Ok, new story so let's get right to the point, disclaimer please.

Japan: DemonYodaVoice does not own Hetalia, or Pokemon.


The sun rose slowly on the horizon, shedding its warm light on a small village known as Chai Town. The town was located on an area of lower elevation, surrounded on three sides by numerous tall mountain like hills and the southernmost side by a vast ocean. There was only a single road that led towards the northwest and the similarly small, but more elevated city of Astapa. Astapa, the city known as the Crossroad of Three, with its white colored houses surrounded by flowers, small picket fences, pokemon center, pokemart, and it's three major roads leading further into the heart of the Eporue Region. But most importantly it was the home of the Rome Pokemon Lab, run by the great Professor Rome himself. And this lab would be the destination of two very special boys that day, both of whom lived in Chai Town, and one of whom was getting his day started at the very minute.

Now the houses in Chai Town differed greatly from the many houses in Astapa, unlike the white picket fence houses the ones in the smaller town were made of many different materials and most were only a single story. Now the ones that did have more than a single level where only two stories with the bedrooms on the top level; the only exception to both these rules was the large pearly white mansion situated at the south most part of the town, practically settled on the beach itself. That mansion belonged to Mr. Bonnefoy, and his family; Mr. Bonnefoy was a very rich man who served as a high end aid to Professor Rome himself in the next town over. But that's not where we should be focusing our attention, and we'll turn instead to one of the few two story houses in Chai Town. The house was a dark crimson brick house and belonged to the Kirkland brothers, two boys whose parents had died earlier in their childhood in a boating accident over the open ocean. Now the two were in the care of their next door neighbor Delaura, or Laura for short. And this is where our story begins, at this particular house, now shrouded in the early morning light, where a boy was perched on the roof.

He was the elder of the two boys, Arthur, and he was lying flat, his back pressed up the shingles, and his green eyes staring up at the sky. He had one arm under his head and the other was absently twirling the drawstring of his forest green sweatshirt and brushing the strands of blond hair that would fall into his eyes now and then. A gust of wind blew along and tossed a few more strands of his blond hair over his calculating eyes and large eyebrows only to be once again brushed aside by his free hand.

The world seemed so peaceful in the early morning light, the serenity and grace evident in only the wind and the fresh sunshine; he wanted to absorb as much as he could now before he was thrown into the tormented chaos of his everyday life. And already he knew that this particular day would most likely be the craziest day he'd ever experience. With a sigh he closed his eyes as he recalled the events that had already happened,

He had been packing up the last of his belongings for his trip to Rome's Pokemon Lab later in the morning, when his door had been slammed open and something raced in. That thing of course was his younger brother Peter, the boy had come in wearing his sailor suit again, which Arthur himself found absolutely ridiculous but the younger boy seemed to like. The first thing Peter did after entering his personal space was the usual, sit on his bed and stare at him with his innocent blue eyes.

Arthur looked up from what he was packing into his shoulder bag and frowned, "Can I help you with something?"

The younger boy was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, and needlessly rolling back and forth on the bed, his blonde hair shifting back and forth with him. "I'm bored."

The older boy nodded again, his thick eyebrows knitted together as he pressed the rest of his small stack into his bag, not really paying much attention to the smaller boy. "And what do you expect me to do about that?"

Peter rolled over onto his stomach and stared at Arthur expectantly, his slightly thicker eyebrows raised as if to go with the next words he spoke. "Entertain me."

He spoke the words so matter of factly and Arthur turned towards him, eyebrows raised as he wandered over and started looking through his dresser. "And now pray do you think that I should go about doing that, especially when I have much more important things to be doing."

Peter shrugged, suddenly taking an interest in the bedspread, "Well you could just pay attention to me instead."

Arthur sighed loudly, stopped rummaging, and turned around to face him, arms crossed over his chest. "Absolutely not, I am a very busy man and I do not have time for this nonsense."

Peter started bouncing, the springs in the mattress strumming like a guitar string, "Please?"

