The Island Girl- Hetalia {Unfinished}

Chapter 6

POV Ontario

When I got inside my house, I didn't know what to think, and it went on for even after I'd gotten into bed, and asleep. I wanted to be angry at them, but I wasn't. Why did I feel...relieved, all of the sudden? Did I want that to happen? Or maybe it wasn't a relieved feeling. More melancholic. Maybe I just didn't know how to feel about this, especially since I'm not used to lashing out against things like that...

...But...around Quebec....

can't help it.

I sat down on the floor in my bedroom, ignoring Toronto and the concerned look upon her face. I buried myself in thoughts of confusion. 'Is this what it's like to be a normal teenager? Do they think about this sorta crap?'

I heard a small knock on the door. I didn't say anything, figuring it was Toronto for the millionth time. But not a second after, the idiot opened the door. Turning, I saw it was actually Canada. 'Really Toronto? Thanks.' As I looked at him, though, I saw the worry on his face, and that he probably wasn't here to chew me out about yesterday.

“What's wrong?” He asked. He sat beside me, but I refused to look at him. He wrapped an arm around me and said, “You can tell me anything. I'm your brother.” I looked up at him. He seemed genuine enough. “Really?” I asked. “You think you can help me?” “Well, unless it's a girl problem.”

Dead air hung around us after that, an awkward silence. I debated telling the story from the beginning. 'Well, maybe if he doesn't tell anybody. Then maybe.' I thought. That's when I decided I'd tell him. 'I guess I can tell him anything.'

So, I started at the beginning. From the time of New France, then when I was Upper Canada, West Canada, up to present day. He seemed to follow along for most of it, asking questions throughout the story, which I gladly answered. 'Maybe telling somebody wasn't such a bad thing.'

Heh, and as for the ending, “And if you tell anyone, you won't like what happens.” What? I had to include some sort of threat. All he did was laugh and say, “There's the Ontario we know and sometimes hate.” He smiled at me, and gave me one last hug. “I have to go back to my place. God knows what happened while I was gone.”

As I left, I couldn't help but feel a bit better. Sure, it was still confusing, but it wasn't as bad. I guess that's what it's like being siblings.

POV- Germany (Prussia?)

I was just as confused as everybody else when Canada suddenly stood up to leave. I mean, he just up and left, without a word. But then, I realized somebody had to take a tone of authority, especially when France and England started fighting again.

“HEY!” I yelled to get everyone's attention. When they all turned to face me, I spoke normally. “Thank you. Now, just because Canada left doesn't mean we can just do as we please. Everyone who's planning on doing something quiet after this, thank you. To everyone else...(sigh) just don't ruin the house.”

With that, the countries all went to do something. I guess the island girl went to her room or something, because she wasn't there at the moment. “At least France isn't following her.” I mumbled, looking at the frenchman going up the stairs. 'If she needs help, she'd better come get me, or at least scream for help.' With that, I went to do something. I honestly forget what it was, but it was something a Germany does (Prussia? Are you narrating? (Maybe)You've gotta be kidding me).

Anyways, I decided to go to my room and praise the shrine of my AWESOME brother, Prussia, since that's the best thing to do- Okay Prussia. You can leave.- Aww.

So I didn't do any of what was just said by mein bruder. I was actually dragged outside by Italy, who insisted on playing football (the european version.). The teams were: 1. Italy, Romano, England and I, 2. America, Japan, China, Russia, France. As for the island girl, she could've joined us if she wanted to, but I couldn't really find her after breakfast. I decided to search for her afterwards.

And that's how the match commenced.

POV- Romano

'Ugh, why do I have to be on a team with that German? And Italy, who is somehow really good at football. Whatever.' I thought after the teams were picked. The match started out well, our team scoring a few goals. The rest of the game was pretty much the same, but with a continuous interference of either Russia or France.

But, the highlight of the game was probably when we changed goalies and we actually got a few goals against Russia. Who knew?

The game ended around the time Canada got back from wherever. The final score was 6:5, us as the winning team. “Next time, they'll know not to mess with the Italians!” I yelled as we won. I immediately took it back when I saw the aura around Russia, and I hid behind Germany and Italy. All Germany did was sigh and said, “Let's go back inside.”

When we got in, Canada was watching from the kitchen window. “Where were you?” Germany asked. “Umm...there was a problem, er...people shooting beavers at Toronto's place.” We just shrugged it off.

“So,” Canada finally asked. “Where's the island girl?”

“Fu-!!!!”

POV- island girl

I watched them start the weird game. They were to kick a ball around until they got to the other team's net and kicked it in. I believe they called it 'Football'. Makes sense.

Anyways, after breakfast, I went outside. I found a nice group of trees and climbed them. What? Those people are scary, and this is what I've done for most of my life (or what I remember of it). When they finished, I stayed. I went further up the tree to see the sky, be closer to it. 'What if they notice I'm gone?' I asked myself. 'They probably won't care, anyways.'

I continued the climb up until I got to the top. I sort of sat there, gazing up at the blue, orange and red hues of the evening. I thought of the island; I didn't necessarily miss it, but thought about my time there.

The door slamming startled me, and I lost balance. I saw the others coming back outside. 'Had I screamed? I dunno. I usually do.' My grip on the branch was waning, so I started the descent. I slipped a few times, but got to the last branch. When I jumped down, I nearly crashed into Romano, who was closer to the tree. He an Italy seemed more concerned than the others.

Germany spoke up. “What the hell were you doing in a tree?!” “It's more comfortable for me, I've been in the trees for eight years.” His face softened up and he said, “Oh. Well, glad to see you're okay.” That's when I scoffed. “Oh, yeah, and thanks for almost making me fall when I was at the top of the tree by slamming the door. Probably not the best fall.”

They all muttered apologies, and I said, “It's alright.” I was about to go inside when a blur came up and rammed into me full force.