of an odd landscape, strange misshapen people, an Asian man half-hidden by a smoky mist, the smile of a man in a top hat, and the silhouette of a man shouting something filled her head.
“Angelica?” the voice of her brother pulled the girl out of her dream and back into reality. Pulled her back to 1865, where she was sitting in the back of a carriage with him and his wife. “Are you alright?” He asked.
“Lovino…” Angel looked at the man who could have been her twin, if it wasn’t for the age difference and the curls which went opposite ways. She wanted to confide in her older brother the same way she had with Feliciano. But it wouldn’t be the same. She wasn’t as close to Lovino as she had been to Feliciano.
A hand was placed on her knee, and she turned towards Lovino’s wife, Isabel. “Mi querido (1), I know it’s difficult, but please try to smile. Just for this afternoon.” She gave Angelica a hopeful look, causing the younger woman to look down.
“I’ll try.” she mumbled. “I’ll try.”
***
The grounds of the Kirkland estate were beautiful. At least, they were to Angelica. It was vast, with many statues, topiaries, fountains, and rose gardens. By the time the three had arrived, the party was already well underway, with everyone dressed in their summer best.
Angelica stood with Lovino and Isabel at the entrance, putting on a weak smile as the hosts, Lord Arthur Kirkland and his wife Francine Kirkland approached. Angelica always found it odd that the two married. After all, Arthur was a perfect English gentleman, while Francine was quite the Frenchwoman. But, none the less, they were.
“There you are mes chers. We were waiting for you!” Francine said, smiling. She gave off an air of arrogance that could only come with being nobility. Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into a French twist, and her dress was of a beautiful design. Her husband also looked noble, but had a much kinder aura.
“Lord and Lady Kirkland.” Isabel said, smiling back.
“Isabel. Angelica dear.” the Frenchwoman’s smile turned to the youngest of them. “You’re looking wonderful as ever. Now, Claude has been waiting to dance with you.” Isabel gave Angelica a gentle nudge. With a sigh, the young woman left to join the others on the dance floor.
“She’s not doing well, is she?” Arthur said with a sad look on his face.
“No, she isn’t. She was very close to our fratello.” Lovino stated, keeping an eye on Angelica.
“The poor dear.” Francine said, also looking upset. “I do hope it’s not too long before she’s herself again.”
“I’m sure this afternoon will lift her spirits immeasurably.” Lovino answered. Isabel patted his hand. “I’m certain of it mi amor.” she told him, smiling.
On the dance floor, Angelica found herself dancing with Claude. He reminded Angelica more of his mother then his father, with the same aristocratic arrogance about him. His appearance too seem to be taken from his mother, as they had the same color hair and eyes, although his built was more like his father’s. But, never the less, dancing had her smiling more genuinely.
“Claude, have you ever wondered what it would be like to fly?” She asked, looking up at a flock of geese flying overhead.
He scoffed in reply. “I don’t waste my time wondering about impossible things.” he told her.
“Well, my fratello said,” she caught herself. “Used to say believing in the impossible is the only way to make it possible.”
“Did he now?”
“Si. He said he sometimes believed in six impossible things before breakfast.” She laughed at the memory. He brother had told her that long ago, when the two of them were younger.
“Angelica, I need to speak with you in private. Meet me at dusk under the gazebo.” He said to her as the dance ended.
“Dusk?”
“Exactly. See you then.” He said before leaving her confused.
“But…when is dusk….exactly?” she wondered as giggles erupted from behind her. She turned to see two girls standing behind her, and sighed. Of course those two were here.
“Angel!” Amelia Williams, the daughter of an American businessman, said while smiling at the Italian girl. She was arm in arm with her step-sister, a Canadian girl named Madeline.
“We have a secret to tell you~.” Madeline said, also smiling.
“If you tell me then it’s not much of a secret.” Angel pointed out.
Madeline frowned, and looked at Amelia. “Perhaps we shouldn’t.”
Amelia rolled her eyes. “Of course we should.”
“If we tell her she won’t be surprised.”
“Tell me what?” Angelica asked, now somewhat annoyed.
“Will you be surprised?” Amelia asked, flicking her short blond hair over her shoulder as best she could.
“Not if you tell me.” was the reply.
“Then we shouldn’t.” Madeline told her sister.
“But now you’ve brought it up so you have to.”
“No, we don’t.” Amelia said with a huff.
Angelica’s eyes narrowed. “I wonder if your mother knows you two swim naked in Havershim’s pond.”
That got Amelia’s attention. “You wouldn’t!”
“Oh, but I would.” Angel said, smirking.
