Lucky for you guys, I just so happen to be obsessed with a certain world history anime that doesn't make much sense.
So this story is centred around Poland and Switzerland, or, in this case, Feliks and Basch.
I hope you enjoy.
Brought Together (Chapter 1) - Hetalia Human!AU
Something pressed down on his shoulder. That woke him up. Who dared to interrupt his beauty sleep? He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was his father’s grey eyes staring down at him. He was hovering over him, staring down at him expectantly. Why? What had he done this time?
His father spoke.
Feliks gained awareness of his surroundings, opening his eyes from the barely-open slits that they were to the emerald green, sleep-deprived half-moons that he wore on his face now. He propped himself up onto his elbow, questioning his father in his head. Like, what does he want? Why is he waking me up this early?
His father sat himself down on his son’s bed, looking at him with excitement and happiness. Feliks raised an eyebrow.
“Hej? What is it?” he yawned.
“Good morning, Feliks! Your mother and I need to talk to you in the kitchen, all right? Come downstairs when you’re ready. Verticalize yourself!” his father replied. What? They were never this urgent. It must have been something really important. Maybe one of his cousins was coming to visit.
Feliks looked at the clock. 7:33. It was that early? He’d thought it was later than that! Nine in the morning at least. Oh well, apparently not. Still half asleep, he kicked his red and white comforter off of him and swung his legs off his bed. After a long stretch, he wandered down the hall to the bathroom. He stared himself down in the mirror, studying his blond shoulder-length hair. Ugh, it was everywhere. Talk about a bedhead.
The blond ran a brush through his hair, trying his best to straighten it without pulling it too hard. After about thirty seconds, he decided he was done and proceeded to run down the stairs.
“Mum? Dad?” Feliks yelled. Where did they go? It was always so loud in the Łukasiewicz household. Now it was quiet. Too quiet for Feliks.
He looked around a bit. Behind the counter, under the table, in the hallway, behind doors. Closets, bathrooms… Nothing. Feliks tried again.
“Mum? Dad?” Still, no reply. He slumped himself against a wall, next to some of his childhood pictures and a calendar. He took a look at said calendar. November 11. That was the date.
Wait a minute…
Feliks’s parents jumped out of a closet, his father with a bunch of balloons and his mother holding a box.
“Happy birthday, Feliks!” his mum cheered, setting the box on the kitchen table and giving him a big hug. “Oh, our little boy is almost all grown up now!”
“What?” Feliks mumbled to himself in confusion. He was still half asleep.
“It feels like it was just yesterday that we brought you home for the first time… Now look at you! Our big seventeen-year-old!” his dad said, patting Feliks on the back. Feliks blinked. Seventeen-? When did he turn seventeen? He certainly didn’t feel seventeen.
“What?” Feliks asked again, louder this time. His mum let go of him, but still held onto his arms. Her brown eyes looked into his green ones.
“Mój syn*, it’s your birthday, remember? Twój wyjątkowy dzień**?”
The blond stared at his mother, trying to process her Polish. He just woke up, it was only, like, 7:30. He didn’t even understand English at this time of day, none the less his second language.
“R-Right! I have a birthday! Like totally. What’s… in the box?” he asked, looking over his mum’s shoulder at the surprise on the table. He turned to his dad. “And do those happen to be mine?”
His father chuckled and handed over the balloons. Feliks nodded, then walked over to the box. What was in it? Who was it? His mum came over and opened the box. In it was a red and white cake, decorated with swirls of green and writing in the same colour that read “Wszystkiego najlepszego***, Feliks!” Sitting on the cake was a little plastic dragon. Feliks loved dragons.
“It’s a dragon cake! I fucking love dragons!” he yelled. The family came together for a group hug, with Feliks in the middle.
“Why don’t we celebrate today? I know a certain ice cream shoppe we could all go to later…!” his dad suggested. The blond perked up, his eyes gleaming.
“You don’t mean…?”
“Oh my god! Really!?”
Feliks laughed. He was certain that starting now, his eighteenth birthday would be his best birthday yet. He couldn’t wait to actually be able to function instead of wander around like a zombie.
“I love you guys. Naprawdę cię kocham****.”
“We love you too, Feliks,” his mother replied.
“I don’t think you’re going to be able to eat that entire thing, Feliks.”
“Don’t underestimate me, Dad! I have like three stomachs!”
It was now later in the afternoon, around four. The Łukasiewicz family had just come out of the Malinowa ice cream shoppe, each member holding his or her own respective flavour. Feliks’s dad had gotten a chocolate vanilla swirl topped with yellow sprinkles. His mum had tried the maple nut flavour, pouring as much chocolate syrup on it as humanly possible. As For Feliks? He went all out. He had three scoops of birthday cake ice cream (one of his favourites, no matter what time of year it was), and he topped it off with rainbow sprinkles, chocolate syrup, caramel and a cherry.
