Lost, A Hetalia Fan Fic

