Prologue

"I do."

The day the two were wedded was a very unexpected event. They had just met a month or so prior before the sudden question was popped and agreed to.

It was a small wedding that took place at a resort in Washington, D.C. She was visiting from Moscow to conduct some research as a analyst in the city and send over sketches to magazines in hopes to pursue a possible career in designing wedding dresses, while he was there to attend a business meeting in order to promote the small vineyard he owned back in California.

The day they met was almost similar to a stereotypical love story. A rushing girl bumps into a man accidentally, he helps her up, and it was love at first sight.

Almost every day, Alfred would beg the Russian woman to come out with him to explore the city. She wasn't the type of person to become so interested in someone that easily. Alas, the charming ways of the man managed to convince her otherwise.

Three times a week they would be with each other. The American would be the one to insist he go out with her, and through persuasion and begging, Natalya gave in. The two would go out to dinner, attend the theatre, and there would be even small nights where they would relax in her apartment and watch movies together.

The day he proposed to her was just as unexpected as the wedding. It was the week before she was supposed to return to her home in Russia, where her job awaited her and possible future of becoming a designer for wedding dresses would begin. For their last date, he insisted that they have a picnic together in Lincoln Park… And it was there that he popped the question.

He expressed that there was no one in the entire world that he could see himself with other than her. The way he smiled at her and held her hand while his other hand held black velvet box that contained a ring inside it made the woman head over heels. That smile and his efforts to have her stay with him was what made her agree to the union.

The day she was supposed to fly home, she was walking down the aisle. Her family was not fond of the idea of her being married off so soon, especially after knowing this man for only one month. At only twenty-two years old, Natalya believed she was making the right choice. Her heart was saying yes, while her mind tried to convince her otherwise.

The ceremony itself was small. Natalya's family managed to make their way from the foreign country as quickly as they could to attend this wedding and Alfred only had close relatives attend the ceremony. Everything had been all rushed, but in the end, the love they had for each other was what mattered the most.

The entire night they danced. The Belarusian was close to her newly wedded husband's arms while the American swayed his wife closely; taking in the memories of the very moment they shared.

Pictures were taken as well. Natalya's older sister was in charge of the photography and took as many photos as she could before the night came to an end, "These photos, you'll show your children one day and tell them that as crazy as it is, love is very powerful," She would insist, while Alfred would choke in laughter and Natalya rolled her eyes before bringing up a glass of champagne to her lips.

To have children was something that didn't run across the two's mind at that very moment, though. For the first couple of weeks of marriage, the two made the necessary arrangements where Natalya would move to California with the other. Her work in Russia would be transported to the states, where she would work from home and if necessary, make the trips back to Moscow. At the same time, Alfred assisted Natalya with pursuing her second dream of opening up a wedding dress shop. He would do anything to help his wife succeed. The two of them were very occupied with pursuing their careers, but they both maintained a very well loving husband and wife relationship.

Their work came to a pause though the day Natalya announced her pregnancy to Alfred.

It all began where she didn't feel well. The first sign was nausea. She would spent most of her mornings in bed or the bathroom, where she would sit beside the toilet and let out the feelings that arose within her stomach. This would only happen after Alfred had left for his own work. She presumed it was a possible virus, until she discovered her cycle didn't arrive for that month. A trip to a nearby pharmacy and one test was enough for her to confirm the suspicions that hit her the second she glanced at a calendar.

Everyone was ecstatic. Whenever Alfred had the chance, he would brag amongst his friends about how he truly did have the perfect woman. His family was just as happy for him and expressed gratitude to the child that Natalya beared in her womb. Her own family… Not so much. It came as a shock to Natalya's siblings, but of course they came to accept the fate that their baby sister would be having a child.

Names were discussed, and even diapers and other baby purchases were made until the day of one of Natalya's early scans.

It was at just around eight weeks along that the couple learned they would be having twins.

Identical twins.

To Natalya, she was close to fainting right there and then on the examination table. Alfred was already shaking in excitement, calling every close friend they knew and even his brother to share the news. It made sense in the end, though. Alfred was a twin himself, so the likelihood of having twins was at a very high percentage.

Alas, while Natalya was very worried about what would come with her pregnancy now, her husband stayed by her side the entire way.

Around the eighteenth week mark, they went in once again for another scan. It was there that they learned their twins were two twin girls. The second the two went from not knowing what genders their babies would be to knowing Natalya was carrying two baby girls, their shopping trips became less baby neutral, and more pink.

