Arthur Ignatius KirklandThat's the only thing that I could remember when a bright like woke me up, finding myself alone and bloodied deep within the forest.
I felt pain all over my body, especially my head, and when I touched it, blood coated my small hands. I looked around and found my self at the bottom of a cliff, which probably means I fell from there. It's surprising that I'm still alive.
A faint glow caught my attention as it seems to flew closer to my face. And looking closer, it's not just some light, but a small man with wings, glowing.
"Are you alright, lad?" He asked, warm green light surrounding him.
I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out and it worried the man in front of me. He flew closer, so I reached my hand out to him and he landed there, sitting at my palm.
"It's alright. You're alright. You can nod and shook for now." He said and gave me a faint smile.
I opened my mouth again to assure him I understand, when I remembered that I can't talk, so I nod my head and smiled sheepishly at him instead.
I stood up with him on my hand, but the world seems to tilt and I fall back down to the ground, pain exploding on my head and my body. I gripped my head and heard myself whimpered as the small man fret over me.
I heard a rustle and instinctively, I grabbed something nearby, which happens to be a rock, to protect myself. Though surely it won't make much, but I won't fall down without a fight.
I readied myself for the worse, the pain not helping me at my situation at all, and waited for something to come out of the bush.
I saw a shadow as it gets closer, but it surprised me when a child came out.
He has white blond hair, and a nice shade of violet as a pair for eyes, wearing cloak that almost covered his small feet, and a white as snow scarf.
His eyes got wide when he saw me, his eyes looking around till he called out for someone.
I can't understand what he just said, but I know that he called out for his friends. I tried to move away from him, but I just caught his attention. He walk towards me, carefully, like I'm some wild deer.
He said something to me but I can't understand it. My face turned into a scowl as he tried to approach me with his language. He seemed to understand that I can't understand him, then his face light up and smiled at me.
"My name's Ivan. Are you alright?" He asked as he stopped taking steps towards me.
I just scowled at him, debating wether I should trust this child or not.
I nod my head, lying, but my head got hurt pretty bad, making me hiss in pain. I saw the kid name Ivan rush over me as he fretted over my wounds. Once again, he called out in his language, and this time, a man came out of the bushes.
He's pretty tall and intimidating, but worry's all over his face. He owns the same pair of violet eyes as Ivan and the same blond hair, so I'm guessing he's his father.
They talked for awhile, till I felt the man's arms on me, lifting me off the ground and carrying me on his arms.
I panicked, afraid of where he'll take me so I fight the man off; Kicking, punching, and wiggling out of his grasp. Till I ended up with my last retort, I bit him.
He lost his grip on me and I fell ungracefully down to the ground, hitting my head once again. I started too see dark spots and the pain's unbearable, but when I see them get near me again, I stood up, backed away, and growled at them.
"It's alright. We're not gonna hurt you. We just need to take you back to our cabin and help you with your wounds." With a soothing voice, the man reached his hand out towards me, not taking a step as if respecting my space.
I looked at him, them back to the kid whose have his fist on his scarf, smiling at me. A soft familiar glow caught my stare and found the small man earlier. He gave me a nod, telling me that I could trust them. So hesitantly, I looked back at the man's eyes, and reached out to his hand.
His soft smile clicked something in me, a rare soft smile from a red head lad wearing pirate scrubs. I blinked the vision away, and saw the man taking me back into his arms. I just let him, pain too much for me that I don't think I could even stand much for long.
I saw the green light flew close at my face and gave me a kiss on my forehead. I smiled at him and he smiled back. He rested on top of my folded hands as I drifted away for sleep.
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Hi!
Pretty short, I know. But I decided that this is it before we start to the next arc.New cover for new arc!
I'm posting the picture I've used for the old cover here, coz' I'll be changing the cover and I can't so far find the edited one I used for cover. Shout out to the awesome artist who drew it! I don't know who you are, but you're awesome because the art is so damn good!
There's a black out here in our area, probably because of the typhoon and all, so I've got spare time to write because it's dark and I've got no chances to do my work without light. So more likely, there'll be another chapter to follow this coz' I'll keep writing till the power's back or I've run out of battery.
(The power just came back, and that's 12hrs people! My phone gave up on me earlier so I wasn't able to finish the following chapter. Sorry.)
"I don't own Hetalia, only the same bushy brows with Iggy. This is fanfictional writing, so the events are clearly not true, so if ever a same event took place, I am certain that it's just a coincidence. If a same plot is found, it is another coincidence to enjoy, but if it has the same lines and words with the exactly same plot, please let me know the details. Though I doubt such a thing would happen. My grammar is too crappy in the first place, so who would bother. Right?
Andd, I'm apologizing for typos and wrong grammar. I'll do my best to improve."
See you next chapter, bear cubs!
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