Where am I?

We are United!

Hi guys! Sorry it's been awhile since this whole time I've been a liiiittle bit obsessed with my entrance exam for high school.... OKAY maybe a lot but now after taking it I found it to be easy, so good sign? Anyways, hope you enjoy, Silver out! Oh and the italic is your inner thoughts , just to let you know BYE!                                                                                                                                                               -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Y/N Pov.

After America and I found all the clothes and other stuff, we ended up at the food court, he went to get us some McDonald's, the table where I was waiting was one that is far from the crowded tables near the food booths. As I waited I hear a familiar voice humming a pleasant song, it was beautiful and if everyone stopped making noise then I know that they all would relax quietly listening. I looked left and right trying to find the source of the humming, I couldn't see anyone and without thinking got up and started walking around looking for it. The crowd seemed to grow as I began to run dodging the traffic of people zoning out everyone but the humming. It seem to get farther as my heart beat got faster and faster. My feet slowed as I tried to catch my breath, I looked up and I felt a horrible stir in the pit of my stomach as I realized that I was lost. People were walking left and right as I stood still watching them, and even with all these people, I was all alone. I felt my body begin to slightly shake as anxiety overwhelmed me. I didn't know I could get so scared in my life. "I-I have to find A-a-america," I whispered as I tried to find a landmark of where I was or maybe a map. It was hard to move around without nearly falling from shaking so much, I couldn't find a sign or map near me and the realization of being trapped was enough to have me on the verge of tears. Why did I have to run out like that?! I should have stayed put! What's going to happen when America comes back to see me gone?! America would probably be worried and will come look for me. But what if when he finds me... will he be mad at me and force me to leave? As this thought spouted my whole body began to violently shake as a few silent tears rained down. This feeling is unpleasantly familiar and it made my shaking grow worse. I slid down on the nearest wall, curling up my knees to my chest in attempt to feel comfort. NO! I-I don't want that! P-p-please... I don't want to be l-left alone again! Please don't leave me, c-come back.  Again? What did I mean by come back? Did something happen? D-do I have nothing to go back to?! As all these thoughts ran through unanswered I hear a pleasantly familiar voice.

"Hey Germany look it's Mimi!" I looked up to see Italy bouncing towards me with Germany walking closely behind. I quickly dried my eyes to appear fine and my shaking has retreated slightly but it didn't go unnoticed."Bella? Are you okay?," Italy ran over looking worried, "You're shaking and your eyes are puffy!" Italy was now on his knees checking me over, as Germany looked over him with a worried expression.
It took a couple of tries for me to talk, but when I did it sounded raspy and obvious that I was crying,"A-america and I came t-to buy me some stuff and we s-stopped for a lunch break, b-but I started walking around a-and now I'm lost." I felt a few more tears fall as I buried my head back in my knees. I felt Italy wrap his arms around me as he started humming to calm me down. It was nice and it did help me relax but... it wasn't the same, it was a lady's voice before not Italy's. I looked up to see Germany looking away confused of what to do, it was obvious that he isn't too accustom to comforting someone and I found it amusing and laughed a bit. Italy helped me stand again and began walking, with Germany taking the lead. 

"Come on Mimi, Germany will show us the way back to America!" Italy giggled as he bounced around holding my hand. It was fun seeing him so happy, I couldn't help but feel happy as well. It sure beats the dread I felt before...I don't think I'll ever want to wander off again and certainly never want to ever be alone. As we walked Italy would get sidetracked and look at pretty jewelry or talked to ladies, but he never let go of my hand. Sometimes he would squeeze my hand when we would go past a large group, like he was afraid to lose me. It was nice to know people care about me and I'm really grateful. I began to notice some familiar stores and soon enough we were in the food court again. I could see in the distance America looking around frantically worried, I bet I know why. Italy start running over dragging me along. My heart dropped as I remembered one horrible thought. What if he's mad at me? And would he kick me out because of it? My stomach stirred and I felt like crying all over again. I didn't get the chance to run as America looked over at us and ran towards us. I began to hide behind Italy as he got close enough to talk with Germany.