Catagory: Hetalia
Title: The Little one
Summary: Again based on a tumblr post, this one about how nations can have children but they are almost always sickly and never make it past eleven let alone adult hood. This is a short thing about England and his dying son.
Rating: K
"Shh… It will be okay. I won't let anything hurt you." England murmured soothingly.
"Daddy, I'm scared." The young boy of about ten whimpered.
"I know love, I know." England held him tighter, trying to stifle his own tears.
"What's gonna happen to me?"
"You'll go to some place better…" he chocked on his own voice "some place you'll be happy".
"what about you daddy? you'll come with me right?" England didn't answer just buried his face in his son's hair.
"Daddy, you will won't you? Daddy!" a cough bubbled to the little boy's lips, a dribble of blood emerging, he's breathing became ragged. England started crying grasping his son to him like it could stop him from leaving.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you." he sat there with the body until there was no trace of warmth or life left "I love you, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry…"