The pink only came more when it came to Natalya's baby shower as well. It was then that had even more people than there were at the wedding. Multiple gifts were exchanged, games were played and even cake was consumed. It was also there that the couple announced the names they had decided to give their daughters.

Anneliese and Anastasia Jones.

As the weeks continued on, the more and more Natalya progressed in her pregnancy. Day by day she could feel movement from one of the girls and sometimes a hiccup or two here and there. The day the girls were born though, was one of the most stressful days she had experienced thus far in her lifetime.

It was a December morning when Natalya had woken up to soaked sheets on her and Alfred's shared bed. But instead of panic, all she did was wake Alfred up and bring awareness to the fact that her water had broken.

The Belarusian had never seen Alfred in such a panicked and anxious state before. It was the second she told him her water broke, chaos ensued. The man was up, helping her to his car, and making sure they had everything they needed before driving off to the hospital.

The labor process was a long, exhausting one. To Natalya, it almost felt like she was relieving the entire nine months of pregnancy all over again. But in the end, it was all worth it when she could hear the cries of the twin girls she had given birth to.

The birth of their twin girls was the best thing that they both considered to ever happen. Natalya was in a state of shock most of the time after birth considering that she managed to successfully deliver two babies, while Alfred was head over heels at the fact that the woman whom he loved gave birth to two more special additions to his life.

Life for the Jones' was perfect. The day Natalya returned from the hospital with the girls was the day that signified their first day of being parents. It was a difficult process to say the least, but she believed that she and Alfred had done well at working together to take care of twin babies that needed very high maintenance.

That was until one day, a horrific nightmare of Natalya's took place.

The twins were a few months old when the event occurred. Alfred had told Natalya he would be going out with a couple of friends to a bar. She didn't oppose since she trusted Alfred that he would make good choices. The day he went out was the day she also decided to go visit some friends of her own as well with the twins. It was almost an adult slumber party in this case, but most of the time her friends would gush over the twins and speak in amazement at how similar they looked. Anneliese was known to be quite energetic and babbled whenever she had the chance, while Anastasia was known to be quieter and clinging to her mother. The two had very similar features seeing that they were identical twins, but based on just personality, Natalya could tell who was who.

The day upon returning from the adult-slumber party, when she entered her and Alfred's shared home, it was a moment where she wished she could plunge her eyes out. Undergarments were scattered everywhere, the smell of alcohol met her nostrils… And by just entering the grand living room, her heart was shattered.

On the couch laid her husband with his arms wrapped around the body of another woman.

Natalya had never felt so betrayed and angered in her life before. That day was also the first time she ever threw a hairdryer at someone as well in hopes that it would possibly make them concussed. Her husband begged and begged over again for her forgiveness and blamed the alcohol for making him perform such a disgusting act. But with growing up with certain morals…

"Alcohol isn't a fucking excuse for cheating," Were the words she spat at him in anger, "You chose to drank. You chose to break my heart. You chose to lie to me and blame alcohol rather than admit to your own mistakes…." At that moment, Natalya already had began to gather her things from their bedroom. In her suitcase, she threw whatever clothes she could grab and other important valuables. For other items, she'd come pick up when she had the time.

"And for that, we're done."

Hello everyone!

The last time I posted a fanfic on was probably back in early 2010. Since then, I've been tending to real-life things, thus making me unable to write. During that period I also had lost significant interest with Hetalia and one of my biggest ships, AmeBel.

It wasn't until recently though that I had picked up on the (cursed) Hetalia train and decided to begin writing again.

As explained in the description, this story is a adaptation/parody of the 1998 version of "The Parent Trap". Of course, adjustments have been made to the story in order to accurately depict characters on how they would behave. Since this is a adaptation of the film, the names that I have selected for the twins were something that I believed fit well for "the daughters of America and Belarus". You'll see why as the story progresses more. There have been similar adaptations of this story with USUK or FrUk, but I decided that it would be fun to spice it up a bit and write an AmeBel one (for the AmeBel needs, lol).

The story itself is already finished and completed. I managed to type this story up within the span of three days and reached over 80k in words (Which I believe is the longest I've ever done for a fic!).

Anyway, I plan to upload the chapters when I have the availability too. But as I said, the story is already written and completed, so updates shouldn't be that long.

Thank you very much for reading and I hope you enjoy this AmeBel version of The Parent Trap. :)