Okaaaaay! Let's get this fic series started! I am a noob writer and this is my first Hetalia story! *cricket chirps*
Ok it may be my first Hetalia fic but I hope you will love it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia cause if I did, It would be EPIC.
Ice and Daisies
Feet crunched on the newly fallen, undisturbed snow as Emil walked through the park, grocery bags in his hands. 'Why the hell was I put on snack duty?' He thought. The Nordics had just finished their meeting and he was walking home from the store. Luckily, his favorite licorice was on sale! His mouth slightly watered, thinking about the delicious treat.
That was until he bumped into something that caused him to drop the bags into the damp snow bank.
Emil frowned "Hey. You should watch where you're going." An icy scowl took place of the neutral expression on his face.
He noticed that the stranger wore a black cloak and a mask over the upper part of their face which was thin and pale. Their pink lips were parted slightly, huffing air out in a white cloud.
The masked person's breathing was inconsistent and rough. They nodded and continued running.
Emil shrugged and continued home. Luckily, they had the Nordic meeting at his place. 'So after we're done,' Emil thought. 'I can just kick everyone out and enjoy my licorice ALONE!' A smirk flashed across his face but soon disappeared. He frowned down at the damp bags. Luckily, all of the snacks were sealed. He would have cursed the cloaked runaway to die a thousand deaths if his licorice was soiled.
As he walked through the front door of his home, he was greeted by a very anxious Mr. Puffin, who was interrogating him with his Boston accent.
"Did you get the stuff?" He whispered.
Emil pulled out the bag of carrots and tossed him one. Mr. Puffin flew away with his carrot muttering a quick thank you. Emil sighed and strode into the living room.
Raivis ran. That's all he could do after all. A shaggy, black cloak draped across his shoulders fluttered behind him as the cold winter air nipped at his face. He kept running, and occasionally he checked behind him to see if -he- was following.
Warm salty tears ran down his face as he sprinted toward the border. He wasn't aware of the rock jutting out if the ground until his foot collided with it. He tripped, sending himself into the earth. The snow was numb and cold against his skin.
The tears kept coming. His long blue fingers clutched at the cloak, pulling it back over his honey blonde locks.
He shivered, a gust of cold, sharp wind had whipped up the snow around him, making the cold blizzard appear more vicious.
Raivis stood. His weak legs almost buckled from under him. He kept running.