AN/Alright...We all know I am a fan of Hetalia and I used to write Naruto stories. Well guys...I needed to write a Homestuck fic. Needed. This is a Sad!Stuck so if you dont like that...sorry...please leave u-u you have been warned.

Pairings: John x Karkat, Dave x Terezi, Kanaya x Rose...Jade...I dont know if shes going to be paired with anyone.

Also! some of my keys are broken cause I sprayed my computer last night with spray paint and tried cleaning it up. Sorry if there is grammar mistakes and what not due to this. I have to copy and paste quotations when I want some one to talk xD. Anyways...

Disclaimer! All characters belong to Hussie.

Enjoy

Your name is John. You were always so careful not to introduce to anyone who you were with your full name. Your father always made it clear to you that you were not to tell anyone where you lived or your last name. You never really understood. You were only seven when someone finally wanted to talk to you.

You were just sitting in the park, watching the other kids run around with friends and talking to strangers who simply got up from where they were playing and become new friends. Your father would always tell you that you weren't to talk to other kids. He ensured you that it wasn't anything you did or was doing but that it was just dangerous and you were his only kid. Dad really had a way to love you. Sometimes he tried to keep you from going to the park you loved so much.

But you'd go anyways. There was a rumor going around that there was a game coming out soon called "Sburb" and you were always dying to ask about it. It sounded so interesting but no one cared to say anything to you. The wind sweeps around your feet and bring you standing. You were careful not to overuse it because although the other kids thought it was cool, their parents would stone you. Your bruises and cuts would sting every time you used your wind powers.

You had trouble walking on the ground like the other kids because flying around is all you knew. Dad had said something about you being like this since he found you. He loved you anyways. The other adults were another story. You tried walking once in awhile so you could blend in but again, you had troubles. Kids would ask as you approached if something was wrong with your legs. You'd lie. You confirm their question.

A couple of adults pulled away some of the children. The mark on your chest burned when they did. They remembered you from a few days ago. There was a large scar running across your chest that reminded you of two gusts of wind. It was still fresh, bandaged, and pulsing. Your eyes never stopped following the youngest of the adults who carried away a kid who thought was truly your friend. They said you hurt him and that you were dangerous…so the old man inflicted the wound on you. The blonde boy looked back at you and waved. He would grow up to be a cool kid one day. His look resembled apologetic for what his brother did to him. The boy had told you before that his guardian was his brother and he got out of hands sometimes. It didn't change the fact you were hurt.

There was one child left in the park. She stood tall, a pumpkin etched on her shirt, and circle glasses. She had a small ball in her hand that was blue and gray clouds. Her hair was long and black and she smiled sweetly at you.

"Jade Harley." She introduced. You stammered and didn't think.

"John Egbert." You blurted back then grinned big. It was the first time you had the chance to talk to someone else besides the blonde. It felt like you talked to the blonde boy thousands of times but you know it was only once. Your teeth poked through your lips and Jade giggled then handed you the ball. The earth under you felt like it moved but it was probably your imagination. You weren't used to standing on the earth is all.

"I know that." Jade laughed then corrected herself. "I mean I saw you saying that-In my dream. Oh dear that sounds weird. Ah well John that's for you. Happy birthday H-John." You take the ball and carefully hold it to your chest. The temperature around you gets warmer, but that's normal behavior for summer evenings.

Jade turns to leave and before you could say anything; she was gone. She didn't have a footprint and you didn't see her up close but you were sure she wasn't as young as you first thought. How did some stranger know your birthday was today?

You took the long way home that night. Not because you didn't want to be home but because you were tired and you wanted the wind to take you. It glided you all the way through alleys and backways. You were comforted holding that ball to your chest with your eyes closed. You almost fell asleep in the arms of the wind.

You burst in to your home, careful not to move your ball from over your chest, and greeted your father loudly. Usually there would be an instant response. There was none. You knew where he was at all times though—the kitchen. You breezed into the kitchen, with a giant smile, and started talking only to see him not there as well. The bedroom! Once again you blew into his room and hovered at the door.

That was the day you became truly alone.

Even as a memory you could remember the smell of iron and the looks of the room. You couldn't find a body but you knew what had happened. You were kicked out of the home you lived in and all you had to your name was that small ball. They took everything. You were thirteen now and today marked the 5th anniversary of your father's death. You couldn't make a grave anywhere to honor him. They would come by and tear it down.

Although no matter where you put it, another set of flowers accompanied it. The first day was some red flowers and then a wild pair of green ones the next. It was the same each time you had to move to another site. You wanted to have a place where your dad could call home. You giggled each time you moved the site because you pretended you were moving as a family.

You slept in the trees every night and never the same one. You moved where your dad was. You never saw who would come and bring flowers even though you watched it faithfully. You loved your dad.

You never imagined you'd be alone.

"Hey fuckass!" a rough voice called from below the bottom of the tree. You looked down and even though you knew trolls were common on this planet, you were still shocked to see one. His sign on his shirt was cancer and his expression was sour. Maybe you were in his territory? You were chased out before. It was nothing new. His horns were small nubs on the top on his head and his fangs grit against each other.

You didn't move from your branch. You knew it was too dangerous. You used your wind ability to go up a branch or two more and laughed down at him. "Am I in your territory Mr. troll?"

He just growled. There wasn't rage in his eyes but he glanced over at your creation for your father. Before he could think of touching it you fall from the tree and land on him. You grab the wallet and hat and captchalogue it. It sits quietly next to the ball and you try to fly away.

It was too late.

You were caught at the ankle.

You failed to keep your promise to your father to be safe.

AN/Yup...I did that.