A cold wish (shipping fan fictions)

A cold wish (slight FrUK, hetalia)

Hey there, fellow Hetalia lovers! This idea came to me while I was listening to the Clannad soundtrack of "the place where wishes come true" and I was like ; OMG major brainstorm, I must write this down on Wattpad! Just to say, there shall be other hetalia brainstorms joining this one as time passes so stay toon in case an idea comes. Ps, I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR IT'S CHARACTERS!!!!!

In the dark, bare forests of England, it was snowing hard. The white wisps of cold had long turned into huge cascades of falling frost, the sky had turned from a lazy grey hue to an inky stain, and the once lush green and brown trees had wilted and hardened into black wood pillars. Sitting frozen and alone at the base of one of these pillars was a small child, a heavy emerald cloak barely keeping the cold off of his blond head and trying in vain to warm his small body. His pearly white teeth chattered relentlessly behind blue lips and his beaten and bruised arms hugged himself for comfort. Another chilly wind slashed through him and he brought his bare footed legs more into himself. He opened his bottle green eyes that once matched the forest floor and stared at his blue toes. He could no longer feel them and no longer move them. He rested his head back against the tree and looked into the vast cloudy sky above him. What had he possibly done to deserve this? To be tortured by his own brothers, outcasted by his only friend France, and now left to die in solitude without ever knowing what love is? Love. France had talked about it many times. England had often asked what love is but each time France replied with "you'll find out when your older, mon petit lapin." Now England will never know.

As the little lonely boy looked into the sky, he found a brake in the clouds. A place where he cold see the stars in the dark blue sea above. He picked out a star constellation in the space; Orion's Belt. 'Orion is lucky' England thought to himself ' to have other stars with him, he has company with him forever and ever.' Somewhere behind that constellation, a star fell from the sky. For a brief moment a spark went off in the little boy's eyes.

"A shooting star." He said out loud. His eyes fluttered closed, pieces of snow stuck to them making him look like a snow fairy, and he put his hands together in a prayer. "I wish that I will find out what love is." Somewhere in front of him he heard a thud in the snow. When he opened his eyes after a little struggle, he saw two black flat stones at his feet. Slowly he moved himself to reach out and touch them. "Even I know these are not what love is." England grumbled to the sky. In the tree a squirrel moved out along the branch directly over England, preparing to jump to the next tree. The little woodland creature was successful but managed to snap a few twigs of the branch, sending them down just in front of the stones. That gave him an idea. As painlessly as possible, the little nation crawled over to the presents the star had given him and took the stones in his completely numb hands. It took him a few tries but he managed to create a few sparks using the stones which in turn set the twigs on fire. It was tiny, only two flames burned in the pile but it was enough, however it would soon blow out.

While staring into the fire, England's eye lids began to get heavy. 'I'll rest my eyes just for a little while' he thought and let his eyes close. When he opened them an entire new landscape was waiting for him. A warm breeze blew across a vast grassy field and the sun blazed brightly in a blue sky dotted with puffy white clouds. The tree he was leaning against was filled with leaves, flowers and apples and a sweet smell was drifting down from it.

"Where am I?" England asked himself. He didn't really care tho. He launched himself into the sunlight away from the shade of the tree and warmed his frozen limbs. It stung at first because the feeling was coming back into his fingers and toes but after a while it was pure bliss. He ran around the tree in the sun and laughed with joy at the tickling sensation of Grass on his feet. A voice spoke from behind him.

"Sasana." A heavy Scottish accent called from around the tree. England froze and his heartbeat rang in his ears. "Hey, Sasana, come on over here!" It wasn't the same tone as Scotland but it was the same person. A head of fiery hair and England's bottle green eyes, he wore a red and black kilt and his bow was slung over his back. But he was different from the tyrant that hunted his younger brother along with Wales and Ireland who stood behind him. This Scotland, Wales and Ireland smiled at him like they had been best friends forever. Ireland laughed lightly.

"Yer looking at us like we just murdered somethin'! Ye do-Nate want the food to get cold!" After finally finding his legs England cautiously made his way over to his brothers only to be picked up and set on Scotland's shoulder! They just smiled at him as his eyes set themselves on a grand looking picnic. France was there in the middle of it all putting plates down in a circle around the feast, his crystal blue eyes looked up at them and he smiled.

"Bonjour Anglattere, I'm glad you made it. Please sit down where you like!" Scotland set the bemused little boy down on his feet and sat down at a space next to him. England sat in between France and his eldest brother and took a piece of bread from a serving plate. It was warm and soft and extraordinary delicious for a baguette.

"It's...good." He said quietly and the other countries took that as a sign to dig in themselves.

The sun was setting, casting a bright orange glow across the field. England sat in Frances lap and desperately tried to stay awake. His stomach was full and he was all played out. The afternoon had gone so quickly it was like just a few minutes ago he had woken up in this world. After he had eaten the picnic he played with His brothers for hours who had fallen asleep around them, snoring softly in the late sun. France was propped up against the tree and stroking England's hair softly. He hadn't said a word so far, just sat there being comfy for the little boy.

"Do you remember when I asked you what love was?" England asked drowsily. France gave a soft "mm hm."

"I think I figured it out." "Oh?" The little blonde nodded. "It's being with the people you care about. Wanting to be with them and cherishing the moments you have together...right?" At the end of that sentence he gave a cute little yawn. France nodded again.

"That is exactly right, mon Lapin." A tiny, tired smile came onto the tiny nations lips.

"In that case, I love you France. Not just you, Scotland, Ireland and Wales too. I love you all." His vision began to get blurry and his eye lids closed without him wanting them too. He wanted to see the people he loved a little longer. The last thing he heard before he fell asleep was France.

"We all love you too, England."

*after*

Scotland and France trudged through the forest in the bitter cold morning, searching for England. It was the worst snow storm they had ever seen last night and they knew the little nation had no where to sleep.

"It's all yer fault France! If ye hadn't yelled at the lad we wouldn't have to go out lookin' for him!" Scotland spat at the other earning a shout back.

"Well, YOU should have looked after him better since he is YOUR brother! It's a little bit late to suddenly start caring about him after you made his life a living hell!"

"Don't start with that! Ye know we all feel terrible about it, there's no need to drag us down even more!"

"Well I feel bad too! Poor little Anglattere must be heart broken the only person who ever cared about him threw him out! Terrible!"

"IM GONNA WRING YER THROAT!!" The angered teen stopped yelling as a bundle of green caught his eye in the snow.

"Look! That must be him!" They both ran over to the pile and looked down at the sleeping boy. His face was pale enough to match the surrounding snow and he was waist down buried in snow. His small head was bowed and tilted to the right slightly.

"Hey, Sasana? Wake up, we got to get you warm." Scotland said as softly as he could muster, kneeling down and shaking his shoulder. Snow fell from his hood and onto his limp arms.

"Anglattere?" France kneeled down next to the red head scot. Both teens started to get worried. "Are you alright?" He lifted the emerald cloak from his face so they could see it fully. His eyes were closed and little pieces of snow stuck to his long eye lashes and eye brows making him look like the snow fairies he usually talked about. A content smile was left on his blue lips, like he was having a wonderful dream. From his right eye a tear was frozen into ice on his cheek.