((This is a very short fic I wrote for a Harry Potter/ Hetalia crossover forum that never really took off, but despite that, I was always quite proud of this little piece, because it was a character I’d never written before, and I had been interested in him from the get-go.))
Raivis let out a loud deep sigh, feeling the shivers shake off of his body all at once, before they started up again, this time even worse than they were before. Why was he always nervous? Why did he always feel like someone was coming to attack him? He may have been small, but he wasn’t that small that he was unable to defend himself. And some of the teachers told him that he gathered up the confidence than he’d be quite the magician. So why couldn’t he believe it himself? He needed to work harder! He needed to become stronger to make his brother proud and not always exhausted with him. He wanted to be stronger so that one day he would have someone to protect. He hated feeling like some cheesy story book character that always needed protecting all the time. He needed to stop sniveling all the time and actually be of some use to someone.
Some small animal noise cut through his thoughts. His heart suddenly jumped a few beats and he slammed the rum he had been drinking back into the chest it belonged in. He’d heard of the teachers who could change into animals… and he wasn’t exactly sure which ones did, and what animals they changed into… but he really didn’t feel like getting caught, and having to explain himself… or getting expelled and having to go back home or something.
Okay he really needed to stop thinking so much, because it seemed like this frog was determined to stop him ever-
“S-shut up you stupid frog!” Raivis shouted, feeling his eyes tear up, “I don’t enjoy your croaking cutting me off so much!”
Okay. THAT was the final straw. Raivis began to search the dorm for the culprit. It absolutely had to be inside, what with the volume it was croaking at. He decided to check under the beds when he didn’t see it with a few quick glances. Luckily for him, he saw the culprit easily in a few seconds, along with another culprit… a large cat, and a small frog. He watched them sitting very still a moment, before the frog made to bounce away, and the cat pounced. Raivis himself let out a gasp, seeing as how the bounce was… right for his face after all… and also, he couldn’t let that cat kill the poor frog!
As the cat made to pounce the frog again, Raivis pulled up his hand to swat at it.
“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!?” He slapped at the cat again, and swiped the small bright green frog into his hand, “Shoo cat! Shoo!” Raivis’ insistent swatting seemed to work, and it wasn’t long before the cat bounded away and dashed out of the room.
Raivis then pulled himself up onto his bed, and held the frog up to his face, “You look like you could use a little help…” And he knew just the guy for the job too. Sniffling deeply, and using the back of his free hand to rub at his eye, he decided that he would keep this little guy as a pet. He had saved it from a bully after all, and it needed his help! He couldn’t let it down! He could protect this frog with all his heart! He would be its smarter and less afraid older brother who would make sure that no one picked on him ever again.
Raivis knew that most people would probably give him funny looks about feeling so strongly about a small frog…but maybe keeping this little creature safe would help himself as much as it would help the frog.