This is just a little thing that I thought about after seeing an adorable picture of a toddler version of Belgium. It was very cute, so I came up with this story. Later chapters will probably be rated higher, so I will leave this at T for the moment. Please R&R! SpainBelgium, of course~
The little blonde girl stared up at her older brother, wide-eyed. Her striking green eyes shined brightly up at him in the morning sun. She looked confused and scared as she tilted her head to one side. She shivered as a cold breeze blew through her tiny body and she wrapped her shawl tighter around herself.
"Frère aîné?'' she asked quietly, blinking away a small tear. Her older brother chuckled softly and patted her head lightly. He knelt down in front of his younger sibling.
"Maak je geen zorgen, Belle, I'll be back soon," he told her.
"But where are you going?" she pouted, knowing full well where he was going. He was going off to fight someone again. Every time he came back he would have some new injury and she would have to take care of him. Why couldn't her brother just stay with her? She hated being alone more than anything and being the only person in the house at the time made her feel very lonely. Her brother just chuckled again and smiled lightly. He stood up and looked around at where they were: it was late autumn at his house. Little Belle had chased him out into the garden carrying only a little shawl, not caring at all about the cold weather. He sighed and looked back at their house: it was small to say the least. He hadn't been winning much recently and if he was going to keep Belle safe and cared for, he needed to get some money fast. The nanny that he had hired for Belgium only came several times a week now. It was all he could pay for. He ran his fingers through his spiky hair and sighed only to hear the quiet sobbing of his little sister a moment later.
"I...I don't want to be all alone!" she whispered, covering her eyes with her tiny hands, "It's scary," she sniffed. Netherlands scowled and fixed the red ribbon around his sister's head.
"Now Belle," he said seriously but softly, "if you want to be a strong country one day, you have to learn how to take care of yourself." He stroked the top of her head lightly and smiled a little, "I'm sorry I leave you alone, but you are growing up now and soon you'll have to take care of other countries, alright?" he said. He spoke halfheartedly, not really caring what he meant as long as she went back inside. But he had no such luck this morning. Belgium just got even more teary-eyed and started to stutter.
"B-b-b-but...!" Belgium whispered. Netherlands sighed again and gruffly picked up his sack, turning away from his little sister. If he didn't leave soon, she would just get herself sick from crying too much in the cold weather. He didn't get more than several steps before Belle ran up behind him and hugged him. He grumbled and pried the little nation away from his legs.
"Be a good girl, Belgium," he said, not turning around.
Belgium watched her older brother walk away passed the hills and continued to watch him as he continued down the country path. She gripped the edges of her shawl tightly.
"Big brother!" she yelled loudly as he disappeared from view. She waited several minutes for a reply, but received none. Little Belle looked around the empty garden and pouted. Now she was all alone. But, for once, her brother's words had struck a cord with her. "I will get big and strong!" she said, nodding once and wiping her eyes. Her lower lip quivered, but she didn't cry. Instead, she sniffed loudly and walked back into her house, closing the door behind her.
And now it's time for a FRENCH and DUTCH lesson! WOO!
Frère aîné: Big Brother
Maak je geen zorgen: Don't worry
Yaaay!
I hope you all enjoyed this first part of this silly little story. I don't know when I will update, but I hope you will continue to read when I do. It is about 12:09 am here and I haven't done my homework yet...Woops!
I will introduce another ChibiCute nation in the next chapter, so be prepared! ^_^
