Green-Eyed Envy Is Me: Hello, everyone. I am now updating a new story and yeah, I know some people wanted to see an update of Center Piece but this little baby bunny had been giving me troubles and I know some of you people encounter a few of this problems before. This little guy was born when I imagine myself writing a story about little Tom Riddle meeting the Hetalia characters instead the usual Harry Potter and cast. And then bam! this baby was born.

Summary: Wonder what it would be like to see in the eyes of a tormented child where the world he sees is filled with nothing but darkness. A child so lost when he grows up he'll become the person that people feared and admired. A child where his childhood is ruined. Until one day by some chance of fate he fell into a world of Wonder Land. Tom-centric.

Warning: Horrible grammars, misspellings, and of course bad words from those specific characters in Hetalia. Oh yeah, the fluffy-ness between two boys in love.

Disclaimer: I don't own this beautiful shows.

Pairings: Will show itself in time.

Thoughts or spells

Speak in words

Tom Riddle in Cardverse

By: Green-Eyed Envy Is Me

Chapter 1: Follow the Rabbit in a trench coat, wait that's not a Rabbit…

Tom sniffs as he huddles himself near a dying tree. He wipes his eyes with his muddy hand, while holding his wails deep inside his mouth no matter how much he wanted to release them. The kids that bullied him hurt him really bad. They thought of him as some kind of freak, even the adults think of him as some kind of menace that don't deserve to be acknowledge. What was wrong with him? He is not that bad of a person, he tried to help little Ana in making a paper airplane but he doesn't know how the airplane set itself on fire and scared the children away yelling at the top of their lungs 'Demon! Demon!'.

Was he really a demon?

He always notice those type of traits in himself. He can do strange, but wonderful things that not even the rest of the children in the orphanage can do unlike him. He can train animals that are wild and untamed without trying to, he can move objects without touching them and he can speak and understand snakes. He thought of this ability as a gift and not some curse that the adults thought of.

Even so, do they have the right to perform an exorcism on him just because a dirty priest said he was being possessed by the devil himself?

No matter how many times he tried to approach the people around him they just put more distance between themselves and him just so not to get too close to him, finally seeing him in a different light that he is not too sure if it is good thing for him. He could sometimes hear their conversation that is suppose to be private but he heard them anyway when it is involve with him, saying that he is no good child and that they should put him at the hospital far away from them and the children. They are afraid of him. He could see it in their eyes.

And the children hated him as well and that's when the bullying started.

Tom felt the pain and loneliness building inside of him, crushing his fragile heart. He clutch his dirty and worn shirt with his hand feeling his heart throb. He hated himself sometimes but he knew that he is not in the wrong, it was them.

No one loved him, no one cared for him so why would he feel such feelings like longing to be accepted when it is clearly obvious that he is not wanted here.

Sometimes he wished that they just die. He wanted to see them suffer from all the pain that he had went through just because he was different.

Children throw rocks at him, punching him, chasing him with sticks in their hands just to whack him with, pulling cruel pranks just to torment him, they are the ones that should be called monsters not him. The adults as well, how can they call themselves human when they turn a blind eye at him when they let the kids do as they please in hurting him.

Tears continue to fall and sobs were released without his permission. Tom hated being weak. He was taken advantage of far too many times and he wanted to be the one to hurt someone, this time he is going to be the predator hunting his prey.

He won't hold back any longer. He will no longer be the one as the victim who sits quietly in a corner, crying like pathetic child. He will take advantage of their fear towards him, he will use it as his weapon on conquering them. He will bend their will with his own hands. He held himself back before thinking that somewhere deep down that it was just a misunderstanding on their part since they didn't get the chance to know him but now he knew that it wasn't a misunderstanding. They wanted him gone. They wanted him dead and he will do the same for them.

"Hey, kid, why so sad?" A distinctly male ruff voice spoke.

Tom jerked his head in alarm. He gasped in shock, his grey eyes look around fearfully trying to find the voice.

"Who-who are you?" Tom held himself close trying to at least to protect himself from a possible threat.

Suddenly he heard the flapping of the wings followed by the sudden movement of a branch above him. Leaves fell from above causing him to look up to see a small black bird with yellow and orange beak with a hint of black here and there.

"It's a bird…?" Tom looked confused. "Where you the one…?"

Tom shook his head finding himself ridiculous. "There's no way a bird like that talked."

"Yeah, I'm talking to you twerp." Tom was speechless as the bird landed on his head starring at him with those beady but intelligent black eyes.

