"I'm one of the orphans." I sort of mumbled, turning my head so I could avoid his eyes.
"You? What happened to your parents?"
"Car accident. War. Suicide. Murder. I don't really know." I replied shortly still avoiding eye contact.
I hadn't noticed how close he had gotten, for when I looked up, he was standing above me, demanding my full attention.
Later
Sorry, I had a very important conversation. Mister Beildismidt was very kind. And after hours of talking, he welcomed me and said I could live here with him and the Axis. I'm not sure if he realizes how much this means to me.
He gave me a set of extra clothes, one's he said used to belong to his brother's friend Elizabeta. I Pulled the clothing up to my chest and looked at myself through the mirror near the door. It was a soft blue dress with blue and gold lace, i slipped it on, leaving my old clothing folded on my bed.
"What'ya think, Aussie?" i spoke with a fake accent to my loving companion, who, in the mean time had made a bed out of my old clothing.
Some knocked on the door.
"Hey FRAU??!!! Are you ready? HURRY UP!!" A familiar voice chirped.
"Gilbert? " i whispered back. I emidiatly ran to the door and swung it open, apparently letting 4 other dogs jump into my room. Aussie barked and joined them in a running circle.
"Oops." Gilbert took off down the hallway.
"Wait-" i looked to the hallway then to the dogs, i reached out my hand to reclaim my distracted pet, but instead of meeting her soft fur, i meet Sharp fangs which peirced my skin. Sending a warm stream of red liquid to the floor.
The dogs turned on me, all but Aussie growling and snarling until i was backed up to the Wall. I looked at the open door then at the snarling dogs. Emidiatly i took off out the door. I raced through the hallway finding my way to the kitchen somehow.
"GERMANY HELP MEEE!!!!!!" I shrieked jumping into his arms. "Save me!!!" The dogs came running up from behind.
"HEY! DOWN!" he shouted at the barking animals. The dogs all sat below him wagging their tails.
I let out a whimper, holding up my blood soaked hand.
"Vhich did thiz to you Frau?" Germany asked pulling my small hands into his own.
"That one." I nodded to the White dog with ruby eyes and a black collar. The blonde growled and looked to the Prussian hiding behind the couch.
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Life as a German (hetalia)
Teen FictionJanuary 8th, afternoon This life isn't so bad after all, but I was wrong when I thought I could stay. This wasn't my home; even now, looking at the concerned faces of my adoptive brothers, I know they could never love me. My life...
