APH/Hetalia: New Zealand x Reader {one shot-fluff}

The flashes of light zipped by as the cars kept on illuminating the back roads. Everyone appearing to have somewhere to be, somewhere to go, or even better, have someone waiting for them after a long day of tedious and tiresome work. As the sky finally darkened to that last shade of grey before black, (f/n) had decided to give up. She slumped backwards against a sturdy looking tree hoping to give her legs a rest. She had been on the go for hours now and in her mind she was thinking that nothing could get any worst.

*crack-SNAP*

The world was speeding by now as (f/n) toppled and rolled over twigs and leaves and rocks. By the time she took the final blow her body was in agony, scuffed up, and pretty bloody. Dulled pains began gnawing through her wrist and up her arm of her dominate hand.  This say had just gone from bad to worst. She felt as though she brought it one herself though. She screamed out to the universe in frustrated tears and sobs.

“Is this some sick and cruel joke? IS IT? What did I do to deserve it? GOD DAMMIT!”

(f/n)’s screeches of hopelessness and anguish were left muted and hushed. They did not carry as the wind picked up, they did not reach the ears of another person, she could not pass go and get help. Ever so slowly (f/n) felt herself having to force herself to not wonder off into sleep. The world still was spinning and the pain shooting through her arm still lingered but numbed as the cool, droplets of frozen rain fell on top of her.

“I guess even the hearts of the angels have frozen on me; in turn they are sheading frozen tears upon me.”

As the temperature dropped so did (f/n)’s lack of will. Granted things had not gone her way for the last few months, but hey, everyone had a braking point and this was surely hers.

***

The snow drifted slowly down. This was rather uncommon but a nice change of pace. Jack was worried though and looked around for the newest addition to his heard. So far he had walked around the entire area of the fencing hoping to spot the little guy somewhere.  After hours of searching he finally spots the little guy in an empty pasture.

“There you are little guy, I was wondering what had happened to you. “He had a grin that stretched from ear to ear. “You might be more trouble then you’re worth.”

He just laughs as the tiny sheep just stands there. They weren’t the brightest of creatures on the earth but man could their wool be made into some fine shirts once shaved. As Jack approaches the sheep, the best walks away. The two go back and forth until they wonder half way through the woodland. Finally the animal stops but begins nuzzling the snow.
As Jack inches closer he sees a figure lying beneath the white powder, the {h/c} peeking it’s way to the surface and the paling skin looking as if it was turning blue.

“Dear god, what the hell is that…”

He makes his way over clearing the snow from, what can now be clearly seen, the body. It was a young female no older than him. Quickly he pulled the body to from under the snow and checked for a breathing and heart rate. Lucky it had not been snowing for very long so maybe she would be fine. To his relief she was. Doubling checking her skin, it seemed like the discoloration was only a tricked played by his mind.  He gave a sigh of relief and quickly took off his jacket, wrapping it over the young girl, and proceeded back to his home, stopping only to check that his tiny wool covered pal was moving along.

***

You awake on a couch. The fire place was roaring and the air smelt of honey and green tea. You began to wonder where you were and, more importantly, how to you got there. Your eyes darted around the room looking for any signs and luckily this person had tones of photos. You gingerly prop yourself up, survey the room one more time, before wondering over to where your eyes had lead.
Just above the fireplace was some type of family portrait. There were nine boys*, all but maybe two sharing some type of thickness to brows, but all having shared a form of an alluring and attractive physical appearance. Of course it didn’t exactly tell whose house you were staying in. You could conclude a few things from this though; one: You were in one of their houses and two: you were in one of the parents houses. Again your eyes drift around in hopes of finding the owner.
Throughout the room was picture upon picture of sheep; Big ones, shaven ones, little lambs, and even one with a boy hidden behind it.

“Wait a minute…” you pick up that particular picture. The boy’s face was not visible but his hair sure was. Curiosity got the better of you and thus backtracked to the family portrait.  You looked over the hair styles of each boy before finally picking out the lamb chop. The boy with the sheep had light brown hair that had two short bobs alongside his head, a weird curled ahoge falling to his left , and green eyes. The one future that stood out the most was his brows.

“Holy smokes those things are like giant caterpillars on his face.”
“Ha-ha, you got me there.”

You gasp and jump. Turning around that fast made the work dizzy for a moment but it did not take long before you got back focus. Before you was that light haired boy with the strange hair style. His clothing was loose and comfortable and his voice was relaxed and joyous.

“I see you you’ve taking a liking to my photos. So what do you think of them?”

You stood silent for second.

“Well this, family photo, seems nicely done. Everyone and everything seems nice and ordered. Of course I could be wrong about it all.”

-pause-

“So, umm, these your cousins or something?”

“Nope. Brothers, each and every one of us. Boy I remember that day. The older ones were almost completely drunk off their ass and the youngest one could not stay still. Good times, good times.”

He laughed and it was rather contagious because soon you found yourself laughing along with him.


“The name’s Jack by the way and I don’t think I’ve caught yours.”
“I’m (f/n). (F/n) (l/n) and it’s a pleasure. I’m going to go on a hunch and assume that you were the one that found me. I would like to thank you for that; I’m in your debt.”

Jack laughed and threw his head back soon recovering only to place both hands behind his head.

“No need to do that, I was just helping to help. Plus it was my sheep that found ya there.”

He gave a small hand gesture towards the window where the wooly beast was grazing in the pasture in the tiny section that was protected by the storm.

“But I know what we can do. How about we got out for coffee and you can explain to me how you got out there in the first place.”

You smiled “Sounds nice. So are we going to be walking or taking a car?”

“Car of course, I have it parked right outside in the drive way. I was thinking that we head over to the little café over on the corner before town.”
He took the picture from you hand, placed it back on the mantel, and throw an arm over your shoulder.

“So how will you be taking  your coffee my fallen lamb?”