A/N: This was liked a lot on DeviantArt, so I thought I'd put it on here ^_^

I don't own Hetalia, Germany, Prussia or you, I only own this story ^^

You winced as you shoved your (s/c), weakening hand back into the jar, desperatly reaching the scraps of chocolate from the bottom in a desperate attempt to eat. Pulling your hand out, your skin caught of the sharp edges, cutting your hand up more. Ignoring this, you licked the chocolate of your bloodied hand, as it reached your mouth, your hand began shaking in need. A sudden flash of light appeared far behind you, luminating you (h/l) (h/c) and soon rain began to fall down onto your little head, a few drop slid down your back, making you shiver. You sniffed, tears beginning to pour down your face to match the falling rain. Your small hand holding the jar lost grip and dropped the food source, you fell to your knees as you heard it shatter. As you fell, your body began to cut on the glass that now lay on the floor. You felt weak, unable to survive without help. The new little country of (country name), only just gaining independence from (country of choice), you were weak, and so young. Shivers continued to run through your body, in attempt to warm yourself up, while warm tears flowed out of your (e/c) eyes, the desperation, confusion and pain you felt overwhelming you.

Sniffing, you collapsed backwards, away from the glass onto the floor, your (e/c) eyes blinking close. From around the corner of the alleyway you laid in, you heard two men talking, well more like arguing. You heard footsteps splash into puddles, your dulling (e/c) eyes opened a little, you wimpered, hoping they'd come help you. As they appeared into view, your eyes widened at the two men. One was blonde, his hair slicked back, his posture was impeccable, in your six years of living, you'd never seen a man walk to proudly before, he was holding an umbrella, completely over himself, but less over the man next to him. The other man beside him had white, somewhat messy, hair, he walked in an arrogant fashion, matching the tone of his voice, he was currently getting wet as the other man refused to let him completely under the umbrella, you watched as the white haired man shouted, only picking up the word 'awesome' from what he said. You winced as the rain hit your hand, crying out, the two men stopped their movements at your noise, their eyes became defensive as they narrowed down the alleyway where you were. They froze, eyes widening as they saw your lithe, weak, little body laying there.

The white haired man rushed forward towards you, unbeknownst to himself avoiding bits of broken jar, gently lifting your torso of the ground, his arms swamping your body. You saw his red eyes widen in worry as he noticed the cuts and weakness of your body. You heard him whisper 'how un-awesome' before you looked you as you noticed the rain wasn't on you anymore. Your eyes began to close, but at you looked up, you watched the blond, blue eyed man hold their umbrella above you, blocking the pouring rain from stinging your bleeding hand and cut up body even more. He knelt down, his eyebrows frowned in concern, a warm hand slid into your soaked (h/c) hair, stoking your little scalp gently. You felt calm and safe, both of their actions making you believe you'd be saved from the life you had lived so far.

"Bruder, ve must take her home, she's veak..." You heard a sigh from the man holding you and a 'hum' of acceptance from the blonde calming you down, before your (e/c) orbs flicked between the two of them, slipping closed, the exhaustion taking over your body.

TBC

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