I don't own Hetalia! end/AN/
It was with the shattering of glass that America knew something was wrong. He dropped his book and went running to the kitchen.
"Molossia!" He spotted the barefoot micronation staring at the smashed glass. There was also a lot of dirt.
Molossia looked over at him and put out his hands. "No, it's okay! I know what I'm doing!"
America crunched through the glass, lifting Molossia off of the floor and onto the counter. "You could have seriously hurt yourself! What were you…"
Huh. There were jars, vases, and glass cups of every kind through the kitchen, filled with dirt.
Molossia promptly started to cry, saying… something. It was muffled by his hands.
"Hey, bud, what exactly are you doing?" America looked around the kitchen, taking in the scent of mud. "Where did you even get all this dirt?"
Molossia positively wept, pointing at the jar on the floor.
Now that Alfred looked closer, he could make out a dandelion among the dirt and glass. He patted Molossia on the back, trying to get him to calm down. "Hey, you can tell me what you were doing. It's okay, I'm not going to be mad."
Most of what Molossia said then was unintelligible, but one loud word broke through: 'Garden.'
America looked at every one of them, and could see plants of many different kinds in the containers. He even recognized a tomato plant. "You wanted a garden?"
Molossia nodded, wiping at his face with dirt streaked hands.
America put up one finger. "Let me take care of the glass, and we'll talk, okay?"
He swept it into a paper bag, and then put it in the trashcan. As soon as he lifted Molossia from the counter, the small micronation wrapped his arms around him, crying into his belly.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. You're not in trouble."
"I just wanna garden," Molossia cried, voice still wavering a lot.
"Well, you should have said something to me. Mol, none of these plants are properly potted, and you just used dirt from the yard, and it's too heavily packed, and plus, some of these plants are weeds."
Molossia sniffled. "I just wanted to grow them."
America felt back, so he said, "Tell you what, how about we use pots, potting soil, and some seeds from good plants like cucumber plants and bell pepper plants?"
"Okay." Molossia sniffled, wiping at his dirty face.
"Let's clean these up, and then we can go pick up what we need, okay?" America patted Molossia on the back.
It turned out that Molossia had quite the green thumb, and for all the time that he stayed in America's house, he kept the garden going.
Sometimes America missed fresh cucumbers and tomatoes.
/AN/ I hope y'all enjoyed it! I'm on a fanfiction spree lately because I'm stuck on my original writing. But maybe this will help with pre-school jitters. I hope it does, anyway.