Arthur returned to his work and didn't look back, "No."

"Please?" Peter's voice whined again.

"Absolutely not." He would not give in to his brother's antics.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty please?"

Arthur gritted his teeth and held his breath a moment before answering as calmly as he could manage, "No, now if you would kindly exit my room and leave me alone."

"But I'm not bored anymore."

He was caught off guard and it took him a moment to realize what Peter had meant by that statement, but when he did realize it he turned around quickly. "Absolutely not! Bothering me is not an agreeable form of entertainment, especially not when I'm trying to pack!"

The boy had flopped back over onto his back, "But it's fun."

Arthur muttered darkly under his breath for a moment before slamming the draw shut and tensely making his way in Peter's direction. The next part was rather strenuous to remember, if he even remembered it correctly at all; the short sweet version was that he'd spent the next twenty minutes trying to evict his brother from his room which involved much running, screaming at the top of his lungs, and in general brute force to hold the door shut as the younger boy tried to push his way back in. Finally however Peter seemed to take the point and left to find something more productive to do, much to Arthur's relief.

With another sigh he opened his slowly, blinking rapidly as he faced the now completely risen sun. Unlike most pokemon labs around the world, Professor Rome never opened his lab until much later in the morning; he claimed this was so it would be harder for trainers to sleep in, but everyone else claims that it's because he himself doesn't get up until at least ten 'o' clock. Regardless, it was still a long walk there and Arthur refused to even consider the idea of being late. So, slowly he pushed himself to his feet, several of his muscles groaning at the effort from it required after having been relaxed for so long, after a few minutes Arthur had finally made his way over the edge of the room where his window ledge was just below him. He settled on the edge and dangled his legs over until his feet were firmly locked on the inside of the window ledge, then he slid into the house.

As he landed with a soft thud on the bed it took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the uneasy darkness that had covered most of his room, seeing as the only window was the one he'd come through and was on the far side of the house from where the sun was rising. Carefully placing one foot at a time on the floor and moving cautiously across to his lamp he pulled on the cord.

Brightness suddenly illuminated the room and Arthur had to shield his eyes from the blinding light, which in turn prevented him from seeing the small figure who suddenly hurled himself in his direction. "Attack!" He recognized the voice at once, but there was no way he could dodge the familiar sailor suited boy and they both went crashing backwards onto the bed. Opening his eyes after the crunch of the collusion he instantly came face to face with Peter's dancing blue eyes, "Hi."

The look he received for Arthur's own eyes was not one of amusement. "What do you think you are doing?"

The other boy simply rolled off him and landed with a thud on the bed, "Bothering you."

Arthur glared at him, "Well get you bloody wanker, I have to finish getting ready." That's when he noticed that Peter's expression seemed to fall with his words, "What's wrong?"

"So you're leaving soon?" Peter had suddenly taken a strong interest in playing with the bedspread, his eyes refusing to look up at his brother.

Arthur sighed and halfheartedly looked over at his bag, now completely packed, and the outfit he planned to wear set out next to it. "Yes Peter."

"It'll be boring without you." He glanced back over and noticed that his brother's eye had flickered up towards him, "You don't really have to go you know."

Arthur reached over and ruffled his brother's hair, "You know that's not true. Besides, you'll be happier when I'm gone."

Peter hesitated then gave a weak nod, "I guess…"

Arthur paused thoughtfully then gave his brother a smirk, "Well… how about once I get my pokemon from Professor Rome, I come back and show it to you, then I'll leave after that." Peter's eyes brightened, "How about that?"

The other boy was bouncing up and down repeatedly, a huge grin on his face. "Really!? You mean it! You mean it!"

Arthur couldn't help but smile himself as he shoved the other boy off the bed towards the door, "Yes, now get out here so I can finish packing."

Peter nodded with a grin as he ran out the door, "I'm gonna go tell Laura!"

