DAVIE!

Disclaimer!!!: I DO NOT own Hetalia in any way

"Where am I? Oh, look at that pretty silver rabbit!"

The bunny rabbit hopped away from me.

"Come back here bunny rabbit. Please don't leave me all alone."

I looked around with my blue eyes to see where I was. I was in a big clearing with a shimmering lake in the middle. There were little baby flowers everywhere, and tall thick forest of big grand trees all around. It was windy, and the wind caused my short blond hair to billow around my face. I noticed I had no shoes on my tiny feet. I didn't know where to go. I never asked how or when I got there, as it never mattered.

"I'm tired," I yawned, rubbing my eyes.

I laid down and fell asleep on the soft green grass. When I woke up, I saw many different animals sleeping around me. As I started to get up, the animals also woke up and began to leave. I didn't want to be all alone again, so I followed them deep into the forest.

I started running as fast as my little legs could carry me, trying to catch up with them. Soon I fell down, exhausted, on the forest ground. I was tired and I had lost sight of the animals. I didn't want to get up. I started to black out, but I could still see a bear coming towards me. I started to close my eyes. I could feel other animals approaching me now as well. I'm pretty sure they were birds. They lifted me on to the back of the bear, and the bear took me back to the clearing. I started to wake up and by my side, I saw a bunny, which I started to play with.

An older boy soon came by.

"Hi, I'm Davie. Where are your parents?" He asked.

"Parents?" I replied.

"You know, people that take care of you since you are little," said Davie.

I frowned. "I don't think I've got any."

"Oh," said Davie. "Then come with me. By the way, what's your name?"

"Alfred," I told him.

"Well Alfred, I don't think it's safe for you to stay here in the woods all alone, so you can come back with me to my house in the village."

I followed Davie to his house. We went inside, and I noticed it wasn't as big as I thought. There was a old-looking trunk in the living room that looked like it had been through a lot of trouble. He went over to the trunk and took out an equally weathered book, opening it to the first page. The book was all about flowers, there were pictures of them, and facts about them. One of the flowers caught both of our eyes. It had a nice sky blue color, petals thin with a bright yellow center. I wanted one of those flowers, so I asked him where they were. He said they didn't have them around here.

The next day, I said goodbye and left to go and find the flower. Before I left, Davie gave me some new clothes.

I traveled around asking for the flower. I never found it, but nonetheless I continued looking for it.

It's been almost 8 years since I'd last seen Davie, yet I still looked the same.

I ran to the house and saw Davie and another boy. Overcome with excitement on seeing him again, I yelled out, "Davie! Davie!"

The boy next to Davie whispered something to him, who looked a bit embarrassed, and looked away from me. They started to walk away.

I didn't know what to do, and I didn't know where to go. I felt that it was my fault because I didn't find the flower.

Shortly after that I left again, feeling dejected. Not knowing what to do, I left to go try to find the flower again.

One day I bumped into a tall blond man with thick eyebrows.

"Hello, what's your name little one?" He asked.

"Alfred!" I said back to him., no sign of fear for this stranger in my sky blue eyes.

"I see. Well, my name is Arthur Kirkland. What are you doing here all alone?" He said.

"I'm looking for a flower," I answered, then gave him a description of the flower.

"I think you should just stop searching and go back to where you came from, your parents must be awfully worried about you," he said, frowning slightly.

"Why should I!?" I exclaimed in a sudden burst of anger. I was now starting to feel irritated with this man.

"It's just that the flower you're searching for doesn't grow here, it only grows in England. I came from there," he explained.

I felt devastated. I was searching all over for this flower so I could show it to Davie. Now I was being told that it didn't even grow here! I began to cry; huge tears falling down my face and landing on the ground.

"Hey, don't cry kid, you know what? I'll bring you the flowers when I come back from England again, if you'd like," Arthur offered.

I practically squealed in joy. "Thank you so much sir! Thank you, thank you!"

"No problem kid."

I was so happy. I started to run, I was planning on going back to Davie's house to tell him about the exciting news.

Two months later I could see the village again, although those days felt like years to me.

When I got back to Davie's house; I saw him again, but he looked older, as did I, although not much.

I yelled out, "Davie! Davie!!!" just as I had the last time.

He was in a rocking chair, talking to a little girl, while a woman behind them was washing dishes. I started to run up to Davie. The woman and the girl looked confused at the sight of me, but I just shrugged it off. I started to tell Davie about what I heard from the man and how he said he was going to bring back the flowers. I was so excited!

The truth was then told to me. He told me that he was now a father, which I didn't understand or know what it was, and that he now had a loving wife, and a little girl. The flowers didn't mean much to him anymore.

I was once again devastated by the truth. I felt replaced. I didn't know what to do anymore.

So, I found a place to stay all by myself. I didn't have many interactions with the outside world for a long time, for I was afraid, afraid of being lied to and being replaced again.

One day, after many years, Arthur Kirkland came back. I was furious at him for taking so long to get back, i don't even remember how long it took for him to come back. What can i expect he just came back from England which is across the big blue sea. He looked surprised when he saw me again. I think it's because I haven't really aged since the last time I saw him, he didn't age that much either by the looks of it, but i can't remember. I didn't think much of it. I was punching him as best I could with my little fists. He got really annoyed, but he then gave me the flowers. I was so excited, I stopped punching him. I was yelling with excitement and happiness. I could finally see Davie again.

I went back to the village. There were more houses and it was duller than I remembered, but I didn't pay much attention to that, I was more preoccupied on how Davie would react, excited, surprised, or maybe i would be ignored again. Once I reached Davie's house.I felt something wrong but I pushed that feeling away when I saw him again. Indeed something was wrong, he was young like the first time I met him, I never thought to question him. He was wearing different clothes; a black tuxedo I think. I started to cry, happiness overwhelming me. I gave him those flowers which brought me back, the ones which we would dream to hold.

He started to walk towards something, as the curious child I was decided to followed him. He stopped in front of a brown box that was put on top of a table, and I stopped in my tracks, realizing what it was....

A coffin.

He put the flowers in the coffin. Others were there, the woman was there with who i think was the little girl, but they looked so much older and they were crying. I was so confused I didn't understand what was going on or what they were going to do with him. I took a flower out of the bouquet.

"Davie?" I asked softly.

" ..."

No reply came.

"Davie."

Once i said that more people started to cry. The women came towards me crying harder than before they started to pull me away and then hugged me i was just silent. 10 minutes later others started to put him in a hole. At this point i was screaming and crying for them to stop and bring him back up, but they still held on to me. We all came forward to the hole and started to put more flowers in there i was sobbing wanting my friend to come back up from his box, for him to come and greet me once again. After we finished they started to put dirt back on him i was now broken up inside i had no clue what was going on anymore or why they were doing this to him.

After that day, I never saw Davie again.

I didn't know who to go to anymore. Then I remembered Arthur. I left to go and find him again.

One day I found him. I told him what happened and he said he'd take me in. While I stayed with him, he noticed how I didn't grow like other children. I looked and stayed the same height for a long time. I was home-schooled by him. I learned the proper english language, but I always wanted to change it to my own style. Years later, Arthur told me to come to his office. I asked him what was going on, starting to get a bit worried. He had his back turned towards me. He said that I wasn't like the other kids. I already knew that, but I kept listening. He told me that I was the personification of a colony, that was going to be a grand colony. He then told me that he was the personification of England. I didn't know what any of that meant, so I asked him. He said that it means we will never die unless our country or colony dies.

When I was older, he left me, and told me he was going back home to England and that he was going to come back soon. He said to rule this land for the English empire. Arthur kept sending out taxes we had to pay. It didn't matter if we were across the Atlantic ocean; he sent taxes for everything. The King was the one who sent the taxes,but I blamed him for it. I'm pretty sure he had something to do with it. One day he came back. He was again surprised on how much I'd grown throughout the years. He soon left to return to England again.

After a while, I was tired of how the king was treating us. I didn't think it was fair for him to be ruling us from across the ocean, with the only communication basically being taxes, taxes, and more taxes. My people decided to rebel against the king. This was now the beginning of the American revolution.

Here I am writing this. Writing things that I don't really want to forget. Technically, I'm now over 200 years old, but in human age I appeared to be 19 years old. I will never forget my first friend. I'm still friends with England, despite him being an awful cook. His 'scones' are rocks. Whenever he comes over for the annual Christmas party at my place, he brings them for everyone; but I take them all and use them as coal for the fire.

It's hard to forget big things like this, the wars I've been in, how much death I've seen throughout these 200 years and I will never forget them. I know nothing can kill me, but I'm still haunted by the things in the past. I've learned from the others a lot. From France, I learned that I needed to be careful and try not to fall in love because they will leave us in the end. This is our curse. Never able to find love. Every year around this time I'm known to 'disappear.' No one knows where I go. If they saw me like this, weak and helpless, they would use this to their advantage. Every year I go back and I bring the flowers back to him. That's what he would have wanted.

Sad things like this are never going to leave me. Every year when there are big tragedies for me, I get extremely gloomy so I stay away from the others. It's because of these things I always try to look at the bright side of things. That's why they usually see me happy, but am I really?