I know I was working on another story, but this idea hit me, and I had to write it. It's a multi chapter Mordern Fantasy AU. I need to get it out of my system.

The title of the story is Latin for "Marvelous Love" or "Strange love"

'Mirabilis' is the word 'miracle' came from so it basically it means a love that is not normal. Though however not normal it is, it is rare and hard to obtain.

Hopefully the chapter can get longer after this one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Mirabilis Amare

Part 1: The Discovery

The first time I found the flower was on accident.

I had only been living in America for 8 months, yet I had already managed to get on the bad side of some bad people. I was ashamed, to say the least. It was the reason I had left the Netherlands in the first place: to escape the wrath of dangerous people. To be exact, angry drug dealers and their gangs. I told myself I would stay away from those kind of people.

Yet, there I was, on a cold, November night, in some random alley dealing with some scraggly, old man I didn't even know, to buy some weed. It had barely been a month since my last smoke. I hated how that wasn't really long at all, not as long as I wanted it to be. I'd been trying to quit, but smoking was so damn addicting. I needed it like I needed to breathe, needed to eat.

'Like I need a cup of coffee 'cause damn it's cold.'

Anyways, I'm standing here listening to all the offers and deals the man has, when there's a bark.

"Shit." The man whispers, "Those damn bastards using dogs to sniff me out. Those fuckin' cheaters." He quickly tossed the bag into a nearby trashcan. The beam from a flashlight fills the alley.

"Hey! Stop! Police! Put your hands up!"

"If I were you kid," the man started,

"I'd run!"

He sprinted away. Pretty fast too. Didn't know the old man had it in him. He should be proud.

"Police!"

Oh, yeah, that.

I took off.

The bang of metal hitting the ground told me that they found the weed, but there was obviously more than one policeman 'cause I was being chased. I ran towards the wooded area in a nearby park, so I could hide in there.

Once I was pretty deep into the woods, I found the biggest tree, and began climbing. I climbed until I couldn't go higher, because the branches were too small to support my weight.

"Police!"

Tch. How annoying.

Why do police run around yelling "Police!"? I don't go around screaming "Abel! Abel!" at people, so why do they do that? I know you're a police officer. The uniform and loud car with sirens is practically screaming, "Police!" almost as loud as you are.

I sat silently, so not to draw attention to myself. The policeman chasing me was round. Even if he saw me, he wouldn't be able to climb.

'But he could call back up. Or shoot you out of the tree.' My pessimistic-self reminded me.

The policeman didn't see me, though. He called on his walkie talkie contraption, telling his partner,

"Lost him." Then he left.

I waited until I was sure he was gone (almost an hour, to diffuse my paranoid-ness) to slowly turn and begin to climb down, but then, something caught my attention.

At the end of a branch, was a tulip bud.

"What the hell?" I wondered out loud. I was almost 99.99% sure that tulips didn't grow on trees. I stared at it some more and I noticed, this wasn't a normal flower. I couldn't believe my eyes. I scooted as close as I could get; I could touch it if I wanted to. I looked closely.

"Wha..."

The tulip, I expected, would be purple or yellow or pink or any reasonable color, but this tulip wasn't. It was several. It changed, fading from a soft yellow, to an intense red, and again to a deep violet. But even the color wasn't solid. It looked like waves of...something. As if it were magic and magical dust was giving its magical color. It even had a faint glow.

It was beautiful.

I reached out a hand to touch it. My fingertips touched the petals, and I didn't believe I had ever felt anything so soft...and warm? The flower was getting brighter and heating up- HOLY SHIT THAT'S HOT!

I yanked by hand back. As soon as my hand left, the light faded. I stared for a moment, until exhaustion hit me and my head suddenly dropped forward. I snapped it back up and decided to go home and sleep. I glanced at the flower one last time and began to descend the tree. As I walked home I caressed my hand, the one that touched the tulip, and wondered what had just happened.

I hurt him. I am sorry. It has been too long. I couldn't contain my excitement. I did not mean to burn him. I could not control it. It was the bonding.

I sigh.

His fingers were very warm. Hopefully, he will caress me again.

I came back. This time, however, the flower seemed...darker. The colors weren't bright.

"Are you sad, or what?" The question slipped from my mouth. I raised an eyebrow at myself.

"Talking to flowers that grow in trees? Maybe I did buy weed last light, and this is all a hallucination."

Curious as to why the usual color was lacking, I hesitantly remembered the last night.

"Don't burn me this time." I muttered.

My finger had barely touched the flower when it exploded with color. I kept touching the flower, waiting for the blinding light and burning heat, but it never came. Bright colors were practically emitting from the flower.

"Hm. Can flowers be perverted? You sure do like being touched."

The tulip grew brighter, pulsing, as if laughing.

I felt my mouth threatening to smile, but I managed to repress it.

"Maybe it's just weird, magic tulips."

I returned the next day. Then again, the next. Everyday. For weeks. Even when I was exhausted from working, I went. It's like I was drawn to the little tulip bud.