"That's impossible!" Tom nearly shriek. "Birds can't talk!"

"Oh yeah? Then a twerp like you shouldn't talk to snakes." The strange talking bird raised a non-existent eyebrow at him.

Tom blushed when he realized that he'd been seen. "How?"

"I've seen you before a few times when I came to visit here. You're the odd ball in the bunch, but I like you." The bird said. "You remind me of my owner."

Tom couldn't believe a bird like this one appeared before him, talking to him!

"This can't be happening… what kind of bird are you?" Tom stared at the bird who flapped its wings and landed in front of him.

The bird cock his head to the side looking amuse. "I'm a Puffin."

"A Puffin?" And then an image of a bird like this one appeared in his mind. He went to the library a few times before to learn more about the world around him and he stumble upon a book about birds at the animal section that held the same image as this bird right now. "But what's an Atlantic Puffin bird like you doing here in England?"

"Oh… right I'm suppose to be looking for someone. Do you know a person name Alice?"

"Alice? I don't know her and I never heard some Alice here in this orphanage."

The Puffin bird huffed as he ruffled his feathers. "Damn. I have to find that twerp…"

Tom watch curiously as the Puffin look irritated. "Why are you looking for Alice anyway?"

"Hmm…?" Puffin looked at him lazily. "Oh, nothing concerns to you, twerp. I'm just doing my business here so I'll be leaving now."

Tom felt the panic suddenly rise with in him. It occurred to him that this is the first time he had a civil, intelligent conversation in long a while and with a bird no less! But this has been good so far and he is not willing enough to lose someone who doesn't see him with fear and hate in their eyes.

"Wait! Maybe I could help you find her!"

The Puffin paused from flapping his wings turning his head to stare at him with a calculating look in his eyes.

"You?"

"Yes!" Tom suddenly blush. "I can help you find her. Just please…"

"What would a kid like you can do?" the Puffin look thoughtful. "Wait, ah yes, you're no ordinary kid, aren't you twerp?"

"You already know I can do stuffs that aren't normal so let me help you find this Alice."

"Then tell me twerp, what's in it for you?"

Tom fidgets as he wring his hands together. He briefly made eye-contact to the Puffin bird before dashing his eyes quickly aside feeling embarrassment. "I just wanted to help…"

This kid, he's lonely. I've seen him many times hiding behind this tree, he's perfect. This kid needs to have a bit of a life-lesson before he descend into darkness. The Puffin thought with amusement.

"Alright then, twerp, I don't care whatever reason you have there but I don't mind a little bit of help." The puffin hop towards him. "Okay, here's the plan, tomorrow same time same place I want you to prepare yourself for a little trip. We need to find Alice and in order to find that kid we need to leave this place. If your willingly enough to leave this orphanage then follow me if you wish."

Tom felt happy deep down. He can now leave this retched place and be free. "Of course! I have no regrets!"

The puffin smirked. "So tell me your name kid."

"My name is Tom Riddle." Tom smiled brightly at the bird. "Thank you!"

"Any time twerp." The Puffin flapped his wings. "I'll be waiting for you here."

"Okay, I should go and prepare." Tom stood up as he dust himself. "Oh, yeah what's your name?"

"Just Puffin is fine."

Tom nodded before he turned around and left the forest in order to head towards the orphanage. Tom laughs joyfully feeling light and free for the first time. He never been this happy before but now everything is going to change. He met a magical talking bird and he agreed to help finding this girl Alice. It doesn't matter to him anymore as long as he can leave this place for good. Going on a adventure like this is like a dream come true or like those fairytale stories from the book that he kept on reading every night. Tom will never forget this moment.

Puffin watch the kid from a distance before diving down back to the forest. A hand shot out from one of those trees catching his attention. Puffin flapped his wings in that direction before gracefully landing on the arm, mindful of his talons. Puffin huff once before acknowledging his owner.

"I found one." Puffin turned to stare at those expressive eyes that are blank and void at the same time. "He's perfect."

A boy with blond-white hair raised an eyebrow at his familiar. "This child? I guess its acceptable, I can feel the darkness clinging to him like snakes."

"He is a perfect Alice, do I have your approval?"

"Of course Puffin. We can finally have the chance to taste him." The boy smirked darkly. "He's magic that is tainted with its darkness."

Puffin snorts at him when suddenly shadows appeared from all directions. They wrapped them in their cocoon disappearing them from sight.

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