I know I haven't updated Drabble high! In a while, but that is because of end of school testing and i have been busy writing this new story. I already have the skeleton made, now all I need to do is find some victims and put the flesh-erm... add the details? Don't worry, I don't plan on deleting this story when I get writers block. If it makes you feel any better, I already have the 2nd and 3rd chapters ready. Now to the Disclaimer: Hetalia doesn't belong to me, but enjoy!
Fire. Everyone calls it an element of destruction but I call it hope and new life. You see, my name is Matthew Williams, I am 16 years old and go to Hetalia World Academy, a school for many international students. I'm also a bit... different from normal people. This story is probably one you wouldn't believe and i won't force you to. I just feel like I have to share this.
It started when my mother died, and my father, Alan, a man with dirty blond hair and green eyes, had taken to drinking to rid himself of the pain. He never did anything to me or my wheat blond, blue eyed brother, Alfred. He never hurt or yelled at us, just drank until he passed out. One day, Alfred and I found him on the floor lying unconcious. Scared that he was hurt, we managed to push him onto the couch and called 911. When the ambulance came, the let us ride in the big car. It would have been really fun had it not been that they were trying to get a stronger pulse from our dad. We finally made it to the hospital, the paramedics running into the building with dad on the stretcher. One of the nurses on call named Tino , a young man that looked about 18, came and shuffled me and Alfred to the waiting room. He tried his best to reassure us that out father would be alright and that his friend, Berwald, a 19 yr old, was one of the nurses helping my dad. A while later, a big, tall doctor with blond hair and glasses, whom I supposed was Berwald, came over and explained to us what had happened, saying that since the doctor was busy, he came and told us. Being 12, we were able to understand most of what was being explained. He told us that dad had alcohol poisoning, and that he had had a mild seizure while trying to flush his kidneys. We were all thankful that he hadn't been unconcious long enough to have any brain damage.
Alfred and I sat with Dad while he was in the care unit of the hospital. Dad had woken up earlier but because of his little accident, he was forced to stay checked in so that he could be watched for further damage. We were sad when we had to leave, the nurse saying that someone was there to pick us up. We then grew scared when we saw it was our aunt Rose who had come. She didn't completely harm us whenever we came to visit, but she would punish us for every little thing we did, saying it was the only way for children to learn to behave. She would lock us in the closet, which was were I got my fear of the dark from, or made us sit on a really splintery chair with books on our heads. We always hated going to her house, seeing as it always smelled like candles and really disgusting food.
When we got to the house, aunt Rose pushed us through the door and told us to sit at the table to have a late dinner. After we finished the meal, she sent us to bed. Alfred, always being the more out-going when it came to our curiosity, went over to her and asked is dad was going to be okay and if we could visit him again the next day. Aunt Rose just gave him a disgusted smile at the mention of dad and said that we could visit but only to see how a failure at life lived, and that he deserved to die. You might be wondering why aunt Rose would wish her brother dead, but seeing as they were only siblings in-law she hated him. Wouldn't you be sad, Alfred had asked. This time she gave a worried face, and before i could begin to doubt her hatred towards father, said that she wouldn't care and that the only thing she worried for was that if he did die, was that she would be responsible for taking care of us. Alfred still not understanding the situation, asked the question of, don't you love us? This really set aunt Rose off, giving him a deadly stare before slapping him across the face. Now, I bet your wondering where I was during this time. Well, I was behind the wall being the shy coward I am, and just gasped when I saw her strike him. Alfred ran to his spare room and cried.
Fearing that she would hit me next, I put my coat on and ran out the door. Aunt Rose didn't seem to hear me because I didn't hear her come after me. I ran as best as I could as the December snow started to fall heavily. I walked through the wood to my house, happy for once that our Aunt lived close to our house. When I made it there, I tried to open the door, but I found it locked. I tried the back door, but it too was locked. I decided to see if I could make it to the hospital. It was 5 miles but since I knew the route, I thought I could get there faster.
I hugged my coat closer to me and walked forward, the snow already up to my ankles. I trudged on and on until I grew tired. Sitting down, I started to grow sleepy but then stood up when I realized I was only 3 miles away. By then, the snow had grew to be up to my knee in the hour I walked. 2 miles closer and the snow was up to my hip. Fearing that I might not be able to reach the hospital, I walked into the woods hoping that the Pines that grew there would help protect me from the still falling snow. I started to think it was a bad idea when I couldn't see the hospital up ahead like I thought. I thought I would have more luck if I went back to the sidewalk. But that my friends was a horrible mistake. By the time I reached the sidewalk, the snow was at my elbows. By that time, I was growing really tired and decided to sit and rest. I had created a little pocket in the snow so that i wouldn't get blasted by the snow from all sides.
