Prologue
It was a warm day; the sun was shining brightly, as well as a few clouds in the sky. A light breeze was blowing along, gentle and comforting. You could hear the quiet sound of the leaves rustling among the branches, along with the quiet, rushed whispering of the grass. There was the quiet buzz of bugs and other small animal noises. Francis' hat had been blown off by a strong gust of wind, so he'd had to leave his horse on the dirt path far behind him while he searched for his hat. Suddenly, he caught sight of his hat among the tall grass. Yet, oddly enough, it appeared to be moving. "Wh-what is that...?!" He murmured under his breath in bewilderment. Approaching with caution now, he grabbed the top of his hat and yanked it up to see what had gotten trapped under his hat. The thing was, he'd expected to see a small animal under his hat. Not this.
A young boy, who barely looked to be five or six years old, gazed up at him with big wide eyes. They were a pretty sky blue, and his blonde hair seemed to be the same golden shade as his own. He had fair skin, with dirt smudged on his skin and stained on his clothes. Even his hair was a mussed up mess. Despite that, the look of shock and innocence was almost too much for France. He was absolutely adorable. Quickly, he looked all about himself to see if anyone could be pinpointed as the boy's father, or at least his older sibling. There was no one except himself, though. After some hesitation, he kneeled down so he could become somewhat nearer to this boy's height.
"Who might you be?" France inquired, attempting to appear kind and trustworthy so as not to scare him. "Mo...Mona...co..." The boy mumbled and seemed quite shy right off the bat. He smiled and then asked "Are you all alone? Or are your parents around somewhere?" For a moment the boy just looked at him, as if he didn't understand the question. But when France opened his mouth to rephrase the question, the boy answered softly "No one." Such an answer, spoken in such a way from a cute and sweet looking young boy tugged at his heart. With a gentle smile he replied "Well, mon petit cher, my name is Francis. Why don't you come home with me and we'll get you cleaned up?" He seemed uncertain, but then nodded. Monaco was clearly caught of guard as Francis scooped him up and took him back to his horse.
(Okay, sooooo, this is my first Hetalia fanfic. Sorry if it's kinda bad. xP This is just like a "how France and male!Monaco" met, type thing. I'll post an actual chapter up later. Just as a warning though, it'll most likely be a oneshot...v_v;; Though depending on how many like it, I maaayyyyy turn this into a longer story. No promises though A )