Disclaimer: Hetalia's Characters and names belong to Himaruya Hidekazu, I'm not really sure if I own the plot either...maybe partly.
Alferd's POV/(5 years old)
The room was lit with dim, grey weather from Alfred's blind-drawn window. The sound of his parent's heated quarrels resonated through the floorboards while Alfred tried to replaced it by focusing on the ticking sound of his alarm clock. He was crouching in a small gap between his bookshelves and closet, and although it was a small, narrow gap, it had worked fine to comfort him in his most vulnerable times; every time when something frightened or worried him, he would hid himself there. It would seem like there was only him in the whole world.
However, since the complications between his parents worsened, Alfred felt like he had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide anymore. He did tended to lock himself in whenever it happened, but the sound was still there. It never goes away; they would shout or throw things at each other on quiet nights now and them, creating unnecessary noises to the neighbors, but most importantly, to Alfred.
He hated the situation they caused him, asking him occasionally to choose "sides". He hated choosing "sides". It was simply stupid and unnecessary. Why would anyone quarrel if they were once perfectly happy and content with each other's company? It just didn't make sense to Alfred of their arguments. Though after all, Alfred was merely five; he could scarcely understand a complicated sentence, thus the grown-up world of complicated feelings.
Alfred shut his eyes as he listened to the yelling and fighting below, half wishing he was deaf though at the same time, hoping he wasn't born. He hitched a breath as he heard more vulgar curses echoed to his room accompanied with the sounds of objects breaking and crashing to the floor. He winced at the sharp noises the smashing caused, expecting tears to well in his eyes. But the tears were long dried up.
He sniffed quietly, wondering why his tear ducts stopped working. Then, there was complete silent. Alfred didn't instantly caught up, but he did jolted in his hiding corner as a loud slamming of a door came from the front of the house. His guess was the argument ended, but someone left. Alfred didn't really hope for this outcome. Yet again, this whole mess was never anything he hoped for.
After waiting for a few more seconds, Alfred decided to creep out of his hiding spot and check on the corridor. Slowly and timidly, he cracked opened his door and peeked through the tiny gap. The hall was dark, the lights were switched off and obviously, no one cared to light them. Overhead, a light pitter-patter of rain began to fill the silent.
Alfred inhaled deeply before stepping out. He descended downstairs and found no one in the living room. There were shatters of vase and fragile objects all over the place, still, Alfred ignored them and proceeded warily to the kitchen, where the only thing welcomed him was a loosely ajar back door.
He stood at the entrance of the kitchen, quiet and very observant of a kneeling figure in the back yard. Effortlessly, he could tell exactly who it was by the bulky, hunched-over figure with a familiar faded bomber jacket. The silhouette kneeled with his head facing down; the abating rain was nothing more than an extra element to his sorrow.
Alfred watched as the man's shoulder twitched or shuddered once in a while. He felt useless for not knowing what to do; selfish for thinking that his father shouldn't grief over his own doings. But what did he know? He knew exactly nothing.
All of a sudden, his father held his head and shouted all the bottle-up enragements to the sky. The emotion was so strong that the sky split apart with a lightning that roared as loud as him. Alfred was in total calmness as it happened; nothing passed his mind as he just gazed blankly at his father's back.
Alfred was in a queer state of serenity. It was like watching everything from a tv and nothing mattered to you. He felt empty for the lack of sympathy, sadness, anger…Something had gone haywire inside of him and he was helpless about it. He didn't know what to feel anymore.
As the rain fell with more force, Alfred's father finally came in, wet and full of emotions. He glanced at Alfred briefly before patting his head. They exchanged a long, searching look at each other, as if trying to read the other's mind.
After what felt like hours, Alfred's father smiled. It was not of console or joy as Alfred clearly detected the anguish behind those deep azure eyes. But they did meant something to him, or in fact, supposed to mean something to him, only that he couldn't figure out what. It was too much for him to grasp. Nonetheless, he returned the gesture.
If he couldn't place what it was, at least he could make a response, right?
A/N: Hi :) It's my second attempt on fanfic. I must say, after reading so many UsUk fanfics, I couldn't help but got influenced by it. GREATLY influenced by it. Tbh, I have no regrets XD, but of course I'm still open with any ships as long as they're interesting or fun. So, feel free to tell me how you feel about this. There's another coming tomorrow, and I'm not sure if it's ok or anyone of you like it...If you're sharp(I bet everyone of you are), I'm sure you can tell this would be angst. I even cried while writing this, I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY I HAVE TO MAKE THEM SUFFER?! I'm sad QwQ
Anyway, this is based on a song: The Only Exception by Paramoore. I was inspired by it and felt like I could write something decent out of it...which I'm not quite sure if it's true...So...yeah. See ya'll tomorrow :D