life is beautiful
Title: Life is Beautiful
Written by: d1Loui
Fandom: Hetalia
Genre: general
Rating: K
Warning: A not really thought out plot; grammatical errors
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A jeepney stops in front of the public market. The driver sticks his head out and calls for passengers. The jeepney is soon filled with people, with some still trying to fit themselves in the little space left to them. The sun was about to set, and children and adults alike were all itching to go home, lounge in front of the television and spend the night with their family before starting their day again tomorrow.
One man cautiously enters the vehicle. He ducks his head to avoid getting hit and weaves himself through the hands, feet, an bags that clutter the aisle. With a quiet oomph, he manages to seat himself behind the driver. He wrinkles his nose at the onslaught of smells. They were careening out of the narrow driveway, and when he took a look outside, he saw several people closing shop and looking for a ride home.
This man had many names, but he lets people call him Juan.
With eyes that looked much too old for his young face, he turned to get a glance at the people he was with. Each and every one of them, he knew. He knew their names, where they lived, and how they lived their lives. And looking at them now, he knew exactly what was going through their heads.
Right across him was a woman, maybe somewhere in her late fifties. She was resting her head in her palm, her free hand gripping a face towel and a bag filled with vegetables. Sweat was gathered on her forehead and her eyes seem to be drooping.
Juan’s eyes softened. He knew she was thinking about her husband who was in the hospital and lying sick in bed. She was worrying about him and was wondering just what could she do to get some money to pay for his hospital bills.
He then turns his attention to the young lady beside her. She was on the phone, slowly explaining something to the person on the other line. Her face was filled with thick make-up and her hair stiff with hair-spray.
She was 22 years old, Juan knew, and was already the one working to help support her parents and her five younger siblings.
By the entrance, a man slumped in his seat. His blue shirt clung to him with sweat. He was leaning on the colored window, his eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down with exhaustion. He was dead tired as he had carried boxes on his shoulders all day so that his children can continue with their education.
Two young girls giggled from across him. They were wearing their school uniforms, the high school just a few blocks from there. Although they seemed to be happy and have no care in the world, Juan knew they were both worried.
The girl with the bright flashy headband was scared of going home. She was afraid her father would be drunk again and that her mother would be out of the house, leaving her to deal with him.
The other one worried about her grandmother, the only family who ever loved her, who was lying in bed, sick. In her arms, bangles decorated her wrists, hiding from the world the scars she gave herself.
Besides them, there sat a boy a little older than they were. His head in between his knees as he refused to let anybody, even strangers, see him cry. He didn’t know how to tell his parents that he was going to be a father sooner than they had expected.
There were other different personalities inside the jeepney, all worrying about something in their lives. Juan felt pity for them. Was it his fault that they were living their lives like this? Was it his fault that these people were unhappy?
Besides him sat a little girl. Her clothes were torn and dirty. Her face looked as though t hadn’t been washed for days.
She was smiling, humming a little tune she learned earlier in the day under her breath.
Juan looked at her and wondered what made her smile. He continued to look at her and she must have felt his gaze as she looked up at him. Their eyes met and Juan asked her, “Why do you smile?”
Her grin widened at the question and Juan could see her broken tooth. She then proceeded to pull something out of her pocket.
After a little while of struggling, she showed him some coins, he quickly counted them. 24 pesos.
“I managed to earn this today,” she said, “Inay and me would have something to eat later.”
She put the change back inside her pocket and continued to hum that happy little tune. Juan’s gaze then turned to all the people who had started to get off, one by one.
The woman across from him had gotten off and was greeted by young children, her grandchildren, who took her hand and made mano po. One of them took her bags, and the other took her hand, guiding her to the front porch and asking about her day.
The young lady besides her got off and was greeted by her fiancé at the gate. He had already cooked dinner for their family and had taken care of her bed-ridden parents all day. He kissed her on the cheek and told her that the company he applied in had just called earlier that day and told him he got the job.
The man by the entrance got out and his children screamed from the inside and they pushed and pulled at each other in order to let their father see their high grades and their gold medals and told him that they’d buy him anything he wanted when they grew up and graduated. His wife laughed alongside them and he smiled at their antics.
The girl with the bright flashy headband came home to her father sober, and her mother cooking dinner. Her father greeted her with a big hug and kissed her on the forehead multiple times and told her he loved her. Her mother patted her head and kissed her as well and whispered I love you too.
The other one came home, surprised that her family, who were in America, had come home to take care of her grandmother. They showered her with gifts, chocolate, and kisses. Dinner was filled with story-telling and laughing and she’d never felt so loved before.
The boy who was about to become a father soon got off sullenly, he told his father and his mother and they had cried. They didn’t scream or yelled at him to get up. Instead, they wrapped him in his arms and let him cry. They told him that everything would be alright and that they’d be there to help him every step of the way.
Everyone got out until only he and the little girl was left. She got off soon as well. Her mother was waiting by the street, a crutch supporting her weight and a weary smile on her face. “Inay!” she called out with open arms. She wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist.
Juan watched with a soft smile. There was still some good left in the world after all.
