Lost, A Hetalia Fan Fic

It's Mostly Just Freezing

America and I stumbled through the dark towards the direction of what we thought to be Italy. We found hanging limply from a tree, his parachute entangled. America cut him down and he fell the rest of the way. Italy sniffled and got up. "I'm hungry.", He said. "Man, don't even get me started!", America groaned. I dragged the two whining countries off to find the rest of them.

After searching a bit and tripping through the dark we found the other countries. "I suggest we set up camp. It's much to dark to get our bearings.", England said with authority. America looked like he wanted to argue but could see the rationality of England's statement. Italy lay down and curled into a ball, instantly asleep. Germany lay down next to him, staring up at the sky. France turned to me "Ohoho Mon Cherie, care to cuddle up for warmth?", he said flirtatiously. Ew. Ew. Ew. "Pervert old man! I-I'd rather be cold.", I said, shivering. France pouted but lay down. I inched away from him and then curled into a little ball. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't even try. It was to freezing and I was more scared then I would like to admit. I heard low voices speaking. I turned, and saw England and America talking. UsUk! UsUk! My mind chanted over and over as I fought back giggles. Moon light reflected off of Alfred's glasses. He turned and looked over at me. I pretended to be asleep but he caught me peaking. "Mari, that's your name right? Come sit with us. I can see you shaking from over here.", America said. I shrugged and sat down between England and America. We talked for awhile about our lives when I finally asked the question I had been wanting to ask. "If y'all", I started to say but England interrupted me with "You all." I stuck my tongue out at him and said "Grammar Nazi!" Germany stirred in his sleep. America seemed to be fighting laughter. "If you all are real, how is there an anime show?", I asked. The countries both simultaneously groaned. "We lost a bet to Japan.", England said. I laughed. Everything grew quiet. I leaned my head against Americas shoulder and drifted off the sleep.