Hello. This is my first fan fiction. (if you didn't know, which i bet you didn't.) uhm... Disclaimer..? Anyone who's reading this knows where/who Hetalia came from... and so I disclaim.. it... but I kinda' own this OC... so yeah...


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I don't remember how I was born, or where I was born, or when exactly. One of my earliest memories was of a tall and big man. Let me tell you of a time before that, though. What I remember is scant but I can tell you this: I was in a forest and I was alone. I can't remember why, but I was walking around when I saw four children playing. They were probably older than me at that time and I remember thinking, 'If I asked to join, will they let me?' I did ask. They stopped when they heard me. When we looked at each other, I recognized them. Or rather, I felt something when we locked eyes. All I can say is it was some sort of recognition. One of them smiled and beckoned to me. I was nervous but I came closer. He put his hand on my shoulder and, smiling, he slowly faded away. I was startled, to say the least. I looked at the remaining three; the other boy had his eyes cast down and was looking resigned. One girl was looking at me and pouting, the other was just staring at me with searching eyes. That girl reached out to me and as she did, she smiled a sad smile. When she touched my cheek, she, too, faded away into nothing. Tears were coming to my eyes, I don't know why. I turned to the two. The remaining girl sighed and slowly vanished; the boy raised his eyes and faced me. A tear was running down my cheek. He stepped closer, and closer, and closer still. I remember wondering if he was going to push me or bump into me. I blinked. He was gone. And I was alone. Once more, in that forest, I wandered. I don't know for how long I was walking when I heard voices and footsteps. By then, my eyes were dry and I sat down under a tree. I remember seeing deer, butterflies and an eagle flying high above the canopy. That's where I first met him, the big and tall man. When we saw each other, I felt that sense of recognition again. I was, to say the least, curious. He came closer. He was smiling when he picked me up. When I was lifted off the ground, I remember thinking, 'Is he going to drop me?' I didn't say a word, of course. He carried me, I didn't know why. I was just staring at him, big and tall and strong.

We were on the banks of a river when he sat down on a log and placed me on his knee. I watched him drink from the river once and at his second scoop, I drank, too, mimicking him. I remember hearing the laugh of this curious man before he pointed to himself and said, "EspaƱa." He then pointed to me and started saying things like, "Islas del Poniente?" I tilted my head at that. "Islas de San Lazaro?" I blinked. "Felipinas?" I straightened back my head. "Las Islas Filipinas?" I don't know why but I felt like smiling when I heard that, and smile I did. I remember him ruffling my hair and smiling, no, grinning. Those were my beginnings, the rest... Well, the rest is history.


A/N: this is a one-shot.. (and is extremely short.. i know...) i don't know what else to do.. born on journee nationale des patriotes, conceived waaaayyyy before that... i'm just putting this out and see if i can be a beta-reader. :D oh, and if Radosianstar is reading, yeah... best to play safe and start with something i know.. :D

if and when there'll be a next time~!