Life was still beautiful.
Written by: d1Loui
Fandom: Hetalia
Genre: general
Rating: K
Warning: A not really thought out plot; grammatical errors
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A jeepney stops in front of the public market. The driver sticks his head out and calls for passengers. The jeepney is soon filled with people, with some still trying to fit themselves in the little space left to them. The sun was about to set, and children and adults alike were all itching to go home, lounge in front of the television and spend the night with their family before starting their day again tomorrow.
One man cautiously enters the vehicle. He ducks his head to avoid getting hit and weaves himself through the hands, feet, an bags that clutter the aisle. With a quiet oomph, he manages to seat himself behind the driver. He wrinkles his nose at the onslaught of smells. They were careening out of the narrow driveway, and when he took a look outside, he saw several people closing shop and looking for a ride home.
This man had many names, but he lets people call him Juan.
With eyes that looked much too old for his young face, he turned to get a glance at the people he was with. Each and every one of them, he knew. He knew their names, where they lived, and how they lived their lives. And looking at them now, he knew exactly what was going through their heads.
Right across him was a woman, maybe somewhere in her late fifties. She was resting her head in her palm, her free hand gripping a face towel and a bag filled with vegetables. Sweat was gathered on her forehead and her eyes seem to be drooping.
Juan’s eyes softened. He knew she was thinking about her husband who was in the hospital and lying sick in bed. She was worrying about him and was wondering just what could she do to get some money to pay for his hospital bills.
He then turns his attention to the young lady beside her. She was on the phone, slowly explaining something to the person on the other line. Her face was filled with thick make-up and her hair stiff with hair-spray.
She was 22 years old, Juan knew, and was already the one working to help support her parents and her five younger siblings.
By the entrance, a man slumped in his seat. His blue shirt clung to him with sweat. He was leaning on the colored window, his eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down with exhaustion. He was dead tired as he had carried boxes on his shoulders all day so that his children can continue with their education.
Two young girls giggled from across him. They were wearing their school uniforms, the high school just a few blocks from there. Although they seemed to be happy and have no care in the world, Juan knew they were both worried.
The girl with the bright flashy headband was scared of going home. She was afraid her father would be drunk again and that her mother would be out of the house, leaving her to deal with him.
The other one worried about her grandmother, the only family who ever loved her, who was lying in bed, sick. In her arms, bangles decorated her wrists, hiding from the world the scars she gave herself.
Besides them, there sat a boy a little older than they were. His head in between his knees as he refused to let anybody, even strangers, see him cry. He didn’t know how to tell his parents that he was going to be a father sooner than they had expected.
There were other different personalities inside the jeepney, all worrying about something in their lives. Juan felt pity for them. Was it his fault that they were living their lives like this? Was it his fault that these people were unhappy?
Besides him sat a little girl. Her clothes were torn and dirty. Her face looked as though t hadn’t been washed for days.
She was smiling, humming a little tune she learned earlier in the day under her breath.
Juan looked at her and wondered what made her smile. He continued to look at her and she must have felt his gaze as she looked up at him. Their eyes met and Juan asked her, “Why do you smile?”
Her grin widened at the question and Juan could see her broken tooth. She then proceeded to pull something out of her pocket.
After a little while of struggling, she showed him some coins, he quickly counted them. 24 pesos.
“I managed to earn this today,” she said, “Inay and me would have something to eat later.”
She put the change back inside her pocket and continued to hum that happy little tune. Juan’s gaze then turned to all the people who had started to get off, one by one.
The woman across from him had gotten off and was greeted by young children, her grandchildren, who took her hand and made mano po. One of them took her bags, and the other took her hand, guiding her to the front porch and asking about her day.
The young lady besides her got off and was greeted by her fiancé at the gate. He had already cooked dinner for their family and had taken care of her bed-ridden parents all day. He kissed her on the cheek and told her that the company he applied in had just called earlier that day and told him he got the job.
The man by the entrance got out and his children screamed from the inside and they pushed and pulled at each other in order to let their father see their high grades and their gold medals and told him that they’d buy him anything he wanted when they grew up and graduated. His wife laughed alongside them and he smiled at their antics.
The girl with the bright flashy headband came home to her father sober, and her mother cooking dinner. Her father greeted her with a big hug and kissed her on the forehead multiple times and told her he loved her. Her mother patted her head and kissed her as well and whispered I love you too.
The other one came home, surprised that her family, who were in America, had come home to take care of her grandmother. They showered her with gifts, chocolate, and kisses. Dinner was filled with story-telling and laughing and she’d never felt so loved before.
The boy who was about to become a father soon got off sullenly, he told his father and his mother and they had cried. They didn’t scream or yelled at him to get up. Instead, they wrapped him in his arms and let him cry. They told him that everything would be alright and that they’d be there to help him every step of the way.
Everyone got out until only he and the little girl was left. She got off soon as well. Her mother was waiting by the street, a crutch supporting her weight and a weary smile on her face. “Inay!” she called out with open arms. She wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist.
Juan watched with a soft smile. There was still some good left in the world after all.
Life was still beautiful.