Hello everyone! New story, and all rights reserved to rightful owners such as Hetalia but the idea plot is mine!
"Look sweetheart, look at the baby, our baby." Dr. Jones stared at the new parents. After so much screaming and sweat, the healthy baby had been delivered with care.
"Thank you doctor, uhhhh... Jones." The man read the young doctors name tag as he sighed a sigh of relief.
"No need to thank me, I was just doing my job." Dr. Jones smiled politely to the parents and was about to walk out the door when he heard the mother gasp. Immediately he turned towards the mother and asked if she was ok, or if anything hurt.
"No, I am fine, it's just, well..." she looked at her husband for help.
"-it's just that we were wondering if you could tell us your first name, doctor."
The doctor was skeptical since he wasn't used to patients asking for his name. "It's Alfred, sir." he then again flashed a polite smile, refraining from asking why.
"Alfred..." the mother stared at the sleeping baby with curls falling around his head. For a new born baby, he was born with a lot of hair. "Alfred James Feller. Oh honey, doesn't that name sound so fitting for our son?" she gazed at her baby, placing her finger within his grasp. Alfred Jones never really had-nor did he fully understand- that deep connection between the mother and the baby after delivery.
Sure, he probably did have it when he was born, but shortly after, he ended up at an orphanage. Left alone with nothing but a note tied to his basket with his name on it.
"Ma'am, I am flattered." he really was flattered, since these people didn't know anything about him, except for his name...
"Again thank you doctor, for delivering our baby." the mother smiled and leaned her head on her husband's chest as they saw the baby's chest rise and fall with every breathe he breathed in and out.
"My pleasure, but I hope you all do well, and if you excuse me, I must tend to other matters." the doctor politely said, not wanting to be rude.
"Oh yes, we are sorry." the mother apologized and watched the doctor walk away.
"You too will experience the gift of a new life in your life, so don't fret... Alfred..." she spoke as in a trance and by then, the doctor had walked out the door, unknown to the beaming of light surround him.
Eating lunch at the roof top was real normal for Arthur Kirkland, since it was the only place he could be alone- and since he is the only one who knew how to sneak there. Arthur was tired of all the people he was forced to see 5 days a week, which for him, was far too much for the young man.
More than anything, he detested the presence of a particular group of friends that paroled the school, known as The Bad Touch Trio, which consisted of:
Francis Bonney, who was from France and had to most annoying accent in the work, damn he didn't know how he would have to put up a couple more of weeks with that. Then there was Gilbert Beildshmit, who always claims to be "awesome" and Prussian, with a huge tattoo of the fallen empire's flag on his back. Them the least of a nuisance of the three was, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, a Spanish student, who loves to be around the worst of the Italian twins at the school, Lovino Vargas.
Arthur was beginning to grow tired of his day to day life, which consisted of waking up in an empty condo in New York, go to school, go home, do homework, read, sleep, and then start the cycle all over again. He was glad to be graduating within the next month, but it saddened him that he would have to live a lonelier life as well.
"Mr. Kirkland, may I remind you that being late to class is a serious matter..." Arthur droned out the bantering of his annoying history teacher who rarely showed up at school himself.
'Damn hypocrite.' he silently swore.
"Yes sir, I am sorry I had stomach problems." He came up with a lie on the spot with ease, his specialty to avoid getting in trouble.
"Ok well, next time, try to be on time then. Ok," his teacher, Mr. Ronald, turned around and began to go on and on about some ridiculous war that he didn't care about.
Later that day, Arthur went home to his condo, in his pen house, not knowing what or who awaited him.
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