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Warning In This Chapter Child Neglect.

My Pretty Little Sunflower

By waterrain

"Hi, Mom. I'm doing alright and last night dad helped with the cooking. I miss you and Mattie, but at least I can talk to you and stuff." Alfred said cheerfully to his Mother on the home phone for he has no cell phone and his father promised to give him one on his fourteenth birthday. He talked with his Mother for fifteen minutes and then he talked with his twin brother for fifteen minutes. Alfred Jones decided to stay up to greet his father which he did every other night and he received the same simple wave each time in greeting.

"Hi, Alfred. I have told you over and over again do not stay up to greet me." Alfred's father commented firmly and his arms were crossed.

",But this is the only time I get to see you." Alfred told him and he was looking up at his father with big blue eyes. "I just wanted to see you and stuff. You are hardly even here, dad."

"Have you told anyone that I have been leaving you home alone without anyone with you?" Alfred's father asked calmly and he looked down at his smiling son.

"No because I don't want to be taken away." Alfred replied honestly, he was given a pat on the head, and that was all that the America boy received from him. There was no hug and there was no kiss on the cheek. Alfred decided to give his father a hug, but like always did not receive a hug back from him.

"What have I told you, Alfred? Boys do not get hugs from their fathers. I have told you time and time again." Alfred's father told him bluntly and he added. "My father never gave me a hug and look how I turned out. I believe I turned out pretty good."

"What if I wore a dress like a girl? Would you hug me?" Alfred asked curiously and he has not been given a single hug ever since the move to Alaska. Alfred's Mother had always given him hugs and kisses on the cheek. Alfred's twin brother had always given him hugs and kisses on the cheek. However his mother and twin brother are in Kansas not with him in Alaska.

"No and no son of mine will ever cross-dress. I will give you a pat on the head, but I will not ever hug you or hug you back." Alfred's father told him firmly and he glanced down to see Alfred's blue eyes filled with tears. "And I have told you several times before that boys do not ever cry. So stop those tears and get to bed already, Alfred. You are ten years old. Alfred in eight months you will be eleven."

Alfred silently nodded and he walked away to his bedroom with a heavy heart. The blue eyed boy locked his door, he walked over to his laptop, and decided to login into facebook. Alfred wiped away his own tears and started to type on his blog.

Once again I decided to wait up for my father, but he scolded me about staying up to wait for him. I just wanted to see my father for night time is the only time I get to see him. Once again He says boys don't cry and that father's do not give hugs to their sons.

I miss my Mother and my Twin Brother. I miss their hugs that were so warm. I miss them a lot, but I don't want to make them worry about me.

So I tell them things like 'Dad took me on a fishing trip last week', 'Dad and I made pizza together last night', and so on. It is not really a lie since I pretend that my father is there with me and stuff.

Anyway, My father doesn't hit me or anything like that at all.

He is just not around that much at all. He pays the bills, makes sure there is plenty of food, and each year buys me some new outfits. I have shelter, food, internet, plenty of books, video games, a few game systems, TV, and a bedroom with a large bed to sleep in. The only way to get a hug is to hug myself. Sometimes I feel lonely, but I try not to think too much and I keep on hoping that maybe tomorrow night I might get a hug.

-Alfred Freedom Jones-

The American boy signed off, he placed his right cheek onto the fluffy pillow, and he hugged the soft white bear that his twin brother had given to him before the move to Alaska. Alfred closed his blue eyes and drifted to sleep dreaming of before his parents had divorced. How his Mother and Father along with him and Matthew had picnics by the beautiful sunflowers.

Alfred misses his life back in Kansas, but there was no way to go back there and his father doesn't want to go Kansas. The American boy does his best to smile, think positively, and make the best out of things. Alfred believes there is always a silver lining and a person should always have hope for a better tomorrow. You never know what tomorrow will bring and the blonde haired boy has no idea that he will be kidnapped in the afternoon along with being brought to Russia.

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