They were all currently sitting in the car, driving through the streets of Warsaw, enjoying their ice cream. Today couldn’t get any better.
Feliks looked up from his cone and smiled.
“Hej… Thank you guys for all this. You really didn’t need to.”
“Oh, sweetie, we wanted to! We wanted to see you happy today. It’s your birthday, for god’s sake. You need to remember it somehow!” his mother answered from the passenger seat. Feliks blushed. His parents were awesome.
“Aw, mum… You guys are the best.”
“We try!” his dad joked. He stopped the car, waiting for the red light to turn green.
“I guess I’m gonna have to move out soon, though. I mean, I’m gonna be an adult in a year. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it out there… The world sucks.”
“Aw, don’t talk like that. You’ll do fine. Plus, you can stay with us for as long as you need to.” His mum smiled at him through the rearview mirror. The light turned green, and his dad pressed down on the gas pedal. Unbeknownst to them, even though the other light turned red, someone else’s car still came barreling down the road.
“Really?” Feliks’s eyes lit up.
“Really! Now eat your ice cream. It’s gonna melt!”
“All right! All right.” Feliks licked his ice cream again. “This is so good… Who wants a li-…?” The blond stopped. He saw the other car. “-DAD!”
He was too late.
His green eyes went wide, but a second later he couldn’t see anything. All Feliks heard was a screech, then a crash. He felt himself spinning, flipping over. He hit his head on something hard. The last thing he remembered was the smell of smoke.
"H-hn?” Feliks opened his eyes. He was lying on his bed, staring up at a man with grey eyes. “D-Dad…?” He remembered the ice cream. The talk in the car, the laughs, the sudden panic, the spinning, everything going black… It was a car crash, wasn’t it? Feliks thought to himself. But looking up at the man with the grey eyes like his dad’s… Maybe it was his dad. Maybe it had all been a terrible dream, and now his father was here to wake him up on his seventeenth birthday. He swore to avoid going outside today. He waited for his dad to say something…
“No, Feliks… It’s the doctor. Are you functioning well?”
His heart sunk. No, it dropped. It crashed into the floor at high speed, shattering into a million little pieces. It had actually happened. This wasn’t his room. He was lying in a hospital bed. The blond started to panic, looking around the room for his parents, his eyes widening with fear and shock. No. No, this can’t be happening. This can’t happen. Not now.
“M-Mum? Dad!? Wh-Where are they!? Where am I!?” Feliks yelled, trying to sit up. He kicked at the blankets on the bed, sending one to the floor. “Take me back home!”
“Feliks! Calm down! Y-You’re in a critical state-! You can’t do this!” the doctor ordered, standing up to try to hold the Polish man down. Feliks only stopped fighting when he lifted his left arm above his head. It hurt like bitch, not to mention that something was holding it from extending any further anyway. Feliks yelped in pain, then slowly brought his arm back down.
“A-Ah! Ow… My arm…” he groaned. He examined it, not noticing what had happened to it before. It was in a sling, and his lower arm was in a green cast. His hand and the rest of his arm was covered in bandages. He decided to examine the rest of his body. On his right shoulder, there were more bandages wrapped around it, holding a giant wad of gauze or cotton (he didn’t know which) to some kind of cut. He had stitches down his upper right leg, another green cast wrapped around his left, and… What the fuck were those in his stomach? Staples? Did someone staple his belly closed? He reached up and touched his forehead with his good hand, the spot where his head had bumped hard against… something. He felt stitches.
Feliks looked at the doctor. “What…? What happened? O-ow! Ow…”
“You… You were in a car crash, Feliks. You and your parents,” the doctor replied. Feliks stared at him.
“H-How? They weren’t doing anything wrong!”
“Drunk driver. One of the main reasons for accidents. Your parents had nothing to do with what happened. Someone else drove through a red light and hit your car at top speed.”
“Where did he hit the…?”
“The other car… It rammed into the driver’s seat. Sent your car off the road and tumbling down a hill.”
Feliks almost cried. His dad was in the driver’s seat, and the other car had rammed itself into that very spot, going as fast as it could go. Did that mean…?
“D-Doctor?” Feliks whispered. “Are my parents…? Are they okay?”
The doctor gave his patient a look of sympathy. His grey eyes met the blond’s green ones, and with one look, Feliks got the message.
“I’m… I’m sorry, Feliks… Your father died on impact… We rushed you and your mother here as quickly as we could, but she… She died of blood loss along the way...”
Feliks shut his eyes. No more. No more of this. He couldn’t stand it. He almost started screaming again, yelling at the doctor to shut up. To say that he was lying. That his parents were fine and he would see them again. He knew better, though. He was in no condition to throw a fit. Instead he turned his head as best he could and let out a sob. Why did this happen? Why? In a matter of minutes, Feliks was a crying mess.
The doctor didn’t do anything.