"Get out of here, you pest!" The small blonde was pushed out into the pouring rain, his face all ready damp with tears. He looked up at the 23 year old woman that was supposably his new mother. He didn't want to be kicked out, abandoned again.
"B-but...mommy..." The ten year old started to cry even more, "I-i'm so sorry.."
"Go back to the hell hole you crawled out of, you demon!" With that she slammed the door in the boy's crying face. The young "demon" scrambled to his feet, but he lost his footing and fell face first into the soft, wet ground. More and more tears fell from his bright blue eyes.
"Ima not a demon...i'm not..." He cried more as he ran, looking for somewhere to go, but he had no where to go. People stared at the small child as he ran, splashing in puddles here and there. He did nothing, but ignore them. He clinched his chest as he ran. The pain he was in was almost unbearable.
Soon he had to stop, a small 10 year old could only run so much. He panted as he looked to his left and saw an alley. There were boxes and old sheets laying everywhere. The boy ran over to a damp sheet and pulled around him as he cuddled into a box. His eyes were heavy with sleeplessness. They fell close, he tried to fight it but couldn't. He let sleep take over him.
"You damn brat! Who do you think you are?" The boy's eyes opened slowly to reveal two teens, both male. The bigger of the two picked the box up and through out in the street.
"That'll teach ya!" The boyed yelled as box, with the blonde in it, slammed into the ground. I loud screech came from the small blonde. His arm burn with pain, fore it was broken. He laid there, not relazing the loud screech of a car about to hit the box. The two teens had ran off, because they saw the car coming as the one threw the box.
One of the doors squeaked open. A tall, slim albino climbs out. He stares at the box as the rain crashes againist his face.
"Who the hell throws a box into a street! Damn brats!" The albino stalks over to the box.
"Get back in the car, Prussia!" A male brunette calls from the car.
"Its too cold for you to be out here! And plus it is raining," A girlie blonde man chirped at Prussia.
"OH shove it you two!" As Prussia neared the box, he could hear the young blonde's cries.
"...it...hurts..." the blonde whimpered. Prussia knelt next to the box and saw the blonde cuddled in the dirty sheet. The blonde's bright blue eyes met Prussia's illuminated red eyes. Prussia show a pealrie white grin to the young blonde, who return it with a shiver. The blonde whinced in pain.
"What's wrong?" Prussia reached a hand to the young "demon".
"M-my...arm..." The blonde stares at Prussia's hand with teary eyes.
"Let me see," Prussia showed the petite boy a kind smile. The boy outstretch his good arm and the albino took it with caution. The boy crawled out of the box into Prussia's warm body. Prussia had saw the broken, limp arm. He frowned at the boy's arm.
"What cha got there?" Prussia had turn to see the brunette.
"A small child, Spain. His arm is broken," Prussia wraped an arm around the young boy.
"He's cute!~ And so small!" The girlie man pranced after Spain.
"Your so loud, France! I'm going to take this boy to the hospital," Prussia craddled the child in his arms with a careful manor. The boy snuggled close to Prussia. These arms were the best thing that this child has had around him, the warmest. The boy loved it. He smiled as Prussia carried him to the car. The boy was hoping that this man, that had just found him in a box, will take him to his house. He hoped he would feed him. What the boy wanted the most was not food or a home, fore it was someone to love him.
"You two head home. I'm going to stay here with this kid," Prussia was doing his best to convince his friends to go home.
"Are you sure? I mean I don't mind...Wait... Romano is gonna be mad," Spain rubbed the back of his head, "I better leave... Sorry Prussia." With that Spain walked away, waving bye.
"Don't you have someone to go home to?" France met Prussia's stare.
"Not anyone important!~" Prussia just shook his side to side.
"I don't wanna be mean, but leave! Go home and get some sleep!" Prussia snapped. France pouted.
"Fine...Bye-bye!~" France walked out, with pride in his step. Prussia couldn't really tell anyone why he hung out with them except that they were all ready close friends. Prussia laughed to himself.
Prussia's gazed turned to the boy who now had a red cast on his left arm. He couldn't help but smile. He ran his fingers through the boy's damp blonde hair.
"Hurry and wake up for me, Prince..." Prussia snicker at the last part.