Disclaimer: Hetalia! belongs to Himaruya-sensei; characters are OOC.
A Nomad Stays
Prologue
It was getting cold. Leaves started to fall and autumn has made itself known. This meant but one thing: they needed to leave, soon. The sense of slight urgency was present throughout the household as winter draws near. Regardless of this, there was one who disregarded this sense.
Romano kept himself rather busy as he stared out the window, eyeing a certain figure. Those silvery locks and porcelain-like skin that allured him made his heart beat a tad bit faster. The time he'd spent here were mostly composed of staying in or going out for replenishing supplies. He had only started to stare out the window recently, and continued doing so ever since seeing this silver-haired being. He sighed. If only he'd had the confidence to make friends. Given that he would only go out for stocking up and have little to no conversation with the townspeople, he had developed a quiet character. Dismayed, he stood there as he began to think, about how he would gather enough courage to walk up and get to know each other.
He lost his train of thought when he felt a hand shaking his shoulder. He turned and saw Netherlands with his usual stolid face. "Have you packed yet?" Romano simply shook his head. Netherlands sighed, more like a low growl, then walked off. "You'd better start or we'll be delayed," he remarked. Romano sighed as he scratched his head then made his way towards their chambers.
Upon entering, he saw Belgium preoccupied with her own belongings. He walked to his own spot within the room and started to gather his things.
The house they rented was small and had only one bedroom, separated into their own spots. They had kept this habit for as long as they remembered. Keeping in mind that their stay would be temporary and that renting a bigger abode would be a waste and a foolish monetary decision. Space wasn't a problem, though. Given they'd pack only the essentials, one bedroom fit them all.
Romano put the last of his belongings in his knapsack and closed it with a sigh. "Anything bothering you, Romano?" Belgium inquired, noticing his odd behaviour. Romano smiled and shook his head. He stood up and walked out the room to approach Netherlands. "How long do we have?" he asked. "Three days, tops."
Three days. They would pass by quickly, just as how quickly their time to leave came by. He planned to continue looking out the window habitually until they left. Maybe finally take this small amount time left to go around and see what he could beyond the marketplace he so often visited.
The latter thought seemed more of an adventure than spending the time with his usual routine of adoring a stranger from afar. It sent a rush of adrenaline through his body, excited.
Little did he know how much could happen in a span of three days.
A/N:
Hello everyone! I have been working on this AU for over a year ever since I read Oscar Wilde's Happy Prince. I haven't written anything on the side other than this because I was so focused on fitting my OTP into the plot. I hope you liked it and please do feel free to critique my work!
Do read Oscar Wilde's Happy Prince! It's a short story that touched my heart.