A/N: Finally I've updated this story! I was hesitant to post it because there was more I wanted to add but I decided that will be Ch. 3. Anyways enjoy and don't forget to R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or its characters. They belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Dawn is one of the prettiest sights to behold, especially when all that you can see for miles and miles is the beautiful crimson sky stretching across the horizon. A bright orange sun begins to roll over the hills, touching the dew covered grass with it's warm fingertips, and a calm peace overcomes the wilderness.

Austria loved dawn, even in the few short weeks he'd been alive, he'd learned to wake early to see it. As soon as the sky began to turn grey with the approaching day, he would be out of his bed and upon his hill to watch the breath-taking sight.

Today was no different. After another dreamless night, filled with the only solace and comfort he could find in life, he had awoken and crept out of his father's castle. Grabbing his wool cloak, he had set off to his hill. This hill was hidden, so that none of the other children could bother him. Not even his father knew where this was. The little brunette would sit on his hill for hours on end, watching the birds fly back and forth to their nests. Once or twice, he had even encountered a fawn and it's mother. He loved being with nature, it made him feel so relaxed and, since animals couldn't talk, he found friends in many of the creatures that lived in the meadow below.

This particular morning was going as planned. The small boy sat upon the hill with a little brown rabbit in his lap, petting it's soft fur. He let his mind wander to what technically should be called his siblings, but he felt that none of them were close enough for that term. After his swim in the river the previous day, he was even more cautious to be anywhere near them. Sighing he looked down at the dozing rabbit.

"You don't think I'm weak do you?" came a small, soft voice. The rabbit looked up, twitching it's nose as it acknowledged it was being spoken to. "All of the people I live with say I'm weak. I've tried being strong, I have, but I don't feel like it's getting me anywhere. I just want them to like me...I just don't want to be alone again..." the boy's voice cracked, partially because of it's very restricted use, and partially because of his recalling memories.

He remembered how alone and cold he had felt when he had been brought into the world. He hated that feeling, it was like something was missing inside of him, and he so desperately wanted it to be filled. So he blindly took a strange man's offer and as much as he felt out of place, he was still around other people, and he wasn't alone. That was all that mattered to him, as of now. Sighing again, the boy turned his attention to the rising sun. Smiling softly, he closed his eyes and let the warmth engulf him. Too soon, the sun had risen, and the brunette knew the others would be waking up. He had already missed dinner, and his stomach was gurgling as if to scold him for not filling it.

Slowly, he lifted the bunny off his lap and placed it down in the grass. He watched it hop away before he trekked back to the castle. As he came within a closer range, he heard loud shouts and giggles coming from the dining hall. Gulping, the boy worked up the courage and walked into the room, pushing the large oak doors out of his way. He silently walked to his place at the long wooden table, hoping no one would notice him.

To his dismay, the silver haired boy-Prussia- was eager to play with his new toy. Stalking over to him with a "holier-than-thou" attitude, he hovered over the progressively shrinking form.

"So Aussie," he began in a loud voice. The violet-eyed boy cringed at the incorrect name. "I didn't see you at dinner last night. Wanna tell me where you ran off to?" The other two children had gained interest in this conversation, as they were also wondering, and watched Austria intently. The Austrian sank lower into his chair, glancing down at his feet.

"Still silent, huh?" the crimson-eyed boy pouted, not getting any interesting information. A sudden mischievous glint flashed across his eyes and he leaned on the table. "Are you afraid to eat? Don't tell me you're afraid of food!" Grabbing the cooked chicken on the table, he waved it in the others face teasingly. Shocked, the brunette leaned away from it, only encouraging the Prussian. "Ha! You ARE afraid! How lame is that?! C'mon it's just a chicken, it won't kill you-"

He was suddenly cut off by a loud slam as the doors were thrown open and the man with long blonde hair stepped through the doorway. He did not look pleased as he took in the scene and with a deep breath, he began walking forward. "Prussia. Put the chicken down."

Blinking, the boy set the poultry back onto its plate and trudged back to his chair. Huffing, he crossed his arms and plopped down into the seat, looking down. As the taller man reached his chair at the head of the table, he glanced at his newest son. The boy's eyes widened and he quickly broke eye contact as well, finding a greater interest in the table.

"Austria," came the stern voice. Looking up slowly, the boy acknowledged him. "Stay after breakfast, I must talk to you." Nodding quietly, the small child resumed eating slowly. The rest of the meal was in an awkward silence only interrupted by Prussia and Hungary's rude burps. 'Those boys are disgusting' the Austrian thought to himself on more than one occasion.

Once the children had finished, this man- so named Germania- sent off the three boys to practice their swordplay. Hungary, very enthusiastically, lead the other two boys out of the dining hall. Austria sat in his chair at the table, picking at the remains of his breakfast. The tall man straightened up in the chair and cleared his throat. The small boy glanced up in a curious yet cautious manner, causing the elder to smile very faintly. "So, Austria, how do you like your new home?" he asked.

"I-I like it..." the young nation stated simply.

Nodding in thought, the man pressed on "You aren't one for words are you, boy?"

"No sir. I...I believe that I have not a thing to say in most situations."

"Hm. Your thoughtfulness and self-restraint will serve you well as a nation."

"T-thank you, sir." Austria stated, surprised by the compliment.

"However, that will not give you an excuse to be weak in battle. No child of mine will wield a sword like a toy. Is this understood?"

"Yes, sir."

With a confirming nod, the blonde stood and walked to the oak doors. "Very well, off you go now. Join your brothers in training." he gestured to the door and the boy complied. As Austria was about to step through the threshold, Germania spoke up again "By the way, where have you been lately? You missed dinner."

With a small smile Austria looked over his shoulder and said "Watching the sun." and left without another word.