Once upon a time… there was a person named Waffles. Despite it's name, it is not merely food.

IT IS A HELL OF A FOOD-/shot.
After months of not being productive at all, hibernating in the cold, winter of 2014… Waffles had come to snap.
The season has come.
ALLERGIES SEASON!
No, it isn't
IT'S CALLED… THE SEASON OF GETTING-MY-BUTT-OFF-MY-CHAIR-AND-WRITE-CRAPPY-STORIES-FOR-ONCE.
Thus, this is what motivated Waffles to write stories! The feeling of being lazy, unproductive, has awakened Waffles…. Enough of my chit-chat.
TITLE SAYS IT ALL.
SUMMARY SAYS IT ALL.
ENJOY GETTING BRAIN CANCER! :d
We do not own Hetalia.

When I first came to the city,
it was such a sight.
I never knew.
I never knew that there was such place in the world like this.
Loud noises, banging into my ears.
Cars and music,
everywhere.
Far different in where I came from.
I only saw
green seas there.

Realizing what I came here for, I reached into my coat pocket, revealing a small folded piece of paper. I unfolded it and read what was written on the paper in my head, over and over while walking around, until I bumped into a slender, tall man who was pale. He smiled, patted my head and walked past me. "Be more careful." he said.

I stood there petrified like a statue and dropped the piece of paper, replaying the scene in my head, replaying the scene when the man smiled a fearsome, yet warm, kind smile. He looked familiar- too familiar. I wonder where I've seen him. I wonder why I was afraid of him, when he looked like an average, normal man.

I slapped my face softly a couple of times, realizing my duty. I reached down for the piece of paper, surpassing the resistance of my numb, trembling hands. I read the paper again, refreshing my memory and walked down the street, looking around the tall houses. I compared the houses here and from home, the houses where I came from, were much more smaller.

When I finally faced the tall house with the sign, '13', I looked at my piece of paper to make sure. "Yup, I'm at the right building." I sighed in relief that I didn't have to drag my tired feet. Before I rang the bell, I crossed my fingers, hoping that I wasn't greeted by a terrifying person like that man from before. I took a step towards the door and rang the bell with my heart beating. What if they don't like me? What if I'm at the wrong house? Thoughts flooded my mind. After a moment, I heard loud footsteps and gulped.

"Oh, yes! Please wait!" a voice came from the house. A woman's. I sighed in relief, it wasn't a scary person. The woman hurriedly opened the door, and looked around, not looking down where I was. "A prank?" she asked herself.

"Uhm.." I murmured, getting attention from the woman. The woman looked down. "Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there." she apologized. She bent down to match her height with mine. "Are you the boy that sent to join our family?" asked the woman.

I nodded in response. "Alright." she said. "Come on in." The woman guided me into the heart-warming house. "Take a seat." she said, and I obediently did so, sitting near the coffee table while she went into the kitchen. When she came back to where I was, she came back with a mug of a brown liquid. She placed it on the table near me, "Here, drink this, it'll warm you up. Be careful though, it's hot!" she smiled.

I took the mug and wrapped my hands around it, warming my hands. I took a sip and remembered this taste. Chocolate. I haven't had hot chocolate for a long time. While I was enjoying my drink the woman asked, "What's your name?" and I placed down my mug.

I thought for a moment, "Don't have one." I concluded.

"Then, what did call you?"

"He called me Boy. Just Boy."

"Boy? As in male?"

I nodded.

"What an unusual name to call someone!" she giggled as I stared with a blank face. The woman's face brightened up more. "How about I give you a name?" suggested the woman.

I nodded in response,

"Hmm… how about Michael? No… that doesn't fit you. Gabe? Kevin? Joshua?" The woman stopped listing names and thought for a moment. Then, her lightbulb went on. "How about Alfred?"

I nodded, I didn't care what she would name me, anything is fine.

The woman smiled, "Then, your name is Alfred!"