Arthur walked to the door and yelled after him, "It's going to you wanker." But as he shut the door and head back into his room he couldn't help but smile, "You do that Peter."

He emerged from the room a few minutes later, dressed in a pair of full length dark tan khaki pants and a white shirt hidden underneath of his green sweatshirt, the hood dangling down the back. He had his messenger bag slung over his shoulder and was pulling on a pair of fingerless gloves the same dark tan color as his pants as he kicked the door shut behind him. He paused in front of the hallway mirror and nodded thoughtfully at his reflection before heading down the stairs and out the front door.

Once outside he was caught full in the face by a blast of wind, the breeze whipped his hair back and as he let go of the door it slammed shut behind him. Shaking his head and fighting against the sudden wind current Arthur made his way towards edge of town, on his current path he'd be forced to pass the Bonnefoy mansion, and he seriously hoped that Francis wasn't available at the moment. As he passed the house he couldn't help but marvel at the gorgeous white color and all the white columns, the whole place seemed to glow in the early morning light; it really was a beautiful sight. He continued on his way while shaking his head; of course he could waste all the praise he wanted on the house, the effects were all ruined by who lived there anyway.

Francis Bonnefoy, dubbed and nicknamed the Frog, was the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Bonnefoy and had been Arthur's rival since the Kirkland boys had arrived in Chai Town. Neither of them really knew how it had started; only that from the moment Arthur seemed to arrive in town Francis deemed that he had to outdo him in everything. Of course to counteract that thought Arthur ended up beating Francis in just about everything; the only fields that he really dominated in were the fields of popularity and friends, the two fields that Arthur could care less about anyway.

Regardless of that fact Arthur could finally release the breath he didn't know he'd been holding when he finally passed the Bonnefoy house, no doubt he'd still run into Francis at some point, but for the moment he was content to forget that Frog.

From Chai Town's exit he came to the single dirt path that connected his home town to the larger town of Astapa. The route was an easy walk and required no cutting through any of the many patches of grass, a convenient perk seeing that a good portion of the citizens Chai Town didn't own a pokemon or at least one that could fight very well. It also meant that the inspiring trainers could make their way to Rome's Pokemon lab without having to rely on a veteran trainer to get them there. He smiled as he passed through the many trees that grew on either side of the path and let the breeze blow through his hair as it made its way towards the town behind him. It really was a peaceful day to be making a journey like this, especially since in a couple more hours he'd be off on a permanent journey through the Eporue Region itself, a dream he'd had since he was young.

By now he'd reached the deepest part of the forest, the section that once you passed through meant you were halfway through the journey. This part of the forests was where many people claimed to have meant mysterious or otherwise legendary pokemon, the kinds of pokemon that not many believe exist. He slowed his pace here, despite the rumors this section of the forest had always been his favorite, there was something about the way the branches and leaves on the trees shifted in the wind, there was something here that he was drawn to.

That's when he saw it. It started out as a faint outline against the trees, but steadily came more into focus as it moved closer through the foliage. It walked on four legs and looked remarkably like a horse, or a ponyta to be more precise, but there was something different about it. Instead of the traditional colored fires that made up its mane and tail, the flames seemed to glow blue, making the flames almost seem like water. It stared back at him with its curiosity filled eyes and head cocked slightly to the side. Arthur reached for his belt as though to grab a pokeball, but then realized he didn't have one; although after the whole thing was over he wasn't sure he could have thrown one even if he did have it.

The creature and boy watched each other for another moment before the horse finally backed away slowly then took off into the trees. Arthur responded as though to chase it, before realizing that to do so he would have to pass through grass, something he couldn't do without a pokemon to protect him. So instead he just stood on the edge of the path, watching the shape fade into the distance and marveling at its beauty. Finally as the shape vanished completely he was able to get his attention focused back on his journey and resumed his walk to Astapa Town, a trip that would be interrupted by no more distractions.


Thanks for reading the first chapter, I'll have number two up as soon as I can.

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I'd really like to know what you think of it. :)