ok i dont own hetalia, or francis's weirdness

Alfred swung his practice sword high. The evening sun glistening off of his sweat drenched tan muscles we rippling with effort. His giant practice sword weighed three times more then times more than a normal long sword, and had a longer reach. He was still practicing oblivious to the very shy young sprit watching behind the large maple tree to his swung the large weapon one last time before gathering his belongings and disappearing into the dense forest. It was just beginning to become dark as he made his way past the giant oaks. Each step resonating of the dense canopy of leaves like the march of hundreds. He was beginning to panic because it was getting dark, the lush forest throwing shadows of men long ago dead. The wind moaning in the pain of those that had fallen to the deadly wisps of the forest, doomed to forever wander searching for a way quickened his pace and in his haste he lost track of the path.

" o'god of gods protect me" he chanted the prayer like a mantra.

"lost your way, no?" a voice called in he distance.

"Who's there" he replied he tension dripping off his words, he. Pulled his sword free I'd it's sheath. "no need to worry mon amie" replied the voice "I do not wish to harm you Cheir, I doubt I could if I wanted to" and with that a blond man with strange clothing stepped out of the shadows to his right.

" stay right where you are" Alfred replied harshly. The man raised his hand as if to surrender " as I said mon cheir I mean no harm, my name is Francis bonofoy, and you are?" " the name is Alfred F. Jones" he replied slightly lowering his sword.

" oh so your the one" Francis replied.

" what is meant by that?" Alfred questioned the man.

" nothing you need to concern your self with yet my dear" before he could react, he was hit over the head with a large tree branch.

Meanwhile, by the big oak tree, Matthew sat contemplating going home. His papa was waiting for him and it would be impolite to keep the man waiting. On the other hand he wished he could stay forever watching the oblivious boy practice. ~ his name is Alfred ~ Matthew thought as he watched his final swing. ~ I should get going now~ he thought with a sigh but couldn't help but watch him pack up and begin to leave. His eyes never straying from the enchanting mans face. And with a final check Alfred was gone. Matthew had plans to follow him but before he could he heard the tiniest of voices,

" who?" " Matthew " he instantly responded.

"who are you?" he asked as a tiny polar bear hoped out. " you shouldn't be here, where's your mama?"

"gone"

" where did she go little one?"

" died" Matthew covered his mouth.

"that's so sad" he commented tears in his eyes.

"hungry" the bear countered "food".

"ok"he replied "as soon as you tell me your name".

"Kumajaro"the bear said. "who are you?" Matthew puzzled at this.

"I just told you I'm Matthew".

"who?" replied the bear.

"the one who is going to feed you!" he yelled in frustration.

i wrote this a while ago and i want some feed back. so dont leave me hangin broski!

CUPCAKE!