Hetalia Italy x choice...

Intro

(Italy's POV)

Blank....

That's all it was...

My memory...

My vision...

Before the plane...

Am I even still alive?

Where's Germany?

America?

Belarus?

Hong Kong?

Norway?

Australia?

Macau?

Seychelles?

Are you guys there?

Am I talking?

Yelling?

Whispering?

Am I crying?

Smiling?

Screaming?

In pain?

In happiness?

In loneliness?

I don't know...

Help...

Is that a door?

Colour?

A room.

(Italy's POV end)

The young Italians eyes flickered open, prepared to see he had just taken a nap on the plane he had gotten on to.

He and his friends had gotten onto a plane in Germany to land in Canada. He had ridden smoothly for most of the ride.

Until, it crashed.

Crashed right over Greenland.

He wasn't in the plane.

As he recalled that memory tears trembled down his face. He began to vibrate.

A scream rose in his thought and out his mouth.

As soon as he started, he stopped.

" Captain would want me to stay strong..." He began to think. Not daring to think his friends might not be there.

He scanned the room. A dull grey room with a big metal door only centimetres away from him. No window or other exit. Two tables on wheels were pushed to the corner with supplies of needles, tooth pics and strange things he could not recognize sitting upon it.

He sat up only to find he fell of the bed he was sitting on. "Darn..." He moaned slowly getting to his feet.

He collapsed again.

He looked at himself to see he was wrapped in bandages and had a cast on his left arm. He did not have his usual Italian military uniform on, but one of those hospital dresses instead.

The door flew open making the young Italian flinch.

Italy shuffled as fast as he could to the corner. He still couldn't see who opened the door. Soon after two women came in. He recognized neither of them.

The one on the left had long black hair tied back in two stiff braids. She looked slightly tanned and wore a white tank top with a brown skirt and vest. Her boots came close to her knees with white socks going up to mid thigh. Her eyes were a dark brown strained on the Italian.

The one on the left had an bright green eyes and wore a 4 leaf clover in her hair. Her clothes were a simple Jean skirt to the knees, b,ack slip on's and a green short sleeve t-shirt to match her hair clip and eyes. She also looked slightly tan and tall. Not to tall though. Her hair was a golden colour tied in a very loose pony tail resting upon her shoulder. She had and curl going to the right and a side bang going to the right. She appeared to be less strict and looking around the room for damage.

Then emerged a third lady about as old as Italy him self. She had platinum hair tied atop her head. Her bangs neatly put to the left it's a red ribbon. Her eyes were a light turquoise that seemed to soothe the Italian. She wore a long white coat that settled at her ankles. She wore ripped Jean shorts and a black half top. A necklace dangled down to her belly button of what looked to be either a smiley face or a magic circle. Her boots went slightly past her knees and where darker than midnight. She stood affront the Italian, her hand out stretched ready to help him up. He took it slowly and she helped hi arise.

" Welcome to Greenland, my friend!"