Salutations,
I do not own Hetalia.
The man looked up at the sound of the creaky stairs that echoed from the hallway. Then a person slowly shuffled out from behind the archway. He was taller and also skinnier than most kids. He didn't like to go out all that much, but preferred to stay inside and play his games. Henry was relieved that now of all times his son chose to stay inside.
"Hey, you still up?" Henry's son rubbed at his eyes and covered them from the bright lamp light.
"Yeah. You couldn't sleep sport?"
"Nah, I got thirsty. I'll go back to bed when I'm done."
"Good." Henry looked away and didn't bother looking at his son. His eyes did catch the photos he was reviewing though. People in each and everyone of them. They couldn't catch the sick fuck who did this to people. Boys and girls, men and women, young and old. They had no connecting factors either. Each victim didn't know one another, and if they did it was coincidental. It made Henry go mad with so many questions. He didn't notice when his son came up to his side and looked over his shoulder.
"That's kinda sad. Did you guys catch him yet?" It startled Henry and he threw a folder over the pictures. Hoping that his son didn't see to much.
"No. We haven't yet. No clues to follow."
"Oh. What kind of people is he targeting?"
"Blond hair, blue eyes, and mostly white people, but others if they also have the stated factors."
"Oh…" His voice trailed off and he rubbed his arm.
"Yeah, but don't worry. We'll catch the bastard." He looked up into his son's sky blue eyes. Just like his mother's. Soft and so clear. His son ran a hand through his blond hair and laughed airily.
"I'm not worried dad. I never am."
"I know. Just like your mother."
"Yup. I'm off to bed. You get some sleep to, kay? Can't catch them while your passing out at work, huh?"
"Yeah. And you get to school in the morning."
"Will do sir." His son saluted and turned to walk away.
"Alfred?"
"Yes?"
"I love you. You know that right?"
"Yes, I do dad. Mattie too, right?" He laughed and smiled so brightly that it made Henry smile.
"Yes, Mattie too."
"Night dad!" Then he was gone.
"Good night."
He moved the folder and looked down at the people staring back at him. Their eyes were missing though. Blood crusted their cheeks like tears, and their hair pulled out or burned. It made him sick. He was scared for his boys.
So, he swore to catch the bastard.
