Hi! This is gonna be me having a crack at writing another multi-chap fic. The last one, in my opinion hit a dead end, and I don't want to have to take down another story! Well, anyways, I hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters in this story.

It was long ago, before I knew about my blue blood, that I was free. I lived with a poor farmer and his wife back then, and life had been a lot simpler. The only things I had to worry about were my few chores, and then I could go out and play in the fields. It was wonderful back then.

Mama and Papa said they'd found me. They were so happy, and they loved me so much. They couldn't have any children of their own, but they so desperately wanted to. Why does fate curse people like that? They render people who would be lovely parents incapable of having children, and the ones who don't want children, like prostitutes, who become pregnant, and abandon their children.

I always thought I was the son of a whore. But I didn't care. I had the most loving parents in the world, even if they weren't really related to me. I never in a million years expected to be the 'Long Lost Prince of Austria'.

My best friend back then was a boy called Vash Zwingli. He had a little sister called Lilli, and his family was poor too. We used to do everything together. We battled evil dragons, and saved damsels in distress, who were played by Lilli. Neither of us wanted to be the damsel.

But most times, it was just me and Vash. We were practically inseparable, and even though he got mad a lot, and yelled at me when I got food on my face, or got hurt or beaten up by Elizaveta, who was a really scary girl who lived nearby, I knew he cared, and was worried about me.

No-one cares about me now. The King and Queen, who I refuse to think of as Mum and Dad, don't even pay attention to me now. Whenever I want to spend time with them, and get to know them – we barely even know each other – They say, in their snooty, posh, royal voices: "Not now, Roderich, we're busy. Go and play the piano or your violin for us, or practice your French.". Busy doing what? Sitting around in your fancy chairs letting your servants do all the work? Mama and Papa were busier in a day than you two have been in your whole lives!

There are only two good things about being a Prince. The first is my instruments. They're both wonderful. I feel like I escape to a different world when I play them, and it's so much fun to make up your own songs! I don't mind practicing them at all, and I hate it when advisors dray me away to do official princely business.

The second is my glasses. I always wondered why the world was fuzzy as a child, and I remember I once voiced this question to Vash. His reply was: "It's not." I was beyond confused,but I understand completely now. It makes me sad to think that I didn't know what Mama, Papa, Vash, Lilli, – even Elizaveta! – really looked like. And I probably never will.

Vash. Even in fuzziness he was beautiful. I know I'm not supposed to say that about another male, but it's true. In the fourteen years I lived with Mama and Papa, he was the best thing. I wanted to kiss him more than once, and I never wanted to kiss anyone else. Right now, I'm months away from becoming an adult, and I want to run away, somewhere far away from here, and do even more than just kiss him. If he wanted that, that is.

It would be nice to run away, and be free again.

Vash… Liebling... I miss you.

I think I'm gonna update quicker than I usually do, on this story, AustriaXSwitzerland (or SwitzerlandXAustria, I don't really care either way) is my new OTP...

So... Please review, or I'll... Go back on my promise, and I won't update quickly! MWAHAHA! Nah, I'm just kidding. BUt please review and tell me what you think, and whether this story is worth continuing.