Author's notes: Why hi there! So then, I saw this... thing, and decided I might as well post it already. First multi-chap., yeah! 8D (Hopefully I'll be able to finish it D: ) Ah, hetalia isn't mine. 8D
PS: italicized = dreams, ' '= thoughts, " "= speech ( just so you won't get confused xD;; )
It was a beautiful, sunny day, the sun's rays peeking through wonderfully thick and fluffy clouds. There was a gentle breeze, and the leaves in the trees all around swayed along with it. There were trees everywhere, the kind that towered over all, some so tall that it seemed like the tip could reach the sky. Within that forest, one could see two young children playing, a young boy and a young girl, both of about ten years of age.
"Look at that flower!" the young girl cried out, her lovely green eyes filled with excitement and wonder. She looked almost regal in the branded satin dress that she wore, if it weren't for her long, wavy, light brown hair, which was tied back in a messy ponytail instead of an elegant bun.
She was pointing to a bush nearby, which had bunches of flowers, the blooms all small, pink and delicate. The flowers swayed in the wind, and seemed to wave back at her.
The boy beside her chuckled at this remark, earning him a rather loud smack at his back. Slightly wincing at the pain, for it had hurt, he turned to face his playmate, whose lips were beginning to form a small pout.
"What was that for?" he exclaimed. Although he would not admit it, it stung. Despite being a girl, she was pretty strong, especially for one of her stature. 'It must be because she's a tomboy…,' he thought to himself. He didn't dare to say it out loud, as he already knew that it would irk her.
"You always laugh at me…," she muttered, an adorable pout on her lips, her chubby cheeks tinted a light pink.
"That's not true!" he stated, "It's just that we see flowers all the time, anyway, but you were so excited over that one. That and flowers are girly things. You are a girl after all!"
A gentle smile replaced his usual smirk, and even his bright crimson eyes were seemingly gentle at that moment.
"Hmph! Of course I'm a girl!" she retorted, her face turned away. She was just about to stand up and leave when a gentle but firm, hand pulled her back down.
"I was just kidding! Geez…," he protested, trying to sound offended, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed him.
Suddenly, he reached into the bush, for it was within his arm's reach, and plucked a couple of the small, delicate flowers.
"They're even prettier up close!" she cried out, her face filled with delight.
The boy smirked once again, before saying "Of course! After all, the awesome me picked it!", which earned him a small giggle from his friend.
"Since you seem to like them so much, here," he said, gently placing the flowers behind her ears, with a small bunch for each side of her head.
She gave him an appreciative smile. "Are you sure I can have them? …They're so pretty…"
"Of course, but on one condition!" A proud grin was splayed across his face, which did not fail to show his cheer.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice as sweet as honey.
"Whenever you see this flower, think of me, okay?" he told her, with his grin wide enough to show his perfect, milky white teeth.
She gave a curt nod, before turning her attention to the sky. The sun was already beginning to sink. The sky was of such a marvelous mixture of colors, which blended and complemented each other perfectly. The moon can already be seen faintly across the horizon, appearing as if it were merely a ghost of the silvery beauty that it is at night.
"It… it's already late," she muttered with a sigh, pulling herself up afterwards.
"Yeah, it is, isn't it. Want me to walk you home?"
"No. Mother and Father wouldn't like it if they knew I was sneaking to the forest. And that I'm friends with you."
"Huh? But why?" he whined. "I don't see anything wrong with it…"
"Well, they said that I shouldn't talk to common or poor people. And that the forest is dangerous. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" she uttered, with a sweet smile on her lips.
"Fine, fine, Liza…," he said, still mumbling something about not being common at all, and not being that poor. "But you'd better come again tomorrow!" he added after a few moments, his voice loud and clear, with just the slightest hint of despair and loneliness.
"Of course!" was her immediate answer. She turned around to see his face whilst saying so, as she was already a good couple of meters away.
She turned around again, this time for good, to head back into the safety of her home, which was just a couple of minutes away.
"…how pretty…," he found himself muttering under his breath, as he watched her figure slowly become enveloped by the darkness that had arisen.
He gazed at the sky once more, before turning the other way, opposite the direction that she took, into his own home, which wasn't far at all either. Soon, he, too, was surrounded by the darkness, by the beauty of night.
He woke up with a start, the dream so vivid it seemed as if it had been etched into his mind. No, scratch that. Given the fact that he had been having that very same dream for weeks already, for reasons he did not comprehend, it already was etched into his mind. Even now that he was already awake, he can still recall every single detail, from the exact shade of pink that the flowers were bestowed with, to the timbre of the voice that belonged to the girl in his dreams.
To others, it would probably be a really good dream, especially if that said other person were a hopeless romantic who was into that kind of mushy dreams, but seriously, after weeks and weeks of the very same thing, it was slowly turning into a nightmare. Not the "oh-my-god-monsters-are-going-to-eat-me" kind of nightmare, of course, but still. A nightmare, nonetheless. Probably.
He glanced lazily out the window, his crimson eyes the only part of his body that darted to and fro with his usual dynamic energy. It was already day, with the sun up and shining upon all that his eyes can see, so he got up from bed, partly because he did not want to go back to sleep, what with that exact same dream haunting him every time he drifted off and slumbered, but also because judging by what the clock next to his window says, if he didn't get to his workplace in approximately ten minutes, he was going to be fired. Again. For the umpteenth time. Of course, it didn't really matter, since with his sheer awesomeness, his boss couldn't afford to lose him, and thus, would always re-hire him, but still. The free coffee in the office tasted better than what he made, and for him, that was an apt enough reason for him to get up, start changing, and rush off to his workplace in a speed that would have made the Flash, or maybe even Superman, cry out in jealousy.
Yes, he was awesome. Yes, his name was Gilbert Beilschmidt. Yes, this story is going to be about him. Nobody else but him.
More author's notes: Tell me what you think of this, okay? 8D It's, like, the longest thing I've written, ever, and it's only the beginning. :'D Please criticize me so I can improve! 8D
PS: So, how do you edit things here in ? :'D as in the file itself, like this thing fff I honestly don't know how aaaahhhh OTL;;