Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
Maple Leaves and Gilbirds
By: blueboxgirl19
Prologue
The old man walked up to the grave silently. He was carrying a small box that contained two coffees. He slowly shuffled down the beaten path and eventually came up to an old maple tree with a weathered rock next to it. The old man lowered himself to the ground, his back leaning on the rock. He opened the box and took out the coffees. He then reached into his pocket and produced a small bottle of maple syrup, twisted off the cap and began pouring the sweet treat into the coffees. A warm breeze surrounded the old man making him chuckle. He set one of the coffees down and took a sip of his own.
The townsfolk see him down there every day. He would stay there all day, just leaning on the rock. Everyone knew why he was there, it wasn't a mystery, but every once and awhile a child would come up to him and ask what he was doing. He would look up, smile, and reply:
"I am waiting for my little bird to come back to me."
A\N: Hi everyone! Okay this is my first multi chapter serious fanfic…. So… please don't be mean. Yeah I know it is a short prologue, but I promise that the chapters will be longer. Reviews and critiques are always accepted, I need you all to be able to read this without frustration, so if you see anything that bothers you feel free to leave me something telling me how you need it changed or whatever.