“Well, you didn’t hear it from us. But Lady Kirkland told Ms. Honda, who told Lady Braginski,” Amelia cut off her sister. “That’s not how it went! Lady Kirkland told Lady Braginski who told Ms. Honda…”
Angelica sighed and turned around. “I’m going to find your mother.” Madeline grabbed her hand.
“Angel. Claude Kirkland.” the Canadian girl glanced over to her sister.
“Is going to ask for your hand!” Amelia finished. The sisters squealed and giggled. Angelica stood there stunned. She looked at the two girls in shock before noticing someone.
“I have to go talk to someone.” she said hastily, rushing off to the woman she had seen. “Elizaveta!” she called out. The older woman turned around and frowned.
“Who told you?” She asked as Angel stood in front of her.
“The Williams.” Angel answered.
Elizaveta huffed. “Now they’ll have to be strangled. The surprise is ruined!” she sighed. “And everyone went through so much effort to keep the secret.”
Angel looked around at the other guests. “Does everyone know?”
“Why of course! It’s why they’ve all come! This is your engagement party.” the brunette girl replied.
“Today? But how does he know I’ll accept?” Angelica asked aloud, a small frown on her face. Elizaveta laughed, thinking the young girl was joking. “I’m serious Elizaveta! I don’t know if I want to marry him.”
The older of the two looked at her in shock. “Are you mad? Look around you.”
Angelica did just that. “But I wouldn’t be marring his house. I’d be marring Claude.” She looked at the man in question. True, he was handsome, but she wasn’t attracted to him. Something about him turned the Italian girl off.
“Do you have someone else in mind?”
“Not at the moment.”
“Well, then you won’t do better than a Lord. And you can’t wait to much longer.” She brought a hand up to cup Angelica’s face. “You’re almost twenty Angel. That pretty face won’t last forever. You don’t want to end up like Natalia, now do you?” The two looked over to the side, where a platinum blond woman was sitting, mumbling to herself. “Such an embarrassment. And now that Feliciano is gone, you can’t depend on Lovino and Isabel to support you. You don’t want to be a burden, do you?”
Angelica looked down, feeling both guilty and insecure. “Of course not.”
Elizaveta smiled. “So you will marry Claude. You will be as happy as I am with Roderich and your life will be perfect. It’s already decided.”
At that moment, Francine chose to appear. She entwined her arm around Angelica’s. “Come now mon cher. Take a walk in the rose garden with me.” Angelica looked at Elizaveta, who nodded, encouraging her to go.
***
“You’re such a lovely girl Angelica. You’re certain to have gorgeous children. Do you know what I’ve always dreaded?” Francine looked at Angelica. The two had been walking in silence for the past few minutes, and the young girl’s mind had started wonder. But the question brought her back to reality.
“What’s that?”
“Ugly grandchildren. But with you that’s not a possibility.” She smiled at the Italian. “Now, Claude tells me you have quite the imagination.”
Angelica nodded. “Our grandfather encouraged us to-“
“Incompetence!” Francine shouted, cutting the other off. “The gardeners planted white roses when I specifically asked for red!”
Angelica looked down the path. Indeed, there were white roses up ahead. “I like white roses.”
“You couldn’t possibly. They’re too bland.” The Frenchwoman said with a huff, leading them onto a winding path up a hill.
“Now, as lady of the household it often falls to me to make difficult decisions, even to be ruthless.” Francine once again focused her attention on Angelica. “Do you think you could be ruthless if you had to be?”
“I doubt it very much. I can’t even kill a gnat.” Angelica replied, not willing to mention all the fights she had with her brothers, and how often she hit them when they annoyed her.
Francine scowled. “Now look what they’ve done! They’ve let the topiary unclipped! The gardeners will all have to be let go.”
Angelica had stopped paying attention, for at that moment, she heard a jingling sound. She could have sworn she saw something large and white dart by in the bushes. “Did you see that?” she asked.
“See what?”
“Something ran past. Un coniglio, a rabbit I think.”
There was a sigh in response. “Oui. We’re plagued with them. I set the dogs on them whenever I can.” Francine lead Angelica up the hill towards the gazebo, changing the subject. “Shall we discuss dining? If my son eats the wrong things he is certain to get a blockage.”
Angelica could hear a string quartet warming up, and can see musicians positioned discreetly in the shadows. She glanced up at the sun. It was just above the hill.
“Angelica? Are you listening?”
“Si. We were talking about blockage.” Angelica said, hearing the jingling again. This time she catches a glimpse of a large white rabbit, wearing what seemed to be a shapeless blue dress. It stared at her directly before darting behind a tree.
“There! Did you see it?”
“See what?”
“The rabbit!”
There was only a tsk in reply. “And they’ve let the wisteria wilt as well!”
