A/N: Okay so this has kinda been in my head for a while and I figured I should type it up before it started to keep me up at night...so thats exactly what I did, It starts off kinda angsty but as I add more chapters that should sort itself out. YES it is Hetalia, YES the child is OC, NO you didn't see alot of the Hetalia characters in this first chapter but I promise, THEY WILL BE THERE...just wait for chapter two =3 Think of this as a uhm...prelude...just setting stuff up =3
The child skirted a crowd, his bright blue eyes scanning the buildings around him. He KNEW he had seen that bastard. He'd been tracking the guy from half way across the country. He didn't know where exactly he was but he knew he was far away from the shore of California he'd spent his life on. Since that night…oh…three months ago maybe, the boy had lost track of the days, he'd lived in a rather large house right on the sea in California. Until that night. All he really remembered was the laughing man and the burning house. At first the child had run from the man. The man had followed and the child, knowing he had nowhere to go where he would be safe, did the next best thing. The child switched the roles. He'd doubled back and was now the tracker, instead of the trackee. All he had to do was keep an eye on the man and he'd be safe, for the past couple months he'd managed to frustrate the man, always making it appear like he was still the tracker. Now though…the child was lost in a sea of buildings, he'd lost sight of the man and in a place with so many people he was sure he'd be unable to pick up a trail.
The child kicked angrily at the ground, irked at himself for losing the man. He followed the sidewalk for a bit, cursing his inability to do anything right (this was definitely not true), until his head jerked up, bright blue eyes contrasted with tan skin and silvery-white hair. Maybe he wasn't a complete failure! He was in a city! There were lots of people, if the child had been able to lose the man, there was no way the man would find the child! His heart rose, maybe he'd be able to find help here…get back to living a normal life!
With his thoughts on living again without fear of the man, the child set off hands stuck in the pockets of his long tan shorts. From the months of climbing, sleeping, crossing rivers and the continued list of things he couldn't quite remember doing, the shorts were in pretty good condition, they were meant to last a long time. That was why they were his favorite pair, he was quite grateful they happened to be what he was wearing when his house had burned down. He wore a bright blue shirt with an attached hood. The sleeves went to his elbows and despite being cold on most of his nights, the boy was quite thankful for the short sleeves in the day, he was sure he would have died of heat exhaustion had he not been wearing short sleeves.
The time passed as the child walked along the sidewalks, eyes fogged over with memories of his long journey. He'd left the busy streets of the city behind…well sort of. He had sort of left the realm of the skyscrapers and entered instead to a quiet neighborhood. There were no people on the sidewalks now and the quietness eased the child into a false sense of security. He heard the car coming yes, but he didn't think anything of it. For there…in front of him was the man, red eyes glowing with triumph. The child froze, his own blue eyes glowing, but with fear. The man took a step towards the child, a gun held up to the boys head. Without a second thought, the child shot off to the left, right into the street, and yes, into the oncoming car. A gunshot went off and the child felt something hot flash through his left shoulder before he toppled in the middle of the road, a pool of warm liquid forming around him.
The child struggled to keep his eyes open as the car's engine died and someone hurried out of the driver's side, muttering curses under his breath. The child didn't pay much attention to the man who had climbed out of the car. With the last of his energy, he lifted his head to look at the place where the dangerous man had been before…no one was there. The world went dark.
The driver had been talking excitingly with someone on the phone, Bluetooth device in use of course, when the child darted into the middle of the street. The driver couldn't stop his vehicle in time and he collided with the child, who froze for a moment, seemingly confused and very much in pain, before the gun was heard. That was when the child fell.
The driver fell out of his car in his haste to make sure the child was okay, catching only a glimpse of a tall man with red eyes. The man blinked and the other was gone. It took a few seconds before the driver remembered the child and rushed to the kid's side, ignoring the man on the other end of the line. A pair of blue eyes met the frantic driver before they dimmed as the child let his head fall to the ground.
The driver stood there, unable to process what all was going on, his own blue eyes confused behind his glasses.
"Alfred…?"
The man ignored the voice, teetering slightly.
"Alfred!" The voice was louder this time, still the man did not reply.
"ALFRED F. JONES ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!" The angry Brit on the other end of the line shouted.
This snapped the man out of his daze, "A-Arthur…" He mumbled quietly, dropping to the ground beside the child.
"What the bloody hell is wrong Alfred! I heard a gu-"
"M-meet me at the hospital in twenty minutes." Alfred managed before hanging up on the other, his blue eyes dark with worry. He was a nation…he should have been able to stop himself from hitting one of his own citizens!
The worried nation easily scooped up the unconscious child on the ground, quickly situating the boy in the car, buckled in. There was no way Alfred was going to call and wait for an ambulance. With that he stomped on the gas and shot off to the hospital, knuckles whitening on the steering wheel.
A/N: Again something I threw together so I could sleep at night and stuff...now lets see uhmm...oh yeah the child. Well the child is basically the main character, no he is not a country or a state, he is simply a child. Oh heads up now, as the story develops chances are he's going to become more obnoxious and hyper, so if you know me irl and have a problem with my personality (for that is who I truly am), then please just stop reading right now. I have absolutely no shame in who I am and who this child.
Right so with the child, he's from California and the city he's in currently is Chicago. This mirrors my life as I was born in Cali and moved to Chicago land area when I was young. He dresses the way I do and pretty much the only differences between the two of us so far is one, he's a guy, and two...I've never been stalked, become the stalker and then become the stalked again, wound up half dead in the middle of the road with a hole in my shoulder =3
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, please feel free to review 3
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia
