Hetalia One-Shots

UsUk : Broken Wings

  A cool breeze flew through the city, carrying a couple colored leaves with it. Cars zoomed past pedestrians, everyone having somewhere to be. The ring of bells echoed through the street as a group of friends left a café. Alfred, a tall blond with ocean blue eyes, hidden behind thin rectangular glasses; laughed with his friends. He waved at them going in an other direction than the small crowd.

  They parted leaving Alfred to walk the street alone. He placed his earphones in his ears and turned the music on. He shoved his phone along with his hands in his pockets. He hummed to the beat of the music and strolled down the street. The man set foot on the road wanting to cross it while looking straight ahead absentmindedly. Alfred didn't see a car coming fast towards him at full speed.

  "Watch out!"

  Alfred was tackled to the ground before he knew it. The car zoomed past him leaving him sprawled on the ground. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He saw a small man, extremely panicked, hovering on top of him. "No, oh no," he whispered, pushing himself off and shaking his head. In the blink of an eye, he vanished, leaving Alfred as confused as ever.

  Passersby stopped and kneeled near the blue-eyed blond, helping him up. "Wow, you were lucky man, those were some pretty nice reflexes!" a guy said, walking Alfred to the sidewalk.

The tall man blinked several times and tried to reply. "But, it wasn't me... Someone pushed me back," he muttered rubbing the back of his head.

The man with him looked at him weirdly. "Nah man, there was no one on the street. Well, anyway, be careful next time, I gotta go."

  And so, Alfred was left alone once more. He winced in pain and started walking on the sidewalk not wanting to cross the road anytime soon.

*

  The twenty-three year old blond slouched on his couch the whole evening while switching the channels of his T.V. as nothing interesting was on. He had patched himself up and couldn't stop thinking about the small man he had seen. He told himself that it was probably just a hallucination from the shock but then, how did he have the reflex to jump back? He barely even saw the car coming up to him.

  He sighed and hung his head backwards, closing his blue eyes a brief moment. They fluttered open as the sound of shuffling feet came from behind him. He turned the T.V. off to hear better. Then he saw, in the reflection of the empty screen, a confused and startled man standing behind Alfred on the other side of the couch.

  The young American cried out in surprise and jumped back on the opposite side of where the man was standing. He stumbled to his feet and stood so that the sofa was separating both men. The man did nothing but stare at his hands, slightly shaking. Alfred calmed himself and rapidly observed the man. He had messy blond hair covering his eyes, his mouth slightly opened, small gasps breathed out of it. He was draped in a white robe hanging on his right shoulder and falling gracefully down to his knees. The milky cloth was held by a golden rope tied around the man's thin hips. Alfred disregarded the strange attire and his eyes lit up.

  "Hey!" The man flinched, his face turned to the carpet. "You're the guy! The guy who saved me earlier! Thanks so much, I owe you my life, literally. But like, how did you get in my house?"

The trembling man turned his back to Alfred clutching his hair and hiding his face in his palms. "No, no, no... What have I done..." Alfred furrowed his eyebrows in confusion then noticed something he hadn't before.

  In the man's back were small, pearl white wings gently folded behind him. Alfred stared in awe and wondered how he could have missed such an important detail during his observation earlier. His gaze climbed up to the man's head and searched for an aureole. Indeed there was one, however glowing very dimly, almost as if dying.