It was any other normal day for Mathias Kohler. Earlier that morning he had gotten up, stretching as he deserted his bed in favor of filling his empty stomach. The sun was shining in through the window, casting a bright yellow glow over everything in the bedroom. He yawned, reaching to open his door and exited the room. He walked down the long hallway, admiring all of the paintings he and his younger brother had accumulated over the years from both of them painting, or from receiving them as gifts or buying them. He stopped as his eyes landed on one in particular. Mathias bowed a little towards it to get a better look.

On the painting lay many painted flowers, each one looking just as different from one another as the next. Vines were painted throughout the background, intertwining with each other, tangling over and around some of the small flowers as water droplets lay on the petals and in small pools in parts of the vines, reflecting images above them. If you weren't paying close attention, you might not notice the tiniest of details in the painting. Though once you found the small image, it would be what you would have noticed the most.

Hidden under one of the flowers, a small boy poked his head out, though he looked as though he were still trying to hide as he stood, curiously looking at the observer of the painting. He had blond hair that lightly touched his shoulders and a small, nimble hand resting on the petal of the flower he attempted to hide behind. He had large, dark blue eyes that were almost a deep purple in color. His eyebrows were arched up slightly in amusement, though his expression seemed to look rather uninterested. He wore a dark, forest green colored tunic that covered his torso, down to the mid-thigh of his legs. He wore a tiny pair of brown flat shoes that covered just enough to be necessary. The most interesting thing, though, were his wings. The boy was a fairy, his tiny wing spreading out from his back in a more adorable than anything style. His hair and clothes seemed to be stuck down to his body, like water had been poured on him.

Mathias sighed, looking over the painting as he stood up straight. He had never been very fond of the painting, actually. In fact, it rather bored him. He wondered what his brother's fascination with the object had to have been.

"Tino painted it." His younger brother had reasoned as he hung it in the hallway a few months back.

Ah, of course. Tino had painted it. Tino, the neighbor boy. Tino, the farmer boy who lived alone with his small dog, Hanatamago. Tino, the one who had captured Mathias' brother's heart the moment he laid eyes upon him. Of course they would keep a painting that Tino had made himself.

Mathias rolled his eyes. His younger brother was certainly one of a kind. He scared the poor little Finnish boy the second they met. Though the two slowly started to grow closer over the few years they knew each other, Mathias suspected that Tino was still a bit skittish when around Berwald. And he was pretty sure Tino didn't appreciate being called 'wife'.

Mathias then made his way to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway. He looked over the small kitchen, smiling as the sun made yellow patterns on the hardwood flooring. Walking over to the counter, he cut himself a slice of bread, then pulled a piece of cheese from a nearby basket and placed it on top, taking a bite. He hummed in approval, smiling to himself.

When he finished, he took a small cup and filled it with milk that Berwald had taken from the family cow earlier that morning. He took a long sip from the cup, then placed it in the washbasin and headed outdoors to start his own work for the day.

He walked to the barn and opened the door, greeting the few animals that they owned. A horse, a large bull, and of course, the family cow. He took the bull, appropriately named Hamnet due to his stubborn nature that he possessed.

"All right, Hamnet. Time to get to work." He took the bull from his stall and brought him to the field, placing the plow's straps around him. He looked up from his work for a moment, watching as his brother received a basket from Tino, their neighbor.

Tino was a sweet young boy. As he talked with Berwald, his face brightened, a smile pulling onto his face easily, like it was meant to be placed there, making its own home on his cute and boyish face. He fiddled with his pale blond hair, fixing his hat as it started to slide from the top of his head. He was a bit short, Mathias' outstandingly tall brother easily towered over him as the two stood, still talking.

Berwald adjusted his thick glasses a few times, a habit that showed if he were nervous, as a small blush crept onto his cheeks. Mathias chuckled to himself. Perhaps they were flirting. As if. Berwald had never been one to flirt, let alone be any good at it. Mathias watched as he handed a pail of milk to the small Finnish boy and ran a hand through his own bright blond hair after waving a good bye to Tino.

As he was leaving, Tino spotted Mathias and waved to he and Berwald at the same time. Mathias returned the gesture and went to working, pushing the plow through the field with the aid of his bull and when that was finished, he took Hamnet to his pasture to let him walk around.

"Good work." He complimented, smiling at the bull, then closed the gate. He pulled a bag from the barn containing seeds and dropped them onto the plowed field, working up and down in straight lines, just as his late father had taught him. He stretched his back, rubbing the lower half after he had finished. He walked over to the house, sitting by the back door.

He rubbed the sweat that had previously accumulated on his forehead. For an early spring day, it sure was warm. The summer was bound to hit them brutally. Mathias stared out at the fields, admiring his work as a gentle breeze picked up. He closed his eyes, silently thanking the gods for the cool waft of air.

"Hmm." Mathias opened his eyes to look up at his brother.

"Hey, Berwald." He greeted, smiling widely. "Did you woo Tino yet?" He teased, laughing a bit at his own joke.

Berwald blushed lightly, covering his face with one hand, feigning fixing his glasses higher on his nose. "He brought eggs." He said simply, handing a cup of water to Mathias.

Mathias took the cup gladly, taking a long drink. "Thanks." He said.

His brother nodded and turned, leaving back into the house, probably to wash up or clean in there, Mathias figured. He looked over to the pot of flowers next to himself and frowned, they looked dry. Mathias shrugged, tossing the remainder of his water into the pot. It wasn't much, but it would do until he felt like standing and bringing water from the nearby well.

As the tiny water droplets flew through the air, they dropped, quickly landing on the flowers. Mathias paused when he heard a tiny shriek to his side, from where the potted flowers were. He raised an eyebrow, then looked around a little. Thinking it were a bit strange, the moved to a kneeling position and looked into the flowers, moving a few out of the way when he saw a bit of peach coloring.

As he moved the petals, he froze. Sitting in the bottom of the pot was a small man. He was rubbing the top of his straw-blond hair with his small hand. A strange, little curl poked from the side of his head and his tiny, naked body was soaked with water. He sat in a puddle in the pot, the water easily reaching higher than his ankles. On his back were two small, silver wings, one torn a bit at the edge.

Mathias stared in misbelieve, shocked as to what was sitting before him. The small creature lowered his head and opened his eyes to look at the Danish man, his eyebrows lifting, but his expression stayed the same. Somehow he seemed familiar to Mathias.

"Who… Who are you?" Mathias asked, still staring at the small man.

/Author's Note/

Hey everyone! This is my first story for Hetalia and the first fanfiction I've written in YEARS. I'm not fully used to Fanfiction's system. I haven't submit in years XD

This is a new account of mine. I used to have an old one, but the work is terrible. Seriously. /laughs/

So let me know if anyone likes this, if they do, I'll continue! And if not, well… ^_^;

Reviews would be awesome, I would love critiques! I haven't written much in a LONG while, and I would like to get better, so PLEASE send me a critique if you have the time! I appreciate it! ;A;

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