Life as a German (hetalia)

chapter 2

Sunday, November 15

I awoke in a warm bed with a warm rag on my forehead. I can't exactly remember what happened last night but, hey; I don't think I'm in Russia .

Oh, upon looking at the pictures within the room I've been put in, I must be in Germany. Last night seems a little more clear now. Someone knocked on the door.

10 minutes later

Apparently I have been "captured" by the Awesome Prussia and his little brother Germany, though his "little" brother is taller and more intimidating than the Awesome Prussia himself. Aw, and the almost as awesome as Prussia, Gilbird, which is nothing more than a small yellow chick that sits on Prussia's shoulder. This might not be so bad, but you reader, are not here at the moment so I better describe this scene and its ever-so interesting characters. I, Trey Annabelle Springfield, with my bleach blonde hair and emerald green eyes, am a prisoner in the Beildismidt household in Berlin, Germany.

The room I'm in is cold, of course because the season is fall, the courtyard outside my window is littered with leaves in a messy arrangement of hues and shades. The room itself is a soft green color, with a bed in the left corner near the window. On it are silky white sheets and a white pillow. That's about it.

Those wonderfully sexy guys out there. Germany, a tall (like i said) buff blue eyed blonde who usually has his hair slicked back, and Prussia, the smack talking ruby red-eyed albino with silver hair and his pet chick Gilbird. That's all I know now.

Afternoon

I wish I had a picture for you but, here with me now is Italy. He's been in charge of making sure I don't escape, or so mister Germany says. He's really nice! He brought me Pasta and we talked about stuff together. He has pretty brown eyes and reddish-brown hair with a curl on his right.

This place may not be so bad- Who am I kidding? I want to stay! I have to be convincing! Germany just walked in, he looks so stern. I'll write our conversation.

"was willst dueine Frau?"

"Um, No puedohablarespañol" I sort of mumbled back.

He raised a brow. "Excuse me?"

I jumped up from my chair. "Yes, English!!"

"And you're french?" He still seemed rather confused.

"English is my first language."

"Alright then."

"I believe my parents were British." Perhaps mentioning that was a bad idea. Did he know that I was supposed to be on that train with the rest of the French orphans? And what of France? Was he worried about me, or relieved that I hadn't been taken? I searched Germany's eyes for an answer; he looked away.

"Well, why were you fallowing me and my brother?"

"I wasn't!" I immediately shot out. "I was hiding from Russia." I became quieter.

"Why?" he looked back into my eyes.

"Because I was scared."