(kinda lietruss:ish, I think)
Once upon a time there was a dollmaker in a village not so far away.
He would make all the dolls of the village and sometimes people from other villages would come to visit him to buy dolls too.
The man himself was rather young, probably in his twenties. He had brown hair long enough to sometimes brush his shoulders and green eyes that shined in kindness every time he talked, he also had a little feminine face that the dollmaker would be teased once in a while.
As young as the dollmaker was the talent he showed in his dolls was clearly seen, he could do dolls anykind, big dolls, small dolls, from expensive porcelain to wooden and paper dolls, all of them beautifull. But, as much as he was praised and respected the dollmaker was lonely and it was seen, many times he was invited to drink or have fun, but always politely refused.
One day the loneliness became too much and the dollmaker made a doll for himself, human sized made from the prettiest porcelain that he had with only few cracks here and there, but they looked like they belonged there and planted two beautifull purple colored glass eyes to it. It was one of the prettiest he had ever made.
One time a person came to the dollmaker's shop and saw the doll and fell in love with it, the dollmaker was offered a figure so big that he could have lived the rest of his life with it, but he refused to sell the doll. The buyer was very sad because of this but the dollmaker made the person another doll, much smaller than the glasseyed doll, but at least as pretty and the buyer left the shop happy.
Not long after this the neighbours started to hear the dollmaker talk late in the evenings while making the dolls, "the man had to be lonely, he has always been" the people thought and didn't mind. Soon, the dollmaker would go out less and less and when he was asked why this was he always said that the work had piled up and people thought nothing of it, "He must be busy, he always has been".
There was a girl in this village too, the daughter of the richest man in 100 mile radius. The girl loved the dollmaker, and the girl's father thought it would be a good thing to unite the familys, the dollmaker wans't a poor man himself and was asked to marry the aristocrath's daughter.
To the suprise of all in the village, he refused asking who would make the dolls if he would get married and started living like a rich man.
There was no grudge held bacause of this and the daughter would often visit the man and even ordered few dolls from him.
Everything went more than fine for the next year or so, until the accident happend. A huge fire broke loose and burned the dollmakers shop to the ground. The people couldn't do anything, the fire wouldn't die down. The shop burned to the ground, after the shop had burned, the fire died as fast as it had started and no other houses or shops close by were damaged, but it was too dark and late to even try find anything from the ruins.
The daughter who had became the dollmakers friend was devosteted when she heard about the fire, she hurried to the shop's ruins first thing in the morning, before anyone would come to look for anything left of the maker or property. There, in the middle of the carcoal and pieces of porcelain was two dolls and a letter, just where the dollmaker had sat when making the dolls.
The girl picked the up the little dolls, the other was like a perfect copy of the dollmakers favorite but this one looked more happier and had a smile on it's face, the other was a little smaller and had green glass eyes that were sparkling in happiness and it looked excatly like the dollmaker had looked like, unlike the other this one was made out of wood but was as nicely made.
Opening the letter with shaky hands the girl read "Thank you for everything, I wish you would take these dolls as my final present for you. ~dollmaker"
The daughter still has the dolls, even tho now married and taking care of her children."
I may add that I don't own hetalia if this counts as fanart..