It All Began With A... (Hetalia x Reader)

I've Got Better Plans

It All Began With A...

Chapter Four

I've Got Better Plans

(A.N. DUDE! THIS is the chapter I've waited so long to write, I really recommend playing that song. Lol, It's Oliver the vocaloid singing what Oliver the 2p feels... Opps, Spoiler Alert! Oliver is in this chapter. Also, I feel that maybe I should mention that this isn't part two to the 'Back story' chapter.

Confused?

Don't be! This is just an intermission! Enjoy!)

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The room was dimly lit by a few burning candles. Sure, electricity is still a thing, but that's not necessary when you have burning unscented candles. Unscented, because who needs the smell of a candle to boost you out of your blues when you have...

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2p Author managed to jump through the portal to the next dimension just in time before her home dimension was completely closed off. She would never be able to go back home.

She opened her eyes, she couldn't move her body, but she could look around, her dark brown eyes could see nothing but darkness surrounding her. She closed her eyes to blink, but just as she opened them back up, gravity came back, causing her to fall onto the hard dirt below her.

She pushed herself up, her clothes were dirty now, her head was on fire, and she felt weak. She frowned as she stood up, she dusted her clothes off and began walking, legs shaking to hold her up. She was stronger than this and had to figure out where she was so that she could wreak havoc to whatever universe she was on now.

Tall oak trees surrounded her on all sides, shielding her from the bright sun. She continued walking foreword until she realised that she was walking on wood that was covered with dirt. She knelt down and brushed some of the dirt out of the way, why would there be wooden floors in the woods?

She continued walking, making sure that she remained on the wooden floors, it didn't take long before she appeared before a rather small house. She frowned as she peaked through the windows, "Please don't tell me I'm in the 18th century." She pleaded. As she looked through the window, there were white candles burning on a wooden table.

"Dang, don't tell me I am..." She pleaded again as she walked towards the door, knocking it once.

-- Oliver's POV --

The knock on the door brought me back to reality, my heart began to race as I turned towards the door. Hopefully it's not anyone I know, they can't see me like this. I looked around at the piles of dissected corpses.

Cupcakes, foods, and all things alike made of people is one thing, but what I'm doing... They can't see me like this! They just can't!

I looked through the window, concealing myself in the darkness of my house, to my surprise, it was a girl.

Huh, normally I have to drag them here, I've never had someone willingly come here...

I fixed my collar and opened the door, "Hello?" I asked as my eyes locked onto hers. She smiled, "You're Oliver!" She said.

I narrowed my eyes, "Don't tell me you're another nation or something." I hissed.