Prologue
Today was a busy day at the train station. Trains came and went, so did their travellers. In hurry or not, they were walking towards their destination.
Among these travellers you wouldn't notice him. Not that you would anyway of course. You wouldn't notice him because he was practically invisible, useable to the human eye.
A blond boy, that looked shorter because of his cowering figure. Wearing a red, maple leaf hoodie (his favourite). His slightly curled, shoulder long hair wavering on his head, with every step he took, one hair sticking out rebelliously. Huge, frightened purple eyes, with a hint of nervousness in them, hidden behind a silver frame. yes, he was quit the cutie to be seen, if you could that is.
Walking unnoticed towards his train, clenching his stuffed teddy bear ( a polar bear) tighter as he approached the huge vehicle that would transport him over the border. Back to Amerika.
He wished he could stay here instead, stay in Canada, not that he had that many friends that would miss him, but he would miss the country itself.
On the other hand, staying in Canada would mean two things:
1: he wound be able see his brother
2: he wouldn't be able to go to the world academy, his school of choice
He sighted, the negative sides of staying her outweighed the good side by a lot. There was no way aroud it, he'd just have to board the train and…
O dear maple, the train…
While in his thoughts about leaving or not, he had totally forgotten the time, if he wanted to make it, he'd have to run and fast.
While running, he bumped into a lot of people, muttering a silent: "sorry". As he went along. Unknown to him, this left a trail of people who didn't know what they walked into just a second ago.
A whistle went, the train was about to leave! But before the doors could close, Mathew managed to slip in.
He had made it.
Seating himself next to a window, Mathew relaxed. From now on things would be easy, right?
The train began to roll, before Mathew could fall asleep out of exhaustion and anticipation he whispered:
"Amerika, here I come…"
So, the prologues are always the shortest right? Right….
So…
A hetalia fic? I guess so? Don't know when I'm going to update next, but I'll try to do it every week.
It has been a while since I wrote, it's my first time writing hetalia, English isn't my primary language, I'm dyslectic…. To sum it all up, comments are always appreciated, but do not flame to much please!
Also, future warnings:
Pairings, PruCan, UsUk and side pairings
Maybe some self-harm? Maybe.