HETALIA IS A MANGA BY HIDEKAZ HIMARUYA
The events narrated in this fanfiction are part of the real history of Spain. Note, however, that they are seen from the perspective of Spain and a Spanish writer: you might encounter some stereotypes or negative views, past or present, that could be offensive. Also, as much as I have done my research, the dates appearing here and some information might not be exact.
That day, everyone said it, the sun seemed to shine brighter than usual, warmer—not really hot, just...perfectly warm.
And from one of those rays of pleasant sun, a miracle was born.
The light caressed the golden grass in between the two mountains, and there, in that spot, a silhouette started to appear on the soil, barely visible at first, then translucent and finally opaque, touchable, real.
The couple arrived when it was too late to watch this completely marvelous phenomenon, but apparently just in time.
The man stopped the cart when his woman stood up, suddenly alarmed by something he didn't perceive. What was the matter, he was about to ask, when she stopped him with a gesture of her hand. They both listened, and thanks to that silence he heard what had caught her attention.
A child? Crying? In the middle of nowhere?
It sounded close, somewhere in the grass around them.
Both of them got out of the cart and inspected the area, trying to find the source of that voice. It was not their minds playing tricks on them, they were really hearing a baby cry!
There! The man ran about five yards away from the cart and crouched down to grab something from the ground. He turned around, wide-eyed, and walked to his wife's encounter. In his hands there was a very small child, completely naked, red for crying at the top of his lungs.
The lady gasped at the sight of that defenseless tiny thing and the maternal instinct got over every fiber of her entire being. She quickly but gently grabbed the child and cradled him in her arms, whispering to comfort him, while her husband asked aloud, to the mountains, if there was someone around. Whoever had left that baby in the open had to be far away by that time—and heartless too. Who could leave a son, such a beautiful son at the mercy of the weather and the wolves, to starve? They had gotten married not so long before, after some miscarriages they got to conceive their first daughter, but the gods didn't allow her to live past her first two days on earth. At some point many in the village thought that the woman was going to die of grief, seeing how her womb was rotten. They wished to have a child more than anything in the world, and there were some who abandoned theirs to their fate like they were dirt under their sandals! How cruel, how evil...
He was so beautiful, even crying like a piglet as he was...When he opened his eyes and looked at them, too young to really see nothing but shadows, and they saw his eyes were green as emeralds...
The woman gave her husband a long, pleading look and that was enough. A smile formed in the man's beard. He wrapped his arms around the woman, supported his head on her shoulder to look at the baby. His rough and big hands caressed his head delicately, as if it was a glass child. Such precious thing...
If no one wanted him, no one would care if they took him with them...
Two hopped off the cart and three got on. On their way home, as the baby held onto his new mother and hungrily sucked that breast still full of milk he was offered, they started thinking about possible ways to name him.