Sorry if this story may be a little weird or long. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

The extra characters in here such as the mother are not OCs I swear, just supporting roles in the plot line. Don't hurt me.

Sorry if some if this is depressing, there will be happy chapters in the distance.

I do not own Hetalia.

Thanks for Reading!

Chibi Iceland!

The lightning blinded Emil through his eye lids and the thunder hit so suddenly, he shot up in bed, gasping for air.

The horrifying memories from his nightmare faded from his minds eye and all that was left was the cold and the fear of the shadows. The blankets on his bed were twisted and thrown, he had been kicking in his restless sleep. He swallowed, and swung his legs over the bed side. Staring to the floor was unsettling, his little toes being multiple feet above the wood below. He slid down, and tried to ignore the shadows in the corners that seemed to crawl closer and lurk around in his mind.

Emil hugged his stuffed animal to his chest and neck, rubbing his cheek against it as he walked to the door. The toy was a plushie of a puffin, worn from years and soaked in his tears. He opened the door and walked into the small living room, seeing his mom sobbing on the couch.

Her head was in her hands, she was trembling. Her sobs were quiet, uncontrollable and fearful. Light shadows were cast upon her being by the burning flames in the room; creating a dance with light and darkness.

Miranda (the mom) didn't notice her child's little feet patters coming in, and she looked up to be met his two large violet orbs. She sniffled, the pain of the truth settling in her heart. She sniffled. "Emil, what are you doing up at this hour?"

He sat on the couch next to her, reaching for her hand. "N-Nightmares mama." He stuttered.

Miranda pulled her hand away as if Emil was deadly. "Its okay, Emil. You are awake now." She refused to look at the little boy. She wanted to scoop him up in his nightgown and hold him, then never let go. But there was the bitter-sweet reason she couldn't. "Are you bags packed?" She said flatly. Her hair was long and undone, falling around her pale face. It was a silver-white just like Emil's.

Emil nodded, hurt and confused in so many ways. He felt like everything in him was cold like snow. "Why did I pack?"

She felt a stab of guilt through her chest. "Its time to go back to bed Emil." She stated, not looking at him and lacing her fingers in her lap tightly.

He got up from the couch and tried to meet her gaze, she desperately tried to turn away. "Mommy, can I sleep with you? Please?" He tried climbing into her arms.

Miranda tried to be gentle, she set him back down. "No Emil. Go to bed."

"Mommy, please! Im s-scared!" Emil begged, little hands palm to palm in plead. He trembled and a tear fell from an eye. "And where we going?"

She gave in, looking into those eyes, his pale face, his tiny body. She began to cry, picking him up and hugging him reluctantly yet desperately. He began to rub her back, they both started to calm down. Until suddenly, Emil went wide-eyed and every one of his muscles went tense. "Mommy…" He whispered, Miranda felt tears on her shoulder where his head lay.

He sat up and looked his mother in the eyes. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "You are sending me away."

Miranda couldn't stop shaking now. She set the boy down, started getting up. "Go to bed Emil, please."

"No! You don't like me mommy, I know it!" Emil clenched his little puffin toy in his hands. "You scared of me!"

"Emil! Go!" She demanded, clenching her fists at her sides.

"You want me gone cause you want new Daddy too!" Emil sobbed. The little streams of tears turned into rivers. "You want more Daddies in your bed-." He felt to the floor; Miranda had hit him.

She was sending him away for strange youth, she was scared of the boy. She didn't know how, but he could read her thoughts, her deepest desires and memories. She was terrified of hearing of her own thoughts. She was sure there was something terrible about her own son, he had to also be a boy of satan. He was an inhuman monster she convinced herself. She just had to get through the night.

Seeing a monster in her eyes, she picked Emil up like a rag doll and rushed him to his bedroom. He screamed in fear and pain. "Mommy! No! Please i-." All air was knocked out of him as his little chest hit the hardwood floor of his room.

Miranda slammed the door, darkness blinded him. He rushed to the door, pounding it with his little hands and feet. He heard the lock click shut, he was trapped. "Mommy! P-p-please! Let me out! Please Mommy!" He was exclaiming over and over. He was trembling till he could barely stand. The tears wouldn't stop. For what seemed like an hour he begged in fear of the darkness and the loneliness. He pleaded and cried until everything in him hurt. He ran over to the gas-lamp on his nightstand, desperately tried to get it to light, to no avail. Suddenly, the lamp fell to the floor, gas splattered around it and filled the air. He felt dizzy. By instinct, he ran over to his puffin, and covered his nose and mouth with it, not wanting to breathe the fumes. "Mommy!" He exclaimed through the muffled cloth. "Help!"

But she didn't answer. All the lights were out in the house and she was sound asleep, she wouldn't help him anyway. He began to sob again, not knowing what else to do. He crawled into bed, and buried himself in the blankets, he cried for hours quietly in the dark. He fell asleep after that, finding a little bit of peace, he had never felt so alone.

Sooo? I teared up writing this so I hope I didn't screw up.

I'll be publishing the next chapter soon where he goes to the orphanage and meets the other kids there, will be much less depressing I promise.

But please, I don't care if its short or long or in between I just want to know how I did. It would really make my day. I appreciate your time, really.

Thanks again :D