This is just an experimental fic to alleviate author's block from my other fanfics. I know it may sound crazy but nah, I know I can do this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or its characters

Warning(s): Poor grammar and plot, mild swearing, OOC-ness, character death (attempt), (feels?) and a very mischievous puffin.

The silence was deafening than he imagined, but it was also calming. His body couldn't feel anything—hurt, burning, in pain. None. It was like swimming in the sea of oblivion with nothing but sheer numbness and a tad feeling of emptiness.

It was as if all of his problems seemed to have disappeared. Even the slightest fiber of his being screamed 'safe' and it was accommodating knowing that he felt isolated at last. If only things were always like this he would enjoy life as he once did when he was younger.

But Lukas knew better. It was wishful thinking—of course there's no way this will happen in real life—but it couldn't hurt to try. After all he was just a child (an eight-year old, to be precise) and no child should think negatively and feel like the weight of the world rest on your shoulders. It was just plain wrong.

Suddenly out of his thoughts, he felt a jerk. A spark. Pain. It was searing throughout his body like electricity and it felt very painful. His body, no longer numb, was aching and his instincts snapped out of its reverie howled danger as consciousness slowly comes back.

He silently pleaded it to stop and return to the place where he was before. Unfortunately his request was not heard as his body demanded the opposite.

Carefully, he opened his eyes and blinked as he saw a blurry figure kneeling beside him. It was hard to identify who it was seeing that his vision was still adjusting but what he could make out of it was a child, not older than five.

He was whimpering, hiccupping and was crying his eyes out like there was no tomorrow. Lukas didn't knew what had cause this child to grieve that much though he wasn't any different either. Ever so slowly, he sat up and winced at the throbbing pain on the back of his head.

'My, what happened?' He thought as he rubbed the back of his head. His fingers felt sticky he noticed and it smelled like copper. Blood, his mind supplied. But what had happened to him that caused him to bleed that much?

"B-Big brother?" there was a gasp, quite soft and barely audible, but it held a sign of hope and joy. Lukas whipped his head to his right; he knew whose voice it belongs to.

"E-Emil?" he choked the word, surprised his voice quite rasp and visibly tired. His vision, long had been restored, darkened slightly at the sight of his brother. He was a mess; his eyes were red and swollen as if he'd been crying for hours.

Lukas debated asking why his brother was crying, but he was quickly pulled into a soft, careful and solemn hug. It wasn't relaxing like the ones he usually received but it wasn't uncomfortable either. To him it felt like he was being scolded yet welcomed by the notion.

"You're alright, you're alright," his brother's repeated whimpers were muffled when he leaned on the older boy's shirt, clutching it tightly despite of his trembling hands. Lukas just let the child sob –he was feeling guilty and though he wasn't so sure, he knew it has somehow his fault—and rake his brother's hair with his is other hand (that wasn't covered in blood).

"What happened?" he asked, croakily again because of the lump on his throat. "Where am I and what happened to you?"

His brother sniffed and rubbed his eyes before hugging his tightly once again. "W-We were playing on the snow when s-suddenly Mr. Puffin flew on the tree and forgot how to go down. T-Then you told me you would help him and started to climb. At first it went well but when you were reaching him, your foot slipped off and y-you, you f-fell down. It was a nasty fall mother said and called the ambulance when you began bleeding."

'Ah so that what happened,' he said to his mind. He faintly remembered climbing the tree because Emil started crying because his puffin flew off then forgot how to climb down. And being a responsible older brother he is, decided to climb the tree to save that annoying bird when his foot stepped on something slippery and lost his balance thus resulting the fall.

"So where is she?" he asked not wanting to dwell further to angst the both of them. Emil let him go, much to his disappointment, and stood up after wiping his clothes from the snow.

"She's inside do you wanted to see her?" Lukas nodded and watched his brother set off and disappeared inside the house before collapsing.

He landed on the pile of snow where he was once before and settled staying like that until the throb in his head subdued. He tried to remember the oblivion he was before coming back. It was peaceful, cold, and dark yet again accommodating. It was where he thought he would fit in better than in a group where he didn't want to be.

Ah if only he could go back to the place where his happiness was. Lukas let a sigh; again it was wishful thinking and he knew better than that. Though on the other hand he was alive and gave his both his mother and his brother relief.

(He isn't quite sure what would happen to them if he disappear seeing that it was just the three of them now (his step father was an overseas worker)).

Instinctively, he closed his eyes, letting the fatigue seep over, controlling him before everything went blissfully dark.

I suck at making conclusion for the chapter thus no cliff hanger. Reviews, constructive criticisms, favorites, and follows are deeply appreciated.