I sat in there, thinking about what my dad would say when he saw me. At first, he would probably be surprised about me being there, but then get angry and tell me about how dangerous my little stunt had been. Right then, I didn't care if I got grounded for the rest of my life, it was starting to get unbearably cold and I wanted to get back inside a building. I started to rub my hands together, trying to seek the little warmth I knew I had in my body. I curled up even tighter, pulling my legs closer to me. By then, my hands had started to grow warmer. I decided to put my warm hand on my face, but when I looked down at them, I was surprised at what I saw. There in my 12 year old hands, was a small orange fire. I took one hand away, letting it float on one hand, and reached towards it. I didn't burn my finger like I thought I would. Finally over my surprise, I curled myself around the fire and drew whatever warmth I could. It lasted for a good 7 minutes before I started to grow tired. I started to think about my family then, as my eyes kept fluttering. I thought about my dad, his nice and gentle green eyes and friendly dirty blond hair. I thought about his caring nature that would hopefully be back when he returned.I thought about Alfred, his free blue eyes and wild wheat blond hair. His wish to be a super hero still struck me as funny, even in this dire situation. I then remembered my cousin Francis who was older then me by one year. His wild yet kind eyes, and his attitude were what struck my the most at that moment. His voice drew everyone to him, no matter if they liked him or not. His impecable fashion sense always made me laugh, even now. I missed him, having moved so far away from here.
Then I started to think of mom. He name was Emeli. She was a wild one at heart but she was really loving and always fought to protect whoever was closest to her. Seeing as I was in a big situation, I couldn't help but think that I would be metting her soon. This frightened me, so to keep my mind off of death, I decided to stare at the fire that was still in my palms.
The fire had grown dimmer as I thought. 15 minutes had passes, and now I couldn't even keep my head up. As I started to nod off, I saw the fire grow really dim before finally going out.
I saw black everywhere though I could see my hands and arms in front of me. I started to hear a faint beep, beep coming from somewhere. I then saw a small light up in the sky. Whether I liked it or not, I started to float up to the surface, the closer I got, the heavier I felt. Finally, I reached the light, and I was engulfed in it. I opened my eyes to see everything around me was white. Tino, the nurse from the last time I was there, was standing next to an I.V. hooked up to my wrist. I made a small groaning noise as I lifted my free arm to cover my eyes. Tino, having heard the noise, turned and looked at me with a warm smile. He said that he was happy to see me awake and that I was very lucky. How, I had asked. He told me that when they found me, I was barely breathing, and I had such a low pulse, but that I had somehowed managed to escape it all with only minor cuts from when I walked through the woods. I was about to tell him about the fire that had showed up, but no matter how nice he looked, he wouldn't believe me if I told him.
I stayed quiet until I heard the door open. I turned to see dad and Alfred looking at me, tears in both of there eyes. Alfred ran up to me and cried loudly while dad walked slowly over to me, and softly reached his hand over to my face. He then crouched down to look at me face-to-face and then pulled me into a desperate hug. He quietly cried and wiped away tears I didn't know I had. He told me that he was sorry and that he loved me. That he didn't want to lose me like he lost mom. He said that he would promise to stop drinking. This caused more tears to come to my eyes, and I let them fall freely. I grabbed onto him and Alfred as if they were my only lines to lifes, and it felt as if they were.
3 years years have passed since that time and inbetween those few years, Alfred came out and told dad that he was homosexual. He didn't kick him out like we heard many parents did. He just said that love was love and that was all that mattered in a relationship and that he was happy that Alfred felt like he could trust him enough to tell him that. This was great, seeing as I too was like my brother, but I held back in saying anything, because I saw Alfred get bullied by people he used to call friends. My dad decided that it would be better to move and have a fresh start. We finished school and moved to the same city as my cousin Francis and aunt Jean. During the summer, while we were still unpacking, Alfred came out with another secret. He told out dad that he could fly. He even showed us that he could, and floated up to the ceiling. Dad just let his eyes grow wide before Alfred came down and asked if he was scared or angry was was going to kick him out. Dad just gave him an amused chuckle and told him that he wasn't going to kick him out. Told him that it was just a lot to grasp. Then he told him that he may have a power but that he needed to use it wisely, and not just to make some unwanted friends. Alfred took this to heart and decided that he would be everyones hero.
By that time, I had learned to control my fire summoning. My eyes would always grow just a bit darker but you couldn't really see it. Being forgotten at my old school taught me to observe, and what I saw was that being different cause people to treat you different. Not wanting to get bullied I kept everything a secret. Me being homosexual was one thing, but being able to summon fire, people would chase me with pitchforks and torches. Fearing for what I thought would be a horrible life, I kept myself at a distance and watched everything that happened. For the year that was at the new school, I kept to the shadows and tried to live as normal as I possibly could, but that changed when I met an albino that took an intrest at my hidden world.
Okay, so I know that you people probably realized that some of the diolouge didn't have quotation marks, but that's because this is supposed to be like a memory at the beginning. please review and favorite and follow. The next chapter will come out Sunday. And make sure Charlie is happy he gets angry when you talk about him!
