Corner of the Earth : a Hetalia Fanfiction

Sun

-Unknown POV-

Sunday was break day. We got to do whatever we wanted.

I walked into the dismal church and sat down. The room was empty. I pulled out the bible in front of me and started to read. I wasn't particularly religious... but if there was a time to pray, then it was now. I might as well, anyway.

I heard footsteps and turned. A woman with dirty blonde hair walked in slowly. Her hair was done up in a curly ponytail, and she was wearing an orange dress. She looked around for a moment before spotting me. "I've seen you, haven't I? Yes, I have."

"Ditto," I responded.

The woman smirked and sat down next to me. "Yes... that's right. You were drunk that one time behind the bathrooms."

I laughed, knowing that was a joke. I never got drunk easily. However, I played along. "How do you know I am not drunk right now, hmm?"

She moved down away from me slightly, giving a humorous smirk. "I don't."

I put the bible down, ignoring it. "What kind of church do you go to?" I asked out of boredom.

"Methodist," the woman responded, crossing her arms. I sighed and looked at the mural of Jesus in the front of the church. It wasn't a real nice church. Just a one room building with painted walls instead of stained glass. I would admit, though... the painting was nice.

"I'm just agnostic, to be honest. I'm really just here for the aesthetics," I replied. "And, well... desperation, really. I need any chance at help I can get."

"That's alright," the woman responded. "I'm not a fanatic. I'm not going to burn you at the steak like some of these guys, haha..."

I examined the painting once more. I examined the radiant strokes... it was awfully sharp for a religious painting. "I wonder who painted that. It's very pretty."

The woman next to me smiled in pleasure. "I did, actually," she said softly.

I gave her a look of disbelief. "Really? You need to teach me how to paint."

She smiled. "We'll see, maybe I can. What can I get in return?"

"...I smuggled in bacon."

"Deal."

-Allison's POV-

I opened the door, which was unlocked. "We're home!" I announced, setting down my gift bag. It contained a tiny, grey Etsy-made yarn cat from Alfred. He had really made awesome gift bags.

Carter went straight upstairs. "Break?!" I called, tripping over Echo. The tiny tabby watched from a distance. I had decided to name the tabby tom Glen. I walked into the large library room... which was empty. And dark. "Mister Regnard?!" Huh, he must be asleep. That's odd, I didn't think he slept at all. I wandered into the hall and decided it would be my best bet to go upstairs. As I climbed the stairs, I heard voices.

"Caaaarter, can you go to the grocer and get some tea?"

"Go to the what? And no, it's one o'clock in the morning. Oh, and also... please get out of my room!"

A pillow flew in front of me and softly hit the wall with a dull thump. I stopped walking and turned to Carter's room. Kevin strolled out with his arms crossed. "What's with her?" he hummed

I stared at him. "Isn't it obvious?" I asked, walking into my room and sitting on my bed. I left the door open, picking up Echo who was mewing for attention. The tabby kitten shyly bolted into the room to hide under my bed. After a minute of stroking the cat, I turned to look at Kevin, who was sitting at the desk. "You aren't a ninja, Mister Regnard."

After a minute of silence, the older man  turned and gave me a serious look. "I have a question for you. Something I've been meaning to ask for a while."

I frowned. "What is it...?" I asked cautiously. One thing I had learned about Kevin was that he could be rather... capricious sometimes.

He smiled once more and pulled a red candy out of his pocket. He popped it into his mouth. "I have a question. How did your mother die, exactly?"

I frowned at the question, my stomach twisting a bit. "Why do you want to know?"

Kevin sighed. "Allison, I was her friend, I feel like I should know."

I was silent for a few moments as I tried to collect my thoughts. He was right in that aspect. I had to tell him... but... why now? I was in such a good mood, too...

Taking a deep breath, I finally spoke. "I went to collage far from home. I was too busy and had little time to visit. My whole childhood she had been a single mother. My dad left her after she got pregnant. They were days from being married when he disappeared. He never gave a reason. He just... paid all the wedding dues and vanished." I laughed, my voice bitter. Soon, Kevin's listening ears weren't there. I didn't care.

"She was extremely... upset by the whole thing, yet she never let it get to her. Because I was there. But once I left for college, she must have gotten lonely or something. Because one day, I came home and there was a note on the table. And I went upstairs and the hallway smelled metallic. And then I couldn't find her so I found the bathroom door... but it was locked. And... I broke the door down. And you can guess what I found in the bath tub..." I laughed again in a vain attempt to ease myself. This had only happened two and a half years ago. And because of that, I couldn't continue for a moment... or even look at Kevin. It was pathetic, really. But I had to be strong.

"She had gotten into the tub so that she wouldn't make a mess and shot herself... I-I didn't even realize she was depressed... and of course I didn't know that she was suicidal. I know... that I'm not supposed to be responsible for her... b-but I feel like it's my fault because I wonder... if I hadn't left for collage if it... if it would have been different..."

Kevin was staring blankly for a moment, before giving his trademark smile... however, something about it seemed sadder and... sympathetic. "Lilli? Depressed? You're kidding... right?"

I tensed up. "That's what I thought... she always acted so strong... I had never imagined..." I paused, taking a dry inhale. Okay. If I kept talking about this, my night would be ruined. Time to intervene before I fell into another funk.

I gave the man at the desk a wry smile. "Mister Regnard... I should probably sleep now. I'll see you tomorrow."

Kevin got the message and stood up, his long coat brushing against the chair. "I ought to sleep too. Haven't had enough of that lately. Good night, Miss Petrie~"

He walked stiffly to the door and shut it softly.

He got the message.