A man I recognized as Germany tackled me to the ground. Before I knew it, there were zip ties on my hands and feet. Seriously, who caries zip ties with them? The country scooped me up like a sack of potatoes and plopped me down next to Italy. Italy looked at me with wide eyes. "Ita-chan, watch her as I look for more spies.", said Germany as he stalked off back to the cargo hold. "Ciao!", Italy said happily to me. I smiled back at him and mimicked his accent " Ciao!" I had once done a casual cosplay of him, I thought. I leaned against his shoulder. It didn't matter if I was in zip ties, I was with FREAKIN Italy. "Italy guess what?", I asked him while looking up at his little curl. I wanted touch the curl so bad... "What?", Italy said in his happy Italian accent. "I luff you!!", I squealed like the fan girl I am. Italy giggled and looked out at the dark sky. Huh, I had just now realized it was night. I watched England help America up. Total UsUk going on there. I think that France may have noticed that as well because I saw him chuckle softly to himself. Then his eyes flicked towards me. I shrunk back in my seat. Oh no. Every Hetalia fan knew about France...
America sat down next to me. "Dude, for a girl, you've got a mean kick. Now tell me, what are you doing on my plane?", America said calmly as he picked up an xbox controller and repeatedly shot the other player who was lying on the ground with his gun askew. Ugh. I just now realized what they had meant by guns. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid me. I told America my story. I think he may have believed me, but I wasn't sure if the other countries did. England narrowed his eye brows. Dear Lawd I wanted to tweeze them. "Eyebrows only America could love..", I found myself thinking aloud. England looked at me, appalled, while America made gagging noises. "You little-", England started to say but I interrupted with a cry of "BLACK SHEEP OF EUROPE"
After America was done being dramatic, he said "Once we land, we'll get you back to where ever you came from. We would land now but our planes on autopilot so we can't control it. You'll just have to wait until we get to London." I was about to say ok and that I would be glad to stay with them longer but then the power turned out. "What the hell?", called Germany.
The plane hung mid air and then, with a jolt, it began to fall.
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Lost, A Hetalia Fan Fic
FanfictionI have so many questions. How are the countries real? Why did I get on that plane? How did it crash? Tensions are running high between the countries. Both England and America are constantly fighting again. But, my bigg...
