Copyright©: I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers, I just watch the series.
September 7th, 1996, Moscow, Russia
It was just like any other delivery. The soon to be mother was panting loudly and occasionally screaming out in pain as the other nurses moved around her, offering the mandatory words of encouragement,
The only thing different about it was that the woman in labor had only been pregnant for seven months. This scared her a bit, but it wouldn't be the first time the hospital had to hold a premature baby before he or she could be taken home.
The nurse could now see the baby's head.
She told the woman to "hang in there a little bit longer", until finally, after several hours of labor, she held the tiny baby in her arms, and weighted for the cries to erupt from the tiny infant's mouth.
But they never came.
The unsuspecting nurse looked down to find a pair of eyes staring up at her.
Purple eyes.
Something was wrong; Newborn babies eye's were usually blue, it wasn't just the color of the eyes or the lack of crying, though, it was the way the infant was staring at her. The hospital employee shivered in the newborn's ominous gaze. The nurse shook her head.
This was crazy! There was no way that something (it felt strangely wrong to call the baby a normal person) that had only been in the world for two minutes could be threatening.
Smiling, she started to give the infant to its mother "Y-your b-b-baby M-miss." She liked babies, but it appeared to her that she didn't particularly care for this one.
The new mother smiled and started to reach for the violet-eyed child.
Her bagged eye's widened in horror, as she drew a startlingly disgusted gasp.
"Miss?" the baby was strange, but it was her child, she was supposed to hold it in her arms and smile warmly down to it. The woman avoided her eyes as shivers ran up and down her body.
"Get it a-aw… away from m-me." She spat out through trembling lips. The nurse staring at her, dumb founded. The woman's head slowly lifted her head to meet her eyes. As she did so, the nurse took back the word "woman" she had used to describe her earlier. As the nurse looked closely at her terror lined face, she decided that she couldn't be much older that twenty. "P-please…" this time, she was chocking back a sob as her wide eyes started to well up with tears.
Shaken, the nurse quickly obeyed the pitiful command and turned away to the other side of the room, still holding the rejected baby. On a different occasion, she would have been horrified by the sudden reaction from the mother, but in this case, she felt
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~~J-Chan
