Warning: Kind of dark.
I don't own Hetalia! end/AN/
It rises from the mud, tiny, new body seeming to shiver instantly on hitting the cold. Its first gulp of air is quickly expelled in a wail, as chubby fists punch the air. It promptly pees itself, and settles down to a whimper.
Sucking heavily on its fist, its eyes barely open, dark, dark blue-gray against the weak sunlight. It cannot look farther than inches in front of its face; it can't feel more than the chill mud against its back and the breeze whispering around its toes.
It doesn't have to wait long to be found.
China looks down on the being. He knows it is a nation, or a nation-to-be. He heaves a sigh, and lifts it from the mud, cradling it with one arm. It is a boy.
There isn't much time. Nations grow up fast, going from a newborn babe to a toddler within a day. China hopes the little pre-nation doesn't pee on him. He walks across the soft earth, and wonders why a nation might try to rise up in this region.
The pre-nation's eyes have closed, and though he seems to be shivering, it seems he has calmed in China's arm. He is too young to have anything but trust.
China stops, looking down an old well. It is a long way down, and he can barely make out the shine of the water at the bottom. The pre-nation is light in his arm, and his tiny fist is pushing against his chest.
It's as if he knows.
China walks away from the well, empty-armed, and tries not to hear the splash. He has done what he had to, and he buries this one deep in his memory as well.
There can be no competitors in a united China.
/AN/ Just a drabble, I guess. I was thinking the other day about how there were no micronations in China, and I was just like, well duh, because they don't allow it! So I got this image of China literally killing them off, and poof! Drabble.
Also, very stress relieving. I was in a car accident today, and I just want to stop feeling like the world is going to end.