Forgetting Home | Hetalia x Reader

Chapter 2

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~ Writer-San
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"Um... I- I don't know." You whispered looking at the three boys staring at you. You stopped for s few seconds before your face reddened, "WAIT A MINUTE, WHAT AM I DOING HERE!" You yelled. They all jumped at your screaming. "GET THE HELL OUT!!" You yelled. The British boy immediately turned way and almost ran off. The boy with glasses stared at you for a moment with a, don't be so rude.. Type look. Before, leaving dragging the long haired French man with him.

You threw the blankets off yourself and ran to the door peeking out of it before slamming it shut. You sighed in relief and looked at the wooden door. Carefully you pressed your ear to it, "uh... Ivan, wang... We have a situation." British accent... You decided he was on the phone. You pulled your head away and sunk to the floor.

This is not ok, I don't remember anything... Come on.. Where am I? You thought. You looked down at your clothes, change you stood and walked to a connecting bathroom. You showered and then walked back to the room. A towel around your body, you opened the closet. All guy clothes... I've got to wear something... You looked at the crumpled clothing on the ground. No... Not wearing that. In the end you wore some boxers, (Cause you had no choice) And some slacks along with a plain white tee shirt.

You walked and sat down on the bed. You looked at your hands, "I should go out there..." But where will I go? What do I do?? You thought before standing up. Sitting here gets nothing done, you walked to the door grabbing the handle, you opened the door taking a large breath. Walking through the hall you hear talking down stairs. Don't be scared, they are no match for me. You think trying to pep talk yourself.

Finally after a painstakingly slow walk you reach the bottom of the stairs. You step from behind the railing to be greeted with five boys. Their talking over each other, "excuse me?" You say but you're drowned out by the noise. "Um... HELLO!" You yelled over them all.

Five boys all looked at you, uncomfortable you crossed your arms over your chest. "Oh. HEY DUDETTE!" The boy with the glasses you had seen earlier spoke first. "Um... Yes. Hi." You awkwardly said. This is not going well... "Why am I in your house?" She asked. "It's not my house... It's his." He pointed to a boy with... Well, he had eyebrows. "Oh, well yes this would be my house." The British boy spoke. "What's your name?" You asked him.

"Arthur... Arthur Kirkland." He said. "Good. I need to know for when I call the police." You said glaring. "Wait! Don't call the police!!" Glasses boy spoke. "WE DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GOT HERE!" He said. You winced, did he have to be so loud?

"I'm going!" You called out turning and stomping off to find the door. Several of the boys stood but none followed you as you found the door and threw it open walking out. "Oh." You looked around. Nothing was familiar, "where am I?" "Well-" you jumped and turned, eyebrows and glasses where standing behind you, "don't do that." You chastised. "We are... In, England." Arthur said. The boy with glasses giggled, "shut up you bloody git. It's not funny." He smacked him behind the head. "England!" You say down on the concrete step. "Well where do you live, love?"

"I'm not sure...."