Yay! Another update! I'm getting sorta good at these, aren't I? Anyways, time to spin the... WHEEL OF FEELS™!
Let's see what our topic is today... /spins wheel
IT'S... DAVIE!
Enjoy~
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There is a certain unspoken rule between nations.
To break this rule would cause more pain and heartbreak than ever.
However, that rule seems to have been broken many times throughout history.
This rule involves positive relationships with those who are mortal. Since nations are immortal for the most part, it is quite obvious to see how this would not end well.
Even so, Gilbert did it, Francis did it, Ivan did it, and so did others. So, what's so wrong with one more?
The nation in particular happened to be a small, young, and naïve, Alfred F. Jones. The mortal in particular was a child, slightly older than him. Davie was his name, and he was possibly the first true friend Alfred ever had.
"Hi, I'm Davie!" The boy exclaimed during their first meeting.
"My name's Ame- I mean, Alfred! Alfred F. Jones!" He responded, careful only to state his human name, for he knew that much, at least.
Instantly, they became great friends.
Not long after that, Davie started to show an odd interest in flowers, specifically one he called a "forget-me-not." From there, little Alfred was completely determined to please his new friend no matter what, and if that meant finding some flower he didn't even know existed, he was most definitely going to do it.
After that, Alfred waved goodbye to his new friend, bidding himgoodnight, and promising to see him again the next day.
This was a promise he made well on, but not in a way he'd expect.
"Davie! Davie!" Alfred called out, running towards his house, filled to the brim with energy.
What he was met with was very unpleasant.
Standing at the door, there was someone who looked like Davie, but he was taller, and older.
"Who is it?" A boy who Alfred could not see behind this Davie look-alike asked him.
"Ah, it's just some kid, probably got the wrong place." He said, bending down to Alfred's level. "Hey, go run back to your parents, alright? You shouldn't be out here alone, alright?"
Alfred was extremely confused, but said nothing of it, and went back to his caretaker, Arthur Kirkland's, house.
The next day, he went back, and was met with an old man, who seemed to have two kids, a boy and a girl.
"Davie…?"
It was basically the same thing that happened with the Davie look-alike. He simply told him that he had the wrong house, and to go back home.
Throughout these attempts of trying to find Davie, Alfred realised he'd forgot something important. The flower. If he did find Davie, then with this, he could apologise for being gone for so long, as well as boost his friendship with him! It was perfectt
"Hey, England?" Alfred called out when he got home.
"Yes, America?" He responded, emerging from out of his office room.
"England, do you know where can I find this flower called a forget-me-not?"
"Yes, but they are quite far off… why do you need to know?"
"I need one for my friend Davie! He's been set on finding one and when I see him again, I want to give one to him!"
"This… friend of yours, Davie, he isn't a nation… is he?"
"No, but I still need to find them for him! Please, England, take me to them, please?!"
Normally, England wouldn't approve of this type of relationship, but seeing the pure joy sparkling within the depths of those bright blue eyes… he just couldn't bring himself to take this away from him. And so, with a nod, they set out.
It turned out that England was right. Within a field, there was an abundance of the small blue flowers. They were beautiful, and it was obvious why Davie had spent so long searching for them. But now, no longer, because Alfred would bring back as many flowers as his tiny little arms could carry!
Once they got back, he left many of the petals scattered around the floor. Still, he was far too happy to care. For as long as at least one flower was still perfect, it would be fine.
The next day, Alfred was met with a sight that spread happiness throughout his very being.
It was Davie.
Not a Davie look-alike, not an old man who looked remotely like him, but it was Davie. It had to be!
"Davie! Davie!" He shouted to the boy.
However, he payed Alfred little to no attention, even when he ran right up to him.
"Davie… I-I have the flowers, remember?"
The boy said nothing, and placed them into a box of some sort, one that contained a person that seemed to be sleeping, resting on a bed of infinite other flowers. With that, he walked away.
Confused, and quite saddened, he ran back home to Arthur, to tell him what happened.
"America, what are you doing home so early? I'd assumed you'd still be out with that friend of yours. Did he like the flowers?"
"I... I don't know."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Davie says that he isn't Davie." Alfred stated, sniffing a little. "Davie says that a stranger sleeping in a box is Davie. He wouldn't talk to me, though. Do you think he's mad at me?"
Upon realisation of what really happened, Arthur's face softened greatly at his words, a look of pity planted on his features. It made him seem older, in a way.
"Yeah, I know, I'm sad too. I bet Davie must be real lonely, sleeping in a place like that…"
Without a word, he enveloped Alfred in a tight hug, tears forming in his eyes.
"I… I should've seen this coming…"
"Seen what? Why are you crying? What's going on?"
"I'm so sorry…."
「ｈｅｔａｌｉａ！ｏｎｅｓｈｏｔｓ」
It was about 12:30 noon when a 19-year-old Alfred sat at a bench at a park, chatting away with one of his friends, Feliciano Vargas. Since the world conference was going to be America this time, he took this chance to meet up with the people he didn't usually talk to. It was nice to be with those who didn't think he was an idiot. It made him feel like he was really worth something.
Upon spotting a quite lovely girl standing a small distance away, Italy was instantly drawn to her, claiming that he'd be right back.
That was fine - Italians were always like that, it seemed.
He smiled and laughed to himself at this - he may not have been the smartest, or most clever, or the best at much, but Feliciano was persistent, at least.
He sat there for a while, watching as he flirted with the girl, seemingly successful, until someone came up to him, someone who seemed oddly familiar.
"Hey, you alone here?"
"Nah, my friend's over there, with that girl."
"Oh, heh. May I sit anyways?"
"Sure, why not? What's your name, by the way?"
"Oh, I'm Davie! And you?"
At that moment, Alfred felt a strange connection to this person, and he really didn't understand why. But it felt as if he were important to him, somehow. Maybe it was déjà vu, maybe it happened in some sort of past life, but still, he wanted to be friends with him, because somewhere, in the deepest parts of his mind, he cared for him, and he felt determined to please him, no matter what.
It was also then that infinite amounts of joy, energy, and hope once again filled those ocean blue eyes hidden behind glass frames.
"My name's Ame-" He stopped himself short of his sentence.
"I mean, Alfred. Alfred F. Jones."
「ｆｏｒｇｅｔ－ｍｅ－ｎｏｔ」
Haha this one probably wasn't as good but oh well!
I still hope you liked!
This comic and episode has caused so much pain... I'd like to thank Italy Veneziano for cutting off the episode with Hetalian Jet tho xD
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