Authors Note: A story for Hetalia
Characters : francis (France), Antonio (Spain), The Roman Empire, and Arthur (The target; England)
"Wooden Crush"
I took up the small wooden bunny I had crafted long ago and felt myself go back to that day…
"Grandpa, I need help, the ears look funny." I complained. He chuckled and took the wooden creation in his large and powerful hands. "Your bunny looks fine." He assured me. "But he's fat," u complained. "Your bunny looks fine." He repeated. I groaned and he laughed at my pout. "You're your own worse critique." He snickered. "Why are you fretting over this, Francis? Why make it in the first place?" I felt a blush pull over me like a veil and his thunderous laugh shook the house. "Francis whoever it's for, they'll love it." I felt a smile tug at my lips as my face burned with embarrassment.
I was off then, Finished with my carving. I ran all the way to my destination. I reached the house and stopped dead in my tracks my brother, Antonio was sitting right next to my target They were having a conversation and they were laughing… I felt my stomach wrench at the site., jealousy filled me. Antonio hugged My target, Arthur and my heart snapped. It must have been loud. Antonio looked over. "Oh, Hey Francis!" His usual happy tone sounded. "What's up?" My target asked. I shoved the rabbit into my sleeve behind my back and forced a smile. "Oh, nothing, just walking around, ya know? Well, uhm, See ya!" I ran off and I cried. I was hurt.
Even now I haven't given this stupid thing to him. Back when I was eight I made that. Now I'm twenty six and I still think this bunny is fat. I wish my target would love me, Even though it's been so many years that's the only person I want. So many heart breaks. So many relationships ending in ruin whether they were good ones or not.
I threw the wooden bunny and it shattered now it could feel the shards and snaps I felt. Now it could see just how broken I was. Now it knew my pain.