This is basically going to be a testing ground for my future work - a place to try out snippets of ideas, attempt writing new characters, etc. It's more of a place for my writing exercises than to attract readers. Even so, it's helpful if you review because then I know which ideas I should continue with in the future and what exactly I need to work on.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
Drabble Prompt: Romania and Little Brother
Summary: Romania wonders what his little brother's life is really like.
Title: Draw Me An Innocent Child
He finishes reading the last sentence and looks up, only to find that Moldova's already fallen asleep. Probably has been asleep since he started reading from halfway through the book.
Chuckling, he tucks away his bruised and battered copy of The Little Prince and turns to leave, but not before lightly patting the top of the little boy's head like he knows human brothers do.
He stops halfway to the door, some invisible force turning him around.
He turns, and regards Moldova's sleeping form.
In a way, Moldova is an unlucky child. After all, which child could ever survive the horror of the Soviet Union without being stripped of their protective layers of innocence? Yet in other ways, Moldova remains a little boy, full of laughter and sweetness and the genuine warmth that, among the nations, only the youngest seem to have.
He's stricken momentarily by the similarity between his little brother and the Little Prince himself. So brave and wise underneath a happy, angelic exterior. So strong beneath their respective walls of soft, unadulterated kindness.
But then again, has Moldova ever experienced the crushing loneliness of having no one to take his hand in the midst of the fearful ignorance that is a nation's true birthplace? No - he's always had him there, watching, protecting, comforting. Even during the Soviet years, when they could only see each other at designated times, he had people watching over him, people to call brothers and sisters in the cruel camaraderie that was the Union. And has the Little Prince always been alone in his world?
There was always that rose, however flawed and frivolous she may have once been.
He finally turns away and strides over to the door. His finger rests lightly on the light switch for a moment, and he smiles to himself, watching his little brother's face shift and settle in dreaming silence.
Draw me a sheep, echoes the voice of the Little Prince.
Yes, Romania thinks, I'll draw you a sheep. As many as it takes to keep your dreams alive.