Hetalia One-Shots [REQUESTS OPEN]

Unnoticed (Sealand)

The park is where I spend most days. Its somehow peaceful to me despite how busy it may get or even during the quiet days. I sit in the same spot, on the bench under the large oak tree some ways away from the playground in the center. There's a lake but after this one old guy kept throwing bread at me and not the ducks, I flipped and moved elsewhere. I'm not usually bothered, which I'm fine with. But there's one thing that does; or rather, one person.

Its a boy, maybe twelve, who sits by himself seven yards away. He always sits there in the middle of the bench with his knees to his face and arms wrapped around them; he doesn't have anyone with him, is there before I do and stays after I leave. I'm concerned, worried. Day by day I find myself looking over to him in his sailor outfit wondering where his parents are; what's bothering him?

Sighing I adjust my (favorite color) glasses and look down at my jeans and shirt, wiping dirt or leaves from it, and stand. Tomorrow, I tell myself. If he's still here tomorrow I'll go to him; and if not.... Then I no longer need to loose sleep worrying over a lonely boy.

~Time Skip to a day later ~

I ran to the park today.

Now, I stand at the entrance, out of breath with an aching shoulder. My messenger bag sweeps the ground, dragging me down even more. But I don't have time to curse the bag, I promised to see the young boy today.

I straighten up and begin the walk to my usual spot. I make it there in just a few minutes; my eyes immediately look around for the boy in a sailor outfit. And I find him, in the same position as he has been.

I frown. Something serious is wrong with him. He comes to the park but doesn't play; he never looks up from his knees.... Hopefully, maybe, someone will come for him today. If not, I will fulfill my silent promise.

~Time skip some hours later~

"Hey. Kid." I poke him.

"Go away," he mumbles as he turns his head away.

I don't move. "Kid, I brought you lunch, okay? I could hear your stomach growling from seven miles away." Maybe a joke, I reason, might get him up?

The boy stiffens. I can imagine what's going through his mind as his fingers twitch and, again, his stomach growls. I wait patiently, not at all oblivious to the fact that me, a stranger, is offering him, a child, food. It could be poisoned; but its not. I could be planning to kidnap him; but I don't want to. A lot, I can imagine.

"What is it?" he finally whispers.

I don't stop myself from grinning. "Some burgers form McDonald's; salad and juice from Wendy's. Wasn't sure if you're a burger kid or salad so...." From where I am, crouched in front of him, I think I saw his lip twitch.

"I'll take the burger, thank you. You can leave it beside me and go," he scoots over some, enough for the bag to sit beside him.

I chuckle. "Sorry kid but I'm not just go leave ya."

"Oh?" I bet he raised an eyebrow at that.

"Well see, I still have to eat. Secondly, I don't plan on just abandoning you like that," I smile even though he can't see it.

The boy doesn't respond respond for a few minutes. When he does though, a sound of loneliness colors his voice. "Really? Even though... you don't even know who I am?"

"Of course!"

"But–" he sighs.

As he begins sputtering muffle excuses, I push his small body over. Just enough so that I can sit cross legged, and even then I leave the food bags as a barrier between the two of us. I take out the burger and hold it to the side of his face. "Come on, kid...." You nudge him lightly with a small smile.