I didn't know why.

But then, on Friday, the weather forecast called for storms. Bad ones.

I went to see the tulip. The clouds were already building.

I sat on the branch staring at the tulip. It changed from a pale green to a sickly yellow.

"Nervous for the storm, right?"

The tulip brightened slightly, agreeing.

Is there some kind of award or medal for being able to read a flowers emotions? I deserve that award.

Still, the relationship I had with the tulip bud was weird. It was a flower, for goodness sake! Who has a relationship with a flower? I was alone in America, and my only friend, my best friend, was a flower.

'Apparently, me.' I thought, sighing. The tulip pulsed, questionably.

"It's nothing." I said.

I left, promising to return.

I couldn't explain the strange feeling in my gut. I was nervous, anxious. I didn't know why.

The storm is arriving. Perhaps this is their revenge. They know my location, and now they seek to destroy me. If only they could open their hearts and forgive. If only they stopped trying to kill me. They should have learned that I am not a force easily erased.

I believe they may never stop.

However, I am strong. I am not alone.

The bonding was not complete, but there was enough. He will know to find me. I believe it.

I only regret the pain he will feel.

When I returned home, I lied on the sofa, closing my eyes. I felt sick. Why was I so scared? Thunder rolled softly in the background. Rain started to splatter my window. I was lulled into sleep by the soft tapping and quiet rumbles.

Suddenly, there was a flash. I jolted upright. While thunder wasn't too bad, I hated lightning. It was darker outside, and the rain was harder. The temperature dropped, and raindrops became splinters of ice.

Worst of all, was the feeling in my gut.

Pure terror.

Ignoring any voice of reason or doubt, I jumped up and threw my coat on, running outside.

I couldn't see where I was going. Ice pelted me. I was cold and wet and every flash of lightning jolted me a bit. I never stopped running. Suddenly, I stopped. It was strange, like I wasn't the one controlling my body.

I recognized where I was. The tree. I swallowed and began to scale the tree, but when I reached the branch, there was no tulip.

The panic I felt didn't feel like my own.

I quickly climbed back down, jumping when I felt I was close enough to the ground. I cursed as my ankle slipped on ice and twisted painfully. I thrashed about, searching.

The base. The base.

I didn't stop to question why I was hearing a voice in my head, but listened to it instead. I went to the base of the tree, looking around. The ice was stabbing. It came from all direction. Almost like it was directed exactly at me.

The root.

I looked and looked. My finger were turning blue and my teeth were chattering. Finally, underneath a root of the tree, I found it.

The tulip bud, half frozen, with petals falling off.

I grabbed it quickly and opened my coat and tucked it into my chest pocket. I buttoned my coat back up and stood, shaking. I needed to get home and fast. I ran.

Ba-Dump Ba-Dump Ba-Dump

Ice thaws and melts. Warmth. Yes. This warmth is pleasant. This human is pleasant. I wish to stay here. Always warm.

Ba-Dump Ba-Dump Ba-Dump

His heartbeat. I can feel it. So strong. Yet, weakening. I am sorry. His hurting is my fault. So sorry. My power returns slowly.

Ba-Dump Ba-Dump Ba-Dump

I relax, listening. The heart is calming. Ah yes~ I believe I have found my favorite lullaby. This heartbeat. Only this heartbeat. I am sleepy, but I will not rest until he is warm again. I will make him warm again.

My precious Abel

By the time I reached my home, I was frozen and half-unconscious. I ducked inside. I was so tired, but I couldn't stay like this. I took off my coat and shoes. I walked to the living area. I placed the tulip on the coffee table and proceeded to remove all my clothes. I then grabbed several throw blankets and wrapped them around myself.

I was still shaking. It only grew worse. I couldn't get warm. Desperately, I lay back on the couch curling up in my cocoon of blankets, but it wasn't enough. It was too cold. I was too cold. I was freezing to death, slowly slipping out of consciousness.

Then, there was a rattle, and the sound of something falling. Strange noises filled the room, as if wind was blowing. There were voices and whispers in a language I could not understand, creating music and a strange melody filled the room. I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I was too far from consciousness. Suddenly, a light so bright that I could see it through my eyelids filled the room. Then it was gone.

It was silent. Then footsteps approached me. I was scared. I wanted to scream, but I don't believe I could've. The chattering of my teeth would have chopped my tongue off if I tried to make a sound. The steps stopped right in front of me.

Instead of being brutally murdered, like I expected, soft, warm hands were gently caressing my face. The magnificent warmth began spreading to my whole body, thawing me out. Something pressed against my forehead. Then a soft, gentle, melodic voice:

"Thank you."

I slipped deeper into sleep, lulled by a beautiful voice singing a strange, hauntingly beautiful melody in a language I could not understand.

I hope you enjoyed

P.S. It's in the Netherlands' point of view if you weren't sure. Abel is his name in this story.

Thank you!