Hetalia Theory: Indonesia
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the idea of the creepypasta. Just my OC Indonesia.
A small man in his early Twenties named Cahaya was currently walking about on the streets. He was angry about his break up with his girlfriend, Cinta, a girl that he met during high school. He found her cheating on some English guy that he didn't know about. The two fought and he left with his stuff, already buying a ticket back to Jakarta, back home.
Several days later, his flight came. Cahaya sighed as he adjusted his glasses as he walked to the airport. He was talking to his mom right now about the break up and he was being scolded about how Cahaya should've listened to him and that she wasn't any good for him. They argued for a good hour before his flight came.
During the flight, Cahaya kept thinking about Cinta and the memories about her. She was just so… beautiful…
He shook his head as he remembered that he cheated on her. If all women were like that, then, maybe he shouldn't be interested in women after all.
He was just so tired right now; after all of the stress about the break up and her hogging half of the money they saved together. He decided to listen to his music until his ears hurt and took out his ear buds, Then he watched an on board movie and then looked out the window, the sun still up.
The Indonesian arrived back in Jakarta 3 hours later and stretched as he got his luggage and exited out of the airport. He was happy that he at least arrived home now. As he was crossing the street, he didn't notice a motorbike that was heading his way. He was hit; a sickening crack of his ribs can be heard. The traffic was too much as more of them hit his body, his glasses shattered, a shard piercing his left eye. The raid stopped when someone finally noticed. The person quickly called 118 for an ambulance. The blood was spreading fast as said ambulance arrived, but, it was too late for Cahaya Suriyanto. Once news broke out, his mom and other siblings were heartbroken, his mom's was the worst of all…
A young boy with long hair woke up near a beach. He sat up, groaning as the sunlight hit him,
"Where..am..I" he mumbled as he got up. A man that looked like a pirate then approached him,
"Well, who do we have here?" He asked. The boy shrugged,
"I..don't know where I am.."
"Well, you don't look hurt, but may I ask who are you?"
"...I don't know. I up here, that's all."
The man smiled,
"Well, from this moment on, you're going to be called Indonesia!"
"Indo..nseia..?" the boy was confused. The man nodded,
"Si! I'm Portugal and well, I'll take care of you." And he held out his hand for the boy to hold onto. The long haired boy took it and the two walked off back to the village.
A/N: I got the idea from EID when I was Roleplaying with her and I looked it up. I got intrested and well..yeah.
creepypasta: sailorinferno12908 (on DA)