Trigger warning at the start, if you are uncomfortable with such things, don't read. For those unfamiliar with the countries' human names, I have provide them below.
Lukas = Norway
Emil = Iceland
Arthur = England
Vladimir = Romania Alfred F. Jones = America
Suicide.
That's how it started.
A petite boy watches as his mother dangles in the air, struggling to breathe. He touches the cross hairclip that now sat on his blonde locks, tears forming in his eyes. A troll wanders over next to him and places its green hand on the boy's shoulder, trying to offer a source of comfort. This causes the child to whip around and shout at the creature, "This is all your fault! If you weren't around she wouldn't be dead! Just- just- go away-" The troll's face saddens but can do nothing to help change the situation.
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12 years later, he looks down at his stained chest, a knife embedded deep within. A small smile tugs on his lips, the first in over ten years. Too bad it was going to be wasted on his demise. The magical creatures rush towards him and he falls to the floor, seeming to be content. "I'm sorry Emil," he mutters, "I couldn't manage. I'm sorry." His brother, the aforementioned Emil, runs in and furiously dials an ambulance. "I should have known. Damn it, Lukas!" The tears stream down his face. The blonde touches the younger's shoulder, "I can finally be at peace." Emil hangs up and focuses on stemming the blood flow. "Peace sounds so- so lovely-" He coughs and his eyes struggle to stay open. As soon as he hears the ambulance's siren, Emil glances at his hands, covered in his brother's blood. The last thing Lukas sees is himself being pulled onto a stretcher by doctors before everything goes dark.
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"So, what did your parents want?" A brunette asks his friend whilst gazing at the scene around him, full of magical creatures. "Someone's coming to stay with us for a year." The blonde drops his phone into his pocket, his face unreadable. "A whole year?!"
"A whole year." He repeats.
"Where will there be room? How can they afford this, Arthur?" The brunette exclaims. "Some of my brothers are moving out. Finally. I'm so glad Allistor is one of them." Arthur sighs with content. "So why is someone moving in with you?" The brunette smiles, a small fang visible and gleaming. "He's like us, Vladimir." The statement, simple as it may be, catches the young adult's attention and his head whips around with a snap, "You cannot be serious. He can see them?" Arthur gives his best friend a tiny nod before readjusting his gaze up at the night sky, fairies fluttering in between the trees. "Apparently he hates his condition though, that's why they thought a change of location would help." A mint bunny with wings flies over and lands on the brit's shoulder, causing him to grin at the old friend. "I think it's our duty to help him realise that this is a gift and not a curse." Vladimir agrees with Arthur's proposition and strokes flying mint bunny, "Change of subject, Artie, but do you ever wonder why we can actually feel the softness of fur like flying mint bunny's here if these creatures don't exist? My theory is that they tell us we have a mental health condition but actually we are some of the few lucky ones that can truly see what beauty the world holds." A moment of silence passes, Arthur thinking of how he was planning to approach the situation when Vladimir's words sweep through him and brings him back to reality. "Possibly," then he frowns, "And do not, I mean it, do not call me 'Artie'! He calls me that and I hate it!" "As much as the fact that you secretly love him?" The Romanian laughs. "I do not love Alfred F. Jones!" Arthur shouts, followed up by a mutter of, "That damn American." Vladimir smirks and whispers, "You do, you just don't know it yet."
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It was now New Year's Eve. A day for rejoicing at a tough year well spent. A day for thanking God that the dreadful year was finally over. A day for celebration. None of these descriptions fitted Lukas' current view of the day. Fortunately for his brother, the doctors had managed to save his life. Unfortunately for the blonde, he was now being sent somewhere else to stay to, in their words, 'change his perspective of life'. He kicks a lump of snow, watching as it breaks apart and scatters everywhere - which pretty much summed up his heart and soul. He felt broken beyond repair, why couldn't they just see that? He wasn't ever going to be the same carefree little child that he once was, way back in a period of time he was even old enough to remember. Nothing was going to get better. He would always be an outcast, the freak who could see fairies, fairies that- that he wished he couldn't see. "Why couldn't this have happened to someone else? Why me? Why did I have to live? Well fate? Haven't you tortured me enough? Haven't you already shattered my heart enough and tormented me beyond relief?" Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill; tears that would soon freeze on his face, leaving icy trails and adding to the frozen wasteland that laid before him.
The town he was heading to felt like the middle of nowhere. The taxi driver had dumped him at the side of the road telling him to walk the next mile. Which, by the way, was not the ideal thing to do at eleven o' clock at night in the freezing cold Norwegian weather, especially dragging a large suitcase that contained almost everything Lukas owned. Eventually, much to the relief of the Norwegian's aching feet, he stumbled across the border of the town. The town in itself was relatively small, only have one school for all ages (W Academy) and everyone seemed to know each other pretty well. Lukas then resorted to his map and started trying to locate the house that he would be staying at. Almost all the pubs were open, ready to welcome in midnight which would result in cheerful drinking and finally people stumbling home drunk. His feet tapped along on the cobbled street counting down the numbers on the houses. 10 left, 9 left, 8, 7, all the way down to one. The dull eyes gaze up at a old fashioned house containing a flourishing garden and an emerald green door. Lukas' destination, just short at one minute to midnight. However, as he got to the door, he froze. "I can't do it. I never wanted any of this. I can't do it." He mumbles. The moment quickly passes as he realises he needs to do this for Emil's sake. He'd most likely scarred the kid as much as he was with his mother.
His knuckles rapped on the door just as he heard the "Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!" and a blonde with the exact same shade of green eyes as the door opened it. "Uh... hey. Is this the Kirkland's house?" Lukas had to raise his voice slightly so the young adult could hear him over all the racket. "Hello, yes. I'm Arthur and you must be Lukas Bondevik, right?" Arthur held out his hand, "Come inside. Be prepared to become part of the family." Little did Lukas know, everything was going get better and the blonde in front of him was the key. Not only would Arthur become one of his best friends, he would soon be like a brother.
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That's it for the first chapter! Thank you for taking the time to read this. I'm new to the Hetalia fandom but I love it (And yes, I do know that once you're in you can never escape XD). Sorry about the depressing start, the fanfic will get lighter as it progresses.
I also wish a very happy birthday to the Italy brothers (a very comvient day for me to publish this)!
Hope you enjoyed! Bye!
~Peanutsfan1
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