Hey everyone! Thought I'd try a 2p! Hetalia fic... Hope it's good! enjoy!
Little Allen Was playing in the woods, when he heard a noise, one that was screeching, but it wasn't human. He followed the sound to find a little rabbit trapped in between two rocks. The brunette toke pity on the little thing, and freed it, though he kept it in his arms.
The rabbits body trembled as Allen carried him off to the house. He smiled a happy smile at his new pet, his top front teeth missing. As he approached, he spotted his family, consisting of Oliver, Francois, and big brother James. He ran to them, to show them his prize.
"Oli! Francois! James! Lookie what I got!" Shouted the little American.
"...nice." The Frenchmen said, not looking unenthused, and walking away, lighting another cigarette.
James smiles at his brothers happiness, but says nothing, and walks off, hoping to maybe make a better hockey stick, possibly with sharper edges to cause more damage.
Oliver bends down to Allen's level, looking at him with that deranged smile of his, and asks sweetly, "may I see it, Al?"
Allen smiles wider, thinking he'll be told he got a good one, and hands it over. Oliver takes it and starts to stroke the cowering creature, "such a nice little one you caught, Allen."
Allen beams, feeling proud, but all that fades as well as his smile by non-human screeching. Oliver had begun to dig his nails in the rabbit's scruff and twist and pull at it with the hand that was petting it only seconds ago. The noise hurt his ears and made him feel sick to his stomach. He was torturing it, and he enjoyed every second of its distressful cries and thrashing. After what seemed like forever the noise suddenly stopped and the rabbit lay limp in his lap; its neck broken.
Allen couldn't sleep that night, unable to forget what Oliver did to that poor rabbit. He heard a storm coming in, and only frightened the small boy more, and did what any other little child does. He got out of bed, walked over to the door, opened it, and looked both ways before walking down the hallway. He turned the door knob and pushed the door open once he reached his destination.
James sat up sleepily as he heard the door creak open. He rubbed his eye lazily, as he noticed the brunette in the door way, tears streaming down his cheeks, and become illuminated when the lightning flashes.
"Al...? What's wrong?" He asks, sitting up. The smaller boy comes closer, and climbs onto the bed.
"I'm scared... Can I sleep with you?" He asks, fidgeting with the bottom of his pajama shirt.
James smiles gently, and pulls open the covers, letting Allen lay next to him, "sure."
Allen cuddles into his brothers chest, and the blond lets his fingers run through Allen's hair, and silently whispers, "Oliver killed your rabbit, huh?"
Allen mods, still crying a little, his red eyes showing his fear. James hugs Allen, stroking the younger boy's head, "it's okay. I'm right here, and I'll make sure all who scare you suffer."
Allen took comfort in that, falling asleep, and sleeping peacefully.
The next morning, Oliver woke up, bleeding almost to death, and he chuckled as Francois rushed him to the hospital, planning his revenge on the little Canadian.
And from then on, all feared Canada, all except his favorite brother, America. Because James loves his little brother Allen.
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