We're Not Broken (HETALIA)

Written in Memories

I was tired after a long day of fencing. I stayed after to practice with Ludwig. Gilbert still refused to practice with me. He didn't even say no! He just kept laughing until I left him alone! I sympathized with that stuck up asshole, Roderich, for once.

I collapsed on my bed, though it was only four o'clock pm. I was too tired to care. Plus, it was Friday, I could do whatever the fuck I wanted at this point. I fell asleep quickly, regrettingly disregarding the bring ass flash of light that was just on the other side of my eyelids. It was like the sand man paid me a visit! And that on its own wasn't far from the truth.

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I woke up in my dorm. But, it was empty. All our bags and supplies, along with our clothes were gone! We must have been robbed! Wait, no, how would a robber get into campus without getting caught. Ah, my head hurt. Why was all our stuff gone. Even my damned sheets!

I got up from the bed and ran to the window. There everyone was, out in front of the dorms! There were chairs everywhere and every student in the school was sitting in them. Up front was a stage. All the staff was there.

Ancient Greece, Ancient Egypt, Rome, Germania, Britannia... Wait no, yes? Ugh. My head pulsed and I fell through the window, no glass holding me back. I screamed but no one came to help. I closed my eyes tightly, bracing for impact.

It never came. Instead I found myself in a grass field, olive trees surrounding it. I sat up, crossing my legs. I was only wearing a white dress, making me more than uncomfortable. I hated dresses. It reminded me of my time at home which I didn't like remembering for obvious reasons.

A man walked up to me, trailed by a small boy with dark brown hair and olive green eyes, dawning similar olive skin to mine. A low scowl was on the young one's face and a stray curl flew off of his head. The man was also carrying a yet smaller boy. This one had auburn hair and slightly lighter skin. He was sleeping so I couldn't see his eyes but his had a similar curl to the older boy, but on the other side of his head and longer.

The man had dark brown hair that was super duper curly. He had a smile that caused his eyes to close tight. He was singing some weird song with his weird voice. I could understand what he was saying, even though it obviously wasn't English but similar to Italian. I finally understood that it was Latin. He opened his honey colored eyes and saw me.

"Aw! What's a puella do out here on her own?" He said childishly. I ran up to him and started hitting his leg, making him lose balance for a second. "little girl"

"I'm not a girl, podex!" I whined, hitting harder. "I'm a puer! Puer! Peur!" He picked me up by the back of my dress collar. I kicked in the air struggling against him. "Boy!"

"Well then what's your name, puer?" He asked kindly. I stopped struggling and looked up at him innocently as he set me down.

"I'm San Marino!" I answered, jumping up and down.

"Well, San Marino, these are your older brothers! Romano and Veneziano!" He gestured towards each boy appropriately. Romano popped up from behind the man's leg. I shot out my hand for him to shake.

"Hi Roma! I'm San Marino!" He introduced.

"I know that, stultus!" He snapped. I pouted a lowered my arm.

"Ah! Be nice to your brother Romano!" The man scolded. We started to walk off out of the field together but as I started to trail behind the group, my feet got stuck in the ground. I called out to them desperately but they didn't notice. I saw a little girl- no, a little me holding hands with the man as they walked away. I yelled a screamed and begged but I was stucked into the ground without a trace.