Angelica sighed, seeing that the Frenchwoman hadn’t taken notice. “Mi scusi.” she said, untangling her arm and hurrying into the wooded area off the path. She was almost sure the other woman hadn’t noticed.
“There it is again.” She mumbled to herself, watching the rabbit dart between the dress as Natalia Arlovskaya approached her.
“Angelica? What’s this nonsense that you don’t want to marry Claude?”
“I didn’t say that. I’m just not certain…”
“Marry him Angelica.” the blond grabbed her hands. “If you don’t you’ll lay awake at night in your cold, cold bed, growing older and older, waiting for the perfect man who never comes.”
Angel though about that statement, a look of dread on her face as it sank in. She pulled her hands away and turned to the bushes, pulling them back to see if the rabbit was there.
“What are you looking for?” Natalia asked.
“Can you keep a secret?”
“To my grave.”
Angelica took a deep breath. “I saw a white rabbit run through here…wearing a dress!” she said in a low secretive voice.
“How very strange…what type of dress?”
“What does it matter? It was a rabbit wearing a dress!”
“Well, I’m sorry, you’ll have to go someplace else to look for your rabbit. I’m waiting here for my fiancé.”
Angelica was surprised by this news. “You’re engaged?” she asked, somewhat stunned. “I didn’t know.”
“No one does. But I’ve been secretly engaged for years.” the blond told her.
“Who is he?” Angel wanted to know more.
“A Russian prince.” was the answer, followed by a sigh. “Alas, he cannot marry me unless he renounces his throne.”
Angelica frowned. “I see…”
Natalia turned to face Angelica. “Run along now and marry Claude. You don’t want to end up a spinster like some of those poor women we know.”
Angelica nodded, hurrying off, looking for the dressed rabbit. She heard a rustling ahead, and peaked around a tree, surprising a man and women kissing. The women, an albino by the looks of it, gasped and ran off. The man turned to look at her, and Angel gasped. It was Roderich, Elizaveta’s husband.
“Roderich?”
“Angelica. We were….Maria is an old friend.”
A frown formed on the Italian’s face. “I can see you two are very close.”
This time, a frown appeared on Roderich’s face. He knew he was caught. He also knew that Angelica looked up to Elizaveta and considered the Hungarian her older sister. “You won’t tell Lizzy, will you?”
“I don’t know, I need time to think.” she took a step back.
“Think of her! She would be devastated.”
“I know!”
“Marriage is based on trust. She would never trust me again. You don’t was to ruin Lizzy’s marrage, do you?”
“But I’m not the one…” Her frown deepened.
“She must never know about this.” Roderich said as Claude approached.
“There you are. Angelica, Roderich.”
“Claude.” The Austrian said with a small nod.
“Come under the gazebo.” Claude said, pulling Angel away. Roderich put a finger on his lips, reminding Angel to keep quiet.
Claude pulled Angelica under the gazebo. The pillars reminded her of prison bars. She glanced around. The musicians were ready, bows positioned, and an artist stood off to the side, drawing the scene in front of him.
Claude dropped down to one knee. “Angelica Vargas,” He began, as Angel noticed something on his shoulder.
“Claude.”
“What is it?”
“You have a caterpillar on your shoulder.”
He started brushing at his shoulder frantically. “Well get it off me!”
Angelica sighed and rolled her eyes. “Calm down and don’t hurt it! Hold still.” she commanded. She let the caterpillar crawl into her finger, then placed it gently on a tree branch.”
“You’ll want to wash that finger.” Angelica resisted rolling her eyes at the statement. Claude cleared his throat and began again. “Angelica Vargas…will you be my wife?”
The question hung in the air. Everyone stood, waiting for her answer. To Angel, it felt as if the whole world was watching her. She glanced into the audience. She found her brother, in the front, with Isabel at his right, Lord and Lady Kirkland to his left. Their eyes met for a moment, before Angel looked back at Claude.
“I would have to say…everyone thinks I should…and there’s no reason not to…so I suppose my answer would have to be…I have to say…” Angel trailed off as she saw the white rabbit leaning against a tree, on its hind legs, glaring at her with impatience. It noticed her watching and ran off. “I need a moment.” she answered, chasing the rabbit, not knowing the adventure and danger she put herself in by chasing it.
~~~
1 - My dear
~~~
^-^ I finally got up off my lazy ass and wrote something...which will have more then one part too.
IMPORTANT!!! Just so everyone knows, this is based of the 2010 movie by Tim Burton. It won't be exactly the same though, because the script I found was the first draft, not the final one...*shrug* I like it better, so I'm using it.
Special thanks to Perfect1Up for helping me with casting everyone~.