A Whole New World (a Hetalia Fan Fiction) (DISCONTINUED)

I Didn't Mean To!

(America's Point of View)

At first, I regretted letting England take a girl into his house. Then, I realized how hot she was (seriously, you can't get much more beautiful than her). The combination of blonde hair and green eyes, my heart and brain couldn't take it! It was truly love at first sight.

There was something in the way she stared into my eyes, and it was that something that made me fall in love. This wasn't going to be easy, I knew that. Does she like me back? I wondered. How can I compete with France and Italy for her attention? "Anyone up for vodka?" Russia peeked his head into the door. How could I possibly forget Russia? I thought. There's no way I'm gonna win.

(Italy's Point of View)

 Mamma Mia, I thought. Where have you-a been all my life? Of all the women I've met so far, Avery was probably the most beautiful. I could tell she really liked me, just by looking into her eyes. I lost my focus when Russia appeared out of nowhere and offered drinks. "There's this new thing called knocking," America sighed. "I think you should try it." "Who would want to get drunk at a time like this?" England asked. "It's not even 4 o'clock yet." "Any time is vodka time," Russia insisted. Then, he turned his attention to Avery. "Ladies first."

"I don't drink," she replied. "But thank you for offering." "WHAT?!" America squawked. "What do you mean you don't drink?" "Will you hush already?" England slapped him across his cheek. "I'm pretty sure there's a logical explanation." "Actually, there is," Avery replied reluctantly. "It all started ten years ago, when life was actually great. My father loved me, and had the support of my mother. One day, as my mom was coming home from work, someone had one too many and crashed into her car. She was rushed to the hospital, but they were too late."

She stopped for a brief moment, and tried to fight back her tears. "My mother died on the way to the hospital. Ever since then, my dad had replaced the love of his life with alcohol. I tried to stay as far away from him as I could every time he was drinking, but he'd always find a way to hurt me. He blamed me for that night, and often wishes me dead, too. He told me when I was eight that he never really loved mom. He'd only married her for her riches. He'd also told me I was never meant to exist, and that I was a mistake. He'd beat me at times when he had one too many, and told me how worthless I was. To this day, I still believe him, and I often think he's right." She shook her head, and buried her face into a pillow.

"Yeesh," Russia replied. "I just wanted to give you drink. No mean for this to happen." "Uh, I think we're good, Russia," America tried not to freak out. "But thank you." "Have you brought this up with anyone before?" England asked. Avery shook her head. "You're the first to know," she sobbed. "It's weird how I can trust complete strangers with my darkest secrets, yet not my own father or my closest friends." Wow, I thought. And I always thought my life was horrible. Poor angel.

(Avery's Point of View)

 Well, this is outstanding, all sorts of thoughts raced through my head, I have no clue where I am, I'm in a stranger's bed, sobbing in a pillow, and now I've burdened the strangers with my sorry excuse of a childhood. Absolutely fantastic. "I'm sorry," Russia murmured. "Eh, what's your name?" "Avery," I sobbed. "And I accept your apology." "I-I could give you some ice cream," America was in full panic mode. "You don't have to, really," I assured him. "Does anyone want to watch the new Doctor Who?" England asked. "I heard it was really-"

I shushed him. "Don't say another word," I whispered. "You had me at Doctor Who." "Is that really all it takes?" America asked. "It depends on the day," I replied. "Sometimes it does, other times it doesn't. Now, when does it start?"