"Engwand, Engwand!" The little nation eagerly ran up to his elder brother, a piece of slightly crumpled paper in his hand.
"What is it, America?"
"Wook, Engwand, wook!" He shook the Brit's shoulder vigorously.
England chuckled slightly. "I am looking! What is it?"
The little American held the piece of paper up high with joy.
"I drew us," he alisema simply, but proudly.
"America..." He held up the piece of paper, which was torn slightly on one edge, and the sheet was somewhat crumpled. The drawing itself was simple and crude-looking; two stick figures drawn hurriedly with a crayon. But it was perfect to him just the way it was. He looked at his younger brother and smiled.
"I upendo it."
Wherever wewe are...
"Hey, Lud!"
Prussia nudged the young German, then pointed to the inky night sky, littered with stars.
"Can wewe see those stars? They're far away from us, but we're still able to see what little we can of them..."
"How far away are they?"
"Really far away. Millions of miles."
"How much is a million? Is it really big?"
Prussia laughed. "Yes, it's a really big number. But never mind that. The thing is, no matter how far they are, wewe can still see them."
"That's amazing!" The little one's blue eyes lit up in excitement as Prussia chuckled and hugged him.
You'll always be...
"Austria, Austria!" The little Italian ran up to Roderich, whimpering.
"What is it?"
"I..." Italy held up his leg, pointing to a small scratch on it. "...It hurts," he said, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.
"How many times have I told wewe to watch where you're going?" He sighed, but not really out of annoyance. Slowly, he bent down and planted a kiss on the little one's knee.
"Better?"
Italy hugged him and started laughing. "Si!"
My little one.
((Ah! It's finally done! ;u; I apologize for bad writing, I don't normally write fanfiction. This is my second-ever Hetalia fanfiction. I wanted to write this as a tribute to the "father/big brother figures" of Hetalia. Thanks for taking the time to read! ^^))
~MallowMarsh
"What is it, America?"
"Wook, Engwand, wook!" He shook the Brit's shoulder vigorously.
England chuckled slightly. "I am looking! What is it?"
The little American held the piece of paper up high with joy.
"I drew us," he alisema simply, but proudly.
"America..." He held up the piece of paper, which was torn slightly on one edge, and the sheet was somewhat crumpled. The drawing itself was simple and crude-looking; two stick figures drawn hurriedly with a crayon. But it was perfect to him just the way it was. He looked at his younger brother and smiled.
"I upendo it."
Wherever wewe are...
"Hey, Lud!"
Prussia nudged the young German, then pointed to the inky night sky, littered with stars.
"Can wewe see those stars? They're far away from us, but we're still able to see what little we can of them..."
"How far away are they?"
"Really far away. Millions of miles."
"How much is a million? Is it really big?"
Prussia laughed. "Yes, it's a really big number. But never mind that. The thing is, no matter how far they are, wewe can still see them."
"That's amazing!" The little one's blue eyes lit up in excitement as Prussia chuckled and hugged him.
You'll always be...
"Austria, Austria!" The little Italian ran up to Roderich, whimpering.
"What is it?"
"I..." Italy held up his leg, pointing to a small scratch on it. "...It hurts," he said, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.
"How many times have I told wewe to watch where you're going?" He sighed, but not really out of annoyance. Slowly, he bent down and planted a kiss on the little one's knee.
"Better?"
Italy hugged him and started laughing. "Si!"
My little one.
((Ah! It's finally done! ;u; I apologize for bad writing, I don't normally write fanfiction. This is my second-ever Hetalia fanfiction. I wanted to write this as a tribute to the "father/big brother figures" of Hetalia. Thanks for taking the time to read! ^^))
~MallowMarsh
