The Miracle of the 11:11 Wish

Chibitalia - Live on with a Smile

"Vell (Name)? Is there anyone you vish to go vith?"

"Umm...I honestly don't know. This is kind of an out of the blue question."

He nodded in agreement at the statement. You weren't lying though, since who can ever answer such a question right then and there? You weren't one of those people from the show 'Whose Line is it Anyway?' who could make things up in an instant. Although, there were many times when you wish you could.

All the countries waited in a tense silence for you to make your decision. However, even if you couldn't make up your mind, they would decide for you since they weren't going to just let you go without anywhere to live. You were technically homeless in this world and literally had nowhere to go.

Glancing around, each one of the countries met your eyes with different expressions. Some kind and caring, others not so much. A few looked indifferent about this whole thing and you couldn't tell what they were even thinking. You kept your eyes away from France, who was currently trying to coo you to look at him. You noticed England moving about in his chair looking for something obviously important. A second later you felt a tug on your arm and looked to your left to see Italy kneeling down, looking up at you with a smile on his face. For some reason that smile seemed far too sincere and warm than it should have been to a stranger. His hands were hugging your left arm, and he seemed very determined to keep your attention on him.

"Ve~ Germany! Can the bella come with-a us?"

"If zhat is vhat she vants then yes, but let her decide first."

Italy seemed both happy and upset at the idea that you could choose someone else besides him. When he turned around to speak with you, England had let out cheer causing everyone to look at him. He seemed embarrassed and awkwardly coughed before turning his attention to you.

"Love, I just found the reverse spell I made as a precaution. I can send you back home right now," he stated with a smile.

The countries groaned in disappointment, many having wanted to get to know you better as they have never spoken to anyone not from their world before. Well anyone besides the Picts that tried to turn the world white. That didn't go over so well. Italy was especially wanting you to come with them as his grip tightened around your arm. He was strong for weak country.

"What? Can't the bella stay with-a us for a little longer?" Italy cried as England was getting the spell ready.

You didn't want to leave so soon to be quite honest, but you knew you didn't belong here. It wasn't your world to mettle with and you didn't know how your family was taking this back home.

"Italy, be reasonable. Don't you think that maybe she wants to get back to her family?" England countered as if he read your thoughts.

Italy still wasn't deterred as he continued to cling to you until you felt him get torn from your side. You looked over to see that Germany had actually pulled Italy off of you. Although, Italy wasn't very happy about that and was struggling frantically in his grip. America had to come over to hold him back while England helped you up and guided you to the chalk circle he had drawn.

"Alright, love, please stand here and do not move," England instructed you.

You hesitated, looking back at the thrashing Italy, before slowly nodding your head. You felt bad for doing this, especially if it was Italy. It broke your heart to see him so distraught. Just by looking at him it looked like he was about to lose someone important.

"Ready, love?" England asked, giving you a worried look.

"Ah! Y-yeah, I am," you gasped out not realizing you had zoned out a bit.