Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

So, it's been a while since I wrote anything, let alone here. Well, hopefully this will be worth any wait!

Chapter one

"I'm glad that you could come over, what with how busy ye have been," Scotland commented as he looked up to the night sky with his boyfriend Norway.

"Ya…I've been thinking about us, and since I'm not sure how the best way to put this is I'll just say it. I think it's time we stopped," Norway commented abruptly. The two of them had been dating for a while, and Norway was at Scotland's house to visit. Norway had been thinking for a while on their relationship, and had finally decided that now was as good a time as any to put an end to it.

"What do you mean? I thought that everything was going fine?" Scotland asked confused. In all honesty, the idea of them breaking up came out of the blue. They had done everything expected of a couple, and he thought that they had a happy relationship. He genuinely thought that Norway was happy with their relationship too. So then why did Norway suddenly want to break up with him? An idea then came to him as he asked, "Did Denmark put you up to this? you always have had a 'special' relationship with your brother."

"I just need some time alone for a while. Not in a relationship with anyone, understand?" Norway answered.

"Really. But then what did I do wrong?" Scotland asked, convinced that Norway was simply trying to spare his feelings and that there was something he did wrong. Since he felt he could tell Norway anything he then whispered out, "Yer one of the few people who I can trust. Who I care for. I don't want to lose that!"

Norway sighed and looked up to the night sky from his place. There were plenty of stars out for them to see, and a meteor shower erupted in the sky. At last he answered, "There's plenty of stars in the sky if you chose to look. The same goes for people. You are a good man, Scotland. I'm sure that if you keep yourself open to the idea someone will come into your heart for you to love. I wish you all the luck in the world for that to come true."

With this said, Norway left before he found himself stuck from Scotland's expressions; leaving the Scotsman to stand on his porch lost for words. As he watched Norway leave, he then brought his attention to the meteor shower and commented, "There may be plenty of stars and plenty of people, but I bet anyone would have as hard a time finding one who shines as brightly as you."

His eyes then widened when he noticed one of the meteors land close to his house followed by an urge to go to it. He could not fully explain it; it was simply like it cried out to him for help. So without leaving any note or even time to lock his door he walked towards the direction it fell and into the darkness of the surrounding forest.

It took Scotland as while, he did not know how long he had looked in the forest, but he eventually found where the star fell. However, it did not look like he would have expected from a fallen star. Science-based shows had told him that a falling star which crashes to earth looked like a rock, but the one he found looked instead like raw energy trying to determine a form for itself. The oddest part about it was that it seemed to be crying.

"H-hello?" Scotland asked confused by the sight as he tried to both shield his eyes from the light and look at his surroundings. He then realized that the star fell on a mound of supernatural power, which he could only assume was causing the strange occurrence.

"Who are you?" the star asked in a voice which sounded like a young woman's.

"My name's Scotland. Are you one of the stars which fell a little while ago?" Scotland answered then asked.

The being of energy seemed to almost nod. Scotland then continued, "So then why did you fall?"

"A person nearby wished on me to find you," the star answered bluntly. Scotland blushed slightly at this as he realized that it must have heard Norway's wish. He subconsciously scratched the side of his head to get rid of some of the nervous energy.

"What are those things on your sides? The ones that keep moving," the star asked.

"You mean my arms and legs?" Scotland asked as he pointed to both.

"And this place around us?"

"This is the forest behind my house. Or I guess by now the mountain behind my neighborhood."

"There are so many more things to look at and see on this thing than in the sky," the star commented, then looked up to the sky. For a moment, Scotland could have sworn that the star looked sad.

"Do you miss the sky already?"

"No, but I do miss the comfort of my fellow stars. I wonder if they know I fell."

Scotland felt a little bad for the star separated from its friends. Perhaps it was because of his recent break up with Norway, but part of him could understand the star's desire to be with others at that moment. He then found himself trying to think of a way to help it. While England had the larger library on magic, Scotland did have a few books and tricks on the subject. And he figured if there were ways to make stars fall then there must be ways to them rise again.

But first he needed to find a way to do that. With this in mind, he began to head back to his house to find a cure, only to stop when he felt a spark of energy grab at his sleeve and beg, "Please don't leave me here alone."

"I need to find a way to help you get back into the sky. I guess if ye can move by yerself ye can come with," Scotland explained.

If beings of energy could smile, this one did. It then began to follow Scotland through the forest to his house, as Scotland tried to understand how any of this could have happened. He was so engrossed in these thoughts that he did not realize the star grow dim and slow down until it called out to him.

"What's wrong?" Scotland asked as he looked over his shoulder to the star. His eyes widened as he saw the being quiver and shrink in on itself; the once vibrant white light now a deep red.

"I'm sorry, but if I go much farther then I can't stay in this form. I'll need to change my form into a different body."

"It's fine, go back to where you landed and I'll come back when I found a way to help you," Scotland answered.

"No!" the star called out frantically, "What if you never find a way and I'm stuck in the forest alone forever. Please, I want to stay with you until I can go home."

"But how can you do that if you can't go any farther?" Scotland asked.

The star seemed to contemplate something for a few minutes, then reply, "From the sky I saw lots of beings that looked like you. And this seems like a place where impossible things can happen. Maybe if I release some of my energy in a specific way I can form a suitable body."

Scotland nodded that it was an idea, but he was not sure how possible it was. At last he bit at his finger until it bled and replied, "Then let me help you. My blood should give your new form an anchor and hopefully help you make one."

With this said, he walked up to the being and placed his bleeding finger into the being of energy. As he did so, the being released its energy to recreate itself. Scotland pulled his hand away just in time to stop himself from burning, but even so the shockwave from the release was enough to fling him off his feet and the sudden burst of light to be the last thing he saw.

Scotland was not sure how long he had been knocked out, but for some reason it was the noise of something small crying for assistance which woke him up. Slowly, he tried to look at his surroundings to find the source of the crying, only to realize that his world was suddenly filled with a blackness. He blinked his eyes rapidly in an attempt to focus his eyes, but it did not help.

"Hello? Star?" Scotland asked confused as he got to his hands and knees. He could still feel the forest floor beneath him, and he could sense that he was still in his country. A few feet away from him was the only faint light he could see; a small form which looked almost like an infant.

"WWWAAAAA!" the crying from the object grew louder in response his calling out for the star.

"Someone please tell me that crying isn't coming from who I think it is," Scotland mumbled as he crawled closer to its source. A few minutes later, his large, calloused hand brushed up against a tiny smooth one. As he touched the hand the crying tuned down to a whimper, only to stop completely as Scotland picked the small child up.

"…Blind, carrying a small child, and somewhere in a forest alone…dammit."