Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just the story idea.
Day 11,398
It is a glorious day once again. Very few customers but that has little with dampening my mood. No, the thing that has dampened my mood for today is the fact that my mother has become ill. My eldest brother, Alister, called me this morning to inform me. I very much appreciate him doing so, as our relationship is quite rocky but we all share a common love for our mother. Unfortunately, I am unable to shut down my shop and go to England at this time. I told him this and he did not react well. I do not blame him. I'm being very selfish right now. Also, I'm not faring very well in the money department.
Anyway, much is not going on as of yet. Liam and Owen have messaged me, stating they will keep me updated on our mother's health. Alister is not going to speak with me again, no surprise, but at least those two will keep me up to date. While they are taking care of her, I will be caring for my hat shop. My not-so-popular-but-still-miraculously-running hat shop.
As a boy I have always loved hats. They are simple things but can change the mood of a person or accent the person's outfit just right. They can even hide messy hair of those too lazy to comb out their bed head. For me, hats are a way of expressing the mood I am in. They are also amazing to collect. I have my fair share in my apartment above the shop, but there are some I sell because I know people would enjoy them. For costuming, cosplaying, or any purposes. Really, I hear quite the interesting reasons when I ask, "What will this be for?" Especially if the hat is not an average hat.
There is this one customer who comes to mind, a regular, who comes in at least once a week or twice a month depending on whatever he's going through. We don't particularly chat, but when he comes by for a hat, I always ask that question. His answers are sometimes "Just because," or "I feel like getting this one today." When he picks up other hats, ones for pirates, sea captains, army, or of the like, he always gives a strange, mysterious grin. He always answers the question vaguely as well.
I sometime wonder what he really does. Maybe he's a collector like I am, but I wouldn't be too sure. I don't know the man. Probably never will. Shame, really. He's a handsome bloke. Young, charming, blond with blue eyes, full of energy still. He could possibly be the complete opposite of me. Our personalities could clash for all I know. Still, I can't help but wonder.
I don't even know his name. I must be a creepy man, imagining things with a stranger who's only a customer. Must you be like this, Arthur? Pining after someone who you won't ever have? Really.
Well, I must be off. Ignatius is yowling for attention. His food bowl is also empty. Must be hungry. Annoyingly little cat.
Arthur Kirkland
Note: This will be a long series with short chapters since it is diary based. As I've warned in my profile, this will be updated sporadically. No set schedule. This is a series that once I've made the next chapter, it will be uploaded. All the other multichaptered stories that I will work on in the future, new or old, will be updated/posted only when I have finished writing the stories.
This is not beta-ed so there might be mistakes.
Ciao: I hope you enjoyed the update, dearies! Thank you for reading! R&R.