Alright so I've recently become a big fan of Hetalia and I saw this fan art of baby America (he's so cute!) looking sad. The author of the picture said that they had learned in History class that Britain had neglected America and BAM I got the idea for this one shot!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
"Ma'am?"
The maid looked up from her needlework to see the little boy.
"Yes Alfred?" She said with a hint of annoyance. The little country had interrupted her when she was working on an important part of her needlework.
"I was just wondering when Mr. Kirkland was coming to visit." The little boy said as he looked down at the ground.
"Oh." Mr. Kirkland had been neglecting Alfred lately. It was starting to take a toll on the little boy because he looked up to Mr. Kirkland so much.
"Sorry Alfred, we haven't received any word from Mr. Kirkland about coming to visit." Alfred's face filled with disappointment.
"That's okay, I don't really care if he does, I was just curious." He started to walk away.
The maid knew he was really just trying to convince himself he didn't care. The poor boy, his fatherly figure didn't care for him much anymore. He was trying to put on a brave front even though his heart was broken.
"Alfred?"
The boy stopped walking and turned to face the maid.
"Yes ma'am?"
"It is very foolish of Mr. Kirkland not to visit you. If I were him, I would visit you whenever I had the chance." Alfred smiled.
"Thank you ma'am. I would visit myself too."
"Of course you would!" The maid laughed.
"I would visit you too." Alfred said to the maid.
The maid stopped laughing. No one had ever said that to her.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because you're always very nice to me. You're the closest thing I have to a big sister."
The maid's eyes went watery. Her little brother had died in a carriage accident two years ago.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Oh, don't cry!" Alfred said with concern. "Here," He reached into his pocket and took out a handkerchief. "Use this."
Alfred climbed on to the maid's lap and dabbed her eyes.
"Do you think Mr. Kirkland felt the same way you do right now when he adopted me?"
The maid looked down at the little boy. His innocent blue eyes stared at her with curiosity and hope.
"Alfred F. Jones, there is no way Mr. Kirkland adopted you and did not feel a warm glow inside of him like I do right now." And with that the little boy wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big hug. The maid hugged back.
Thanks for reading! Review Please!