My first Hetalia fanfic yay! I just finished watching the series last week and ever since then, I've been getting all these crazy ideas and stories to do about it. Mostly about my favorite characters, America and England. Well, mostly England. In any case, I hope you like it, one way or another. Please Review!
Ame
Rain and hail fell from the roof slates of an old office block. Every building in the compound had their window's shutters held fast and barred. Puddles of water began collecting in every dry crevices of the town. Hail stones were scattered all over the streets like tiny, little diamonds. Silence hovered the town with the occasional pitter pattering of the rain and hail. Thunder roared from the distance and a much stronger wave of hail hit the city. Two blonde men were seen bickering as they got out of a huge white building. One was wearing a green military uniform, while the other had a brown jacket that had the number 50 on the back. The gentleman (Iggy) and the dude (America) both opened their umbrellas and started on their trek to the parking lot.
"You bloody fool, why on earth did you decide to park the car all the way over there!" the British man shouted. "Now we have to walk all this way in the middle of this inferior squall!"
"Chill bro, a little walk in the rain won't kill ya. Besides, I had to park it there 'cuz it was close to Burger King. I got a little hungry on the way here," the more relax and optimistic man replied.
England sighed at his companion's idiocy and mumbled something about stupid Americans and their hamburgers. America, unsuspecting, whistled a cheerful tune as they walked. They were just about to turn around corner when England heard a little whimper by the alley. He stopped mid-step and looked back at where he had heard the sound. America also paused and stops whistling sensing that his partner had stopped walking.
"Hey America, look over there," England said pointing a little figure against the wall of the alley. America curiously prodded in closer as England walked up to the little silhouetted figure. It was wearing an oversized black cloak but he could tell that this person had been through a lot judging by how worn out the cape and the soles of person's shoes were.
England removed the hood to get a better look at the being. The cloaked figure flinched a little bit and a flash of soft raven blue hair flowed down on the figure's soiled, little cheeks. Its eyes were shut closed as it burrowed in on its filthy, damp cape.
"Why, it's just a little child!" England said bewildered. America came in for a closer look.
"What are you doing in a place like this all by yourself, kid?" America asked loudly, holding his umbrella over the already drenched kid.
The child, with its eyes still shut, cringed and held its skinny arms on its head as if preparing for a smack or a slap. "I-I'm s-sorry. Please d-don't hit me. I'm so s-sorry!" it whimpered.
"Shut up, America, you're scaring the poor little chap with your earsplitting babbling!" England whacked America's head with his open umbrella and looked back at the cowering child.
The kid started shaking uncontrollably; England didn't know if it was from fear or from its freezing condition. America apologetically removed his jacket and wrapped it around the child's trembling body. Surprisingly, it stopped shivering and slowly peeked at the two strangers who offered it. America and England stood, captivated by the child's cloudy gray orbs fearfully, yet innocently observing them.
Finally breaking the unwavering silence, America crouched down by England and gently patted the little kid's head. "Well, we can't just leave him here. We could take him to my house for a warm dinner. What do you say, Igirisu?" he said directing a hopeful smile to the other blonde. England nodded and carefully stretched out his arms at the child to pick him up. "It's absolutely not safe to leave a little boy out here in the cold. You should come with us. We'll take care of you, I promise."
The child seemed to have trusted his words, for it willingly let him pick the child up without a struggle. England lifted the child up into his arms. The child didn't even feel like it weighed anything. Its little hands clutched England's collar for comfort and laid its head down on the strange man's shoulder. America held his American flag umbrella over their heads as they continued walking to the parking lot with a little being that would change their lives as we know it.
Well, that's the first chapter, right there...Umm...I just made this this morning and I dont have a lot to do today, so I'll continue making the 2nd chapter today...If I feel like it...hmm...we'll see... Please Review and tell me what you think about it so far.