Post by Alpha Grønn on Nov 21, 2014 16:05:56 GMT -5
(The only reason this is in mature is because there's most likely going to be a bit of gore
Nothing else
yet ewe)
My life is a lie
Why am I here anyway?
Drip Drip Drip
They were right
Drip Drip Drip
I have no purpose.
I look up at the roof that barley had any protections from the wet snow, the flurried down and melted through the cracks. A chill went up my spine each time one landed on me. I wouldn't be surprised If my veins we're slowly turning too ice. I tighten the ripped scarf around my neck to try and get warmth. My clothes we're soaked, not really helping as an add-on. I guess I'll have to learn how to live like this...
What a terrible fate that it was.
Flashback--
As I stumble down the creaking hallways I try my best to clean up all that was seen. My owner would be home soon. I was forced to call him an owner or master, or I'd brutally be beaten. I scarmbled down the hall, my feet slipping on the bleached floor. I tripped and fell, right on my head and hands. Small tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to get up, but falling each time. My legs felt as if they'd gone numb. Whhhiiir. That sound...I know that sound. It's my owner. Normally at times like this my mother would have helped me. But I was told that she had left...Permantally. I'm still not sure why, nor do I want to know. I just wish I could get away. Before long I could hear the door slam shut. By this time I knew exactly when its was going to start. 3...Step Step Step 2... Step Step Step 1... "IVAN!" The man screamed, stomping over, trying to jam his boot into my wrist, but I quickly moved away with a yelp. "Why isn't my floor spotless?! Why isn't everything picked up and perfect? And then your just sitting here sleeping on the job!" He begins his lecture. "Its not what it looks like I-" "No 'ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE'" He mocked me in a retarded voice. Now the tears we're streaming across my face. "YOUR FOOLISH! A DISGRACE! USELESS! PAFETIC!" He spat, grabbing me by my scarf, causing some of the felt to tear. He brought me outside and dropped me on the sidewalk, causing me to start whimpering. "Go find someone else to care for your sorry ass!"
I was snapped out of my trance by a voice of an older man. "He little dude! Why is someone this young out here all by himself?' He said. I turned my head and got a glimpse of him. Pretty tall, had blonde hair with a small lift at the top. He wore what looked like a jacket with a star on it, and some simple stuff. "I'm...I'm not sure" I sqeuaked. "You look like your freezing!" He said, touching the tattered cloth around my neck. "D-da I am." I said, trying not to seem too weak. "Don't you have a home little dude?" The older asked. "Nyet." "How come?' "I was kicked out" The others eyes filled with shock. "And why?' He asked another question. I just replied with a shrug. "Well how about you come with me and I'll help?" The man asked. "I was told never to get near anyone thats not master." "Master?" "He wouldn't let me call him dad." "That's cruel! Well, Little dude, Thats not going to happen anymore." He smiled. "R-really?!" I said. I didn't mean to say that so happy, with my luck he was just saying that to laugh and run. "Yep!" He answered, much to my shock. "Now you can call me dad!" He grinned. "Okay..!" I answered, smiling. I haven't smiled in so long. Not sense my mom died. That was possibly years ago. "Lets get you out of the snow." The older said, holding out his hand. Me, amusing I was supposed to grab it after a few seconds of him waiting there, quickly held onto him.
"So what's your name little dude?" The older man asked, looking down to me as we walked down the streets. "Ivan Braginski." I answered. "Thats a cool name!' He smiled. "I'm Alfred! I represent the country America!" He said, a too loud for what I would have liked. "You represent a country?" I asked, rather confused about this. "Don't you know what countries are?" The blode man asked with a tilt of his head. "Nyet" I shook my head. "Looks like your gonna need a history lesson when we get back to the others." He smiled with a chuckle. "Okay!"
(Do you likey? Sorry if its a bit confusing, This is my first Hetalia fan fiction *slams head into wall*)
Nothing else
Why am I here anyway?
Drip Drip Drip
They were right
Drip Drip Drip
I have no purpose.
I look up at the roof that barley had any protections from the wet snow, the flurried down and melted through the cracks. A chill went up my spine each time one landed on me. I wouldn't be surprised If my veins we're slowly turning too ice. I tighten the ripped scarf around my neck to try and get warmth. My clothes we're soaked, not really helping as an add-on. I guess I'll have to learn how to live like this...
What a terrible fate that it was.
Flashback--
As I stumble down the creaking hallways I try my best to clean up all that was seen. My owner would be home soon. I was forced to call him an owner or master, or I'd brutally be beaten. I scarmbled down the hall, my feet slipping on the bleached floor. I tripped and fell, right on my head and hands. Small tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to get up, but falling each time. My legs felt as if they'd gone numb. Whhhiiir. That sound...I know that sound. It's my owner. Normally at times like this my mother would have helped me. But I was told that she had left...Permantally. I'm still not sure why, nor do I want to know. I just wish I could get away. Before long I could hear the door slam shut. By this time I knew exactly when its was going to start. 3...Step Step Step 2... Step Step Step 1... "IVAN!" The man screamed, stomping over, trying to jam his boot into my wrist, but I quickly moved away with a yelp. "Why isn't my floor spotless?! Why isn't everything picked up and perfect? And then your just sitting here sleeping on the job!" He begins his lecture. "Its not what it looks like I-" "No 'ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE'" He mocked me in a retarded voice. Now the tears we're streaming across my face. "YOUR FOOLISH! A DISGRACE! USELESS! PAFETIC!" He spat, grabbing me by my scarf, causing some of the felt to tear. He brought me outside and dropped me on the sidewalk, causing me to start whimpering. "Go find someone else to care for your sorry ass!"
I was snapped out of my trance by a voice of an older man. "He little dude! Why is someone this young out here all by himself?' He said. I turned my head and got a glimpse of him. Pretty tall, had blonde hair with a small lift at the top. He wore what looked like a jacket with a star on it, and some simple stuff. "I'm...I'm not sure" I sqeuaked. "You look like your freezing!" He said, touching the tattered cloth around my neck. "D-da I am." I said, trying not to seem too weak. "Don't you have a home little dude?" The older asked. "Nyet." "How come?' "I was kicked out" The others eyes filled with shock. "And why?' He asked another question. I just replied with a shrug. "Well how about you come with me and I'll help?" The man asked. "I was told never to get near anyone thats not master." "Master?" "He wouldn't let me call him dad." "That's cruel! Well, Little dude, Thats not going to happen anymore." He smiled. "R-really?!" I said. I didn't mean to say that so happy, with my luck he was just saying that to laugh and run. "Yep!" He answered, much to my shock. "Now you can call me dad!" He grinned. "Okay..!" I answered, smiling. I haven't smiled in so long. Not sense my mom died. That was possibly years ago. "Lets get you out of the snow." The older said, holding out his hand. Me, amusing I was supposed to grab it after a few seconds of him waiting there, quickly held onto him.
"So what's your name little dude?" The older man asked, looking down to me as we walked down the streets. "Ivan Braginski." I answered. "Thats a cool name!' He smiled. "I'm Alfred! I represent the country America!" He said, a too loud for what I would have liked. "You represent a country?" I asked, rather confused about this. "Don't you know what countries are?" The blode man asked with a tilt of his head. "Nyet" I shook my head. "Looks like your gonna need a history lesson when we get back to the others." He smiled with a chuckle. "Okay!"
(Do you likey? Sorry if its a bit confusing, This is my first Hetalia fan fiction *slams head into wall*)
. Did everyone have a happy holidays?