A/N- Hey there everybody. I haven't wrote any stories for a while so I apologize if I'm rusty, but hopefully I can get back into the groove of things. Nonethless, this is not a story I wish to halt, and I will see through to the end if people enjoy it. It came at a spur of a moment, and after a lot of thought with only a simple idea, I began to write. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy the slightly short chapter, and yeah. That's it. Well, enjoy and review~
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I only own the plot used and any possible Oc's that may be added during the coarse of the story.
Two boys walked along the sidewalk with hands clasped together. They were young boys, the age of six or so and seemed to be brothers or even twins. Both had blond hair with glasses and were the same height, wearing similar clothes with similar shoes. They merely walked down the sidewalk one day. Now this scene wouldn't be abnormal, but there were a few facts that stood out and broke the usually common sight.
Rain poured down, the droplets pelting all those who happen to be outside to stand Mother Nature's wrath. A sheet of dark gray clouds covered the sky, the sun nowhere in sight. Thunder rumbled occasionally and lightening streaked the sky in brilliant bursts. Car horns blared as they raced across the partially flooded road, headlights shining like beacons through the mist. Water was kicked up from the churning wheels, some muddy water happening to splash the few pedestrians bustling on the sidewalks. The older folk clasped umbrella's above their heads, hurrying along through the weather with angry mumbles and noises of complaint about the weather or their day.
Yet even as the two young twins were shoved occasionally by larger figures, they kept walking. What else were they to do? Sit down in the iced rain and suffer? No, they had to keep on walking. Without their umbrellas, in the rain, being shoved around by adults, with only each other.
These two boys, both of different nationalities had no home. The duo had run away from an orphanage they both had resided at during the morning. It was hard to sneak past the staff working at the orphanage. Thankfully though, because of the rain, not as many workers had been out and about, so the young children had been able to sneak by. They went to the back of the building once outside, and after a near impasse involving a gate, they had managed to unlatch it before they were free. Free, but lost. And very, very cold.
Exhaustion was tugging at the two boys, and it was starting to show. Slouching in posture, shuffling steps, eyelids struggling to stay open. All signs of fatigue and hunger which were setting in. How would they not suffer signs and symptoms in a situation like this. Nonetheless, the two boys continued on wards, white knuckled hands clasped together tightly as if the roaring wind might blow the other away.
"H-Hey Alfred?" The soft voice uttered was nearly drowned out by the roaring wind, the drumming of rain, and a sudden gray car honking its horn. The younger of the two had spoke, glancing over with glistening light blue, nearly lilac eyes. Water caused him to squint slightly, and ran off his light brown hair which was darkened from it's usual wheat blond shade. The red hoodie he wore did little to protect him from the weather as ice cold water soaked straight through, while his blue pants were likewise. His shoes sloshed with each tired step, water numbing his toes and causing wrinkles.
"Yeah Mattie?" Came the returned voice from the male known as Alfred. He offered a beaming white smile in return despite the atmosphere. His light blue eyes glimmered, only a shade off from his brother's. His hair was darkened as well, the locks plastered to his forehead and neck. Water fogged his glasses as he squinted through them as well. He wore a dark brown jacket with a white shirt underneath, the thin extra layer doing nothing to aid warmth wise. His jeans were soaked and tightening with the dampness, old beaten shoes uncomfortable on his feet.
Alfred's brother Matthew seemed hesitant to respond. His hand trembled in Alfred's, whole body shivering as well. Whether it be the cold or fear it was unknown, but it was not a sign of good health. Alfred swerved in his step to avoid slamming his little body into an adult dressed in a fancy suit who raced by clutching an umbrella and a leather briefcase. Alfred only glared at his back before continuing along.
"D-Do you t-think you could carry m-me?" Matthew asked in his soft voice. His gaze was aimed at the sidewalk, before he suddenly coughed softly. His breath puffed in the air before him as well as clouding up his glasses. Alfred couldn't help a small and sad smile, though he nodded his head.
"Sure thing bro." Were the returned words from the American with a childish glimmer slowly forming in his eyes.
He halted, and Alfred unclasped his hand from his brother's. The Canadian hesitantly made his way to his brother's back, sniffling softly. Carefully, two hands rested on Alfred's shoulders, before his jumped up delicately, not wanting to harm Alfred. As the older of the two secured the youngers legs and bent forward a little to make it easier before he started walking once more. Matthew had always been a thin and sickly child, so he did not weigh much. His weight was something akin to a backpack.
Just a young boy giving another a piggyback ride, as they walked down the rainy streets of America one afternoon.
The twins carried on for some while in silence. They didn't know what they were looking for, or where they even were going. Alfred had posed the idea of finding a family in the orphanage from time to time, so perhaps that was what was being done. It was unsure, but a silent confirmation started to form. As the duo steadily made their way further and further from town, more houses started to appear.
The houses varied in shapes and sizes, very different from the towering buildings in the crowded city. Colors varied from dull to bright, and sometimes large or small cars were parked outside. Lawns varied from well groomed to not groomed at all with grass growing up to the ankles of some people. Sometimes flags were hung outside houses, and other times decorations of flowers made their places outside the homes. Lights radiated from the windows, giving glimmers of hope and providing a welcoming and inviting feel. Warmth was provided from the rain inside, and sometimes music or noise could be heard from TV's or old radios from inside. There was one thing that made each house passed the same. They were home.
Both sets of blue eyes stared with curiosity, wonder, and slight fear at the wooden and brick structures. Alfred continued to walk, with Matthew on his back, and growing confidence as he examined the buildings.
"Hey Alfred?" Was the soft tone. Matthew's warm breath ghosted across Alfred's chilled skin as he rested his head on his twin's shoulder. Alfred glanced at the pale skinned male from the corner of his eyes.
"Yeah Matthew?" Was the response, identical to minutes earlier. Or had it been hours before. The time was starting to blend together, in one big blur. They were lost, lost in time and reality, and needed to be found.
"My back hurts..." Matthew uttered in a even quieter tone than before. Such a simple sentence. Not many would think much besides a complaining child, but Alfred knew more. He knew and he understood. "I'm sorry Mattie. I'm doin' my best though! I promise I'm gonna find us a home soon!"
"Will there be food?" Asked the Canadian against his brother's neck. His body was wracked with shivers by this point, eyes half lidded as exhaustion took its toll on his young body. "Yeah! All the food you could imagine! Hamburgers, hot dogs, pasta, tacos, cake, cookies, anything!" Alfred chirped, half forcing the merry tone into his voice. "Will there be warmth?" Was the next innocent question. "Sure!" Came the automatic response. "It will be so warm that we'll want the cold again!"
Matthew fell silent as Alfred walked on. Then the young blond boy piped back up, his voice barely a whisper. "Will there be toys?" Alfred had to pause, but responded with just as much enthusiasm in his voice. "Action figures, puzzles, jacks, even video games. All sorts of toys. It will be awesome!"
Matthew sighed softly, eyes completely shut. His body was lax, plastered against his twin's. Trembles wracked his form, though his beating heart could be felt through the thin layers, reassuring Alfred.
"How about the parents? What will they be like?" He then asked. Alfred paused longer this time. The boy thought for a moment, before responding with care though hope was laced in his voice. If Matthew could see his childish face, he would see the hope shining in his eyes and etched upon his features. "I'm not sure actually. Though they'll be the bestest parents ever!"
"Bestest isn't a word..."
"Sure it is!" Was the response fight off the bat to Matthews groggy words. Alfred was starting to grow tired as well. He had been since they left the orphanage, even before hand, though he was drained to the bone at this point. Yet he kept pressing on for his brother. At last, Alfred decided it was time. Hopefully he would choose correct. The house he chose could make it or break it.
What if their new parents hated them?
What if they were turned away?
What if they were yelled at?
What if the orphanage was called?
What if something happened to either one of them?
So many 'what ifs' and chances and none were good.
Alfred would just have to do his best, and hope he chose correctly. So with that, the twins who had been walking in the rain away from the orphanage in the rain, started towards a house at random with a small blooming hope.
The house was made of wooden planks and were painted a shade of dark green. Light shone out from the windows, the lights on the porch lit as well. The shingles of the house along the roof were dark brown, nearly black, and a few were missing from the surface. There was a small porch with a few steps, and flowers of all sorts stayed in pots that were scattered about the porch. A portion of earth was dug up in the well trimmed lawn, half a garden starting where the portion of dug up ground was. Some young saplings grew around the yard, though there was nothing more of interest. A garage was attached to the side of the house, matching the same shade, with the doors firmly shut. The house was of decent size, possibly a little larger than average, and there was a second story.
In all honesty, the looks weren't too important for the weary children. It just looked welcoming.
Shivering and trembling against the rain, Alfred pressed on. He walked up the driveway, trudging across the sidewalk to conquer the stairs. His breath floated in the ice cold air before him, and his hair was a shade of darkened brown due to the amount of water. His clothes clutched close to his body, dragging him down and slowing his progress. Matthew's body clutched merely closer, a soft whimper escaping the boy. He dug his face into Alfred's neck, thin rimmed glasses knocked askew. His body was wracked violently by shivers and the occasional muffled cough.
The duo finally stood under the overhang, partially shielded from wind and rain. Droplets still pelted at them from the wind which pushed the water in every direction imaginable. A steady puddle of water was growing beneath Alfred's waterlogged shoes.
Alfred had to free an arm from holding up the thin boy to ring the doorbell. Otherwise they would simply be standing out on someone's porch alone. A soft 'eep' was uttered from the Canadian, and his grip grew tighter at the shift of weight. "Sorry, just don't let go. Just a few more minutes until our new parents will find us and help us." Reassured Alfred in a tone less confident than before.
He rocked up onto the balls of his feet so he could stretch up and press the button glowing before him. The bell chimed its muffled song of simple bells ringing. Alfred shifted back onto flat feet, arm hooking back under Matthew's left leg to keep him up upon his back. Alfred looked over the dark brown door that stood barring their way before him.
Alfred's heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel Matthew's accelerate against his jacket covered back. His head tucked further if possible, not wanting to see the outcome of whatever was going to occur. Alfred swallowed the lump forming in his throat, as footsteps sounded, drawing louder as they came closer. He worried his lip between his bright white teeth, nearly drawing blood from the force. His lips were already cracked from this habit, and there was bound to be another lesion appearing. Then the footsteps suddenly stopped and the door swung open.
Two blond figures towered above them, staring down at the drenched children who shook from the wind and rain. Before the adults even had a chance to question on why the two boys were there, Alfred spoke up in a loud tone.
"Will you please be our parents?!"
A/N- Ta da, I hope this was decent for a first chapter. They might get a little longer or shorter, but for now. Er. Ta da! Word count is 2,388, and feedback appreciated. Until the next chapter my comrades!