Hi all, this is the first story that I have the guts to publish here, please note that I use HeadCanon human names, Bruce being Australia, Victoria being Seychelles, Wellesley being New Zealand and not HeadCanon but Arthur being England.
please enjoy 3 the chapters will be short but I hope to update them reguarly. (oh and I don't own hetalia)
my little fish
chapter 1
It started with a smile
He remembered the first time her saw her, it was embedded into his memory like the scars on his skin, unvanishing and deeply embedded. He saw her dancing, weaving her fingers through her hair and throwing her head back in glee. The sea lapping around her legs and fish jumping around her.
She looked truly happy with her long hair tied back with red ribbon and her dress tugged up ubove her knees.
She sung beautiful songs, her lips barely moving. The animals fell silent as if to listen, in awe of her songs. When she finally fell silent, the air filled with noises as if in protest to it ending.
He watched her cautiously, perching behind a nearby rock, like a predator preparing for a kill.
He had heard about her of course, from Wellesley and the others. Her name was Victoria. A gorgeous name he thought, but not nearly as gorgeous as her. The first he saw of her was six months ago in a picture Wellesley had given him. It was his attempt at matchmaking, the picture was in a box filled with the images of other nations.
Bruce always thought that Arthur had put him up to it, fed up of seeing him only with his animals or alone in the sea, it didn't matter of course. Of all the pictures in the box, one stood out. A small tanned girl, with long dark hair tied into pig tails, large glittering eyes and a shy smile tugging the edges of her mouth. The moment he saw the picture he knew he had to meet her. He didn't tell the others his plan, scared they would think his intentions were bad. They weren't of course, he just wanted to meet her, to see that smile for real, to be the reason for that smile, and to hear the laugh that came with it.
For months he planned, gathering the information that he could. She kept fish as pets, enjoyed singing, cooking and was set to being enrolled in the world academy at the end of the year.
He wimpered slightly as he watched her spin, revealing her uppermost thigh to him. A blush crept up his neck and face as he watched her.
Scrunching his eyes together tightly he whispered her name, inaudable to all but himself. He slumped further behind the rocks and sighed. He knew she came here often and so would he, talking to her would come another day, he would have to be smooth, gentlemanly, charming, everything Arthur had tried to instil into him and all that he was not. For now he was happy simply watching.
He didn't see her smile at the brown haired boy as she wandered up the beach towards her small home.