Hey Guys! This is my first fanfiction, and I hope you will enjoy it! Before you read though, I want you to know I may have random updates. Some being early, others being late. I would like to apologize in advance for having a.) a life, and b.) other things to do.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the characters in it (If I did, there would be a whole lot of gay). Also, I can be a bit sarcastic and sassy at times, so please don't mind.
A frail and weak woman looked down at her newborn child. It had been a couple of days since her son had been brought into this world, and he was already dying of malnutrition. The woman new that she only had a few options that will keep her child from perishing, but one would end with police chasing her, and the other being she had to leave her child. Both options were not in her favor.
The woman, again, looked down at her small son. His eyes were a bright emerald color, and his hair was a beautiful golden blond. She wondered how her son would look all grown up. Would he be handsome like the father he may never know, or will he just look like her, his mother? She had to snap out of her thoughts because she remembered she had a starving child in her arms.
The newly made mother stumbled through the cold and snowy streets of London. She shivered against a breeze that went by. The woman had used her one and only jacket to shield her son from the bitter cold.
While walking through that empty streets, she spotted a building. She had overheard a few people saying that it was an orphanage. St Joseph's Orphanage to be exact.
The woman glanced at her child. She knew that this was one of her only options to save her son, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Oh, Arthur." She spoke calmly to her son, "Whatever shall I do? I don't want to see you die, but I don't want to leave you behind without me."
She knew she didn't want her son to grow up an orphan in an orphanage. She had heard of all the horrors that took place inside them. She heard about how the staff handled the children, treating them like dirt. She heard of the food shortage that took place. She knew that if she left her son there, he would at least get food, but not enough. Last but not least, she had heard of the conditions that orphanages were in. Everything being gross and dirty, no better than the dirtiness of alley ways.
She didn't want her one child to grow up in such a place. She sighed. All of the horrid things she heard about maybe weren't true, and were just rumors, but she didn't want to risk it. She looked at her baby, he green eyes staring back at her, then she looked up at the orphanage that was around twenty feet before her.
The building, since it was snowing, was covered in white. It had a set of stairs that led up to a wooden door with nock handled attached to them. The orphanage also looked to have three stories to it. She couldn't tell from where she was, but she hoped the place had enough room for all the children that would be there.
She knew that she didn't want to but she had to. The woman started to take shaking steps towards the building. A cold wind blew past her as she made her way. She held her son closer to her.
It only took about a minute before she was right outside her son's future home. She looked at her son and gave a soft, sad smile.
"I don't want to do this, you know?" She told him, her voice cracking on the edge of tears, "b-but I know I have to." She stuttered out, tears finally breaking. "I want you to grow up healthy though. I-If you stay with me, you will only s-starve." She shakily stuttered again. A few stray tears landed a top her sons beautiful face, she wiped them off with a pail hand.
"I want you to live a long life, and I want to be happy." She said with sorrow.
She bent down and kissed her son on the head. "Arthur, I want you to always know I will always care about you." She set him down on the cold snow and begin to stand up. She then had a sudden realization that the people working there wouldn't know that his name was Arthur. She franticly looked around for a way to make it known. She then remembered seeing a couple of children writing and drawing things in the snow.
She smoothed down the snow next to her son, and wrote down his name, Arthur. Her finger was now numb from the coldness from the snow. She hoped that the staff will see the name, and figure out that was what her son went by. Even though she didn't have a lot to give him, she at least wanted him to have the name she gave him.
She stood up from her place by the door and gave one last look at her son, "I-I love you, Arthur." She spoke out. She turned to the door and knocked on it. She wished that someone was awake and heard the door, she didn't want her son to freeze.
She then turned from the door, stumbled down the steps, and ran away as fast as she could. She couldn't bring herself to look back at her now orphaned son.
I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter! I feel sort of bad for writing this because my friend ships England with America really hard, and I ship France with England XD. She doesn't have to worry though, because I ship England with both France and America. She sort of doesn't get the concept of shipping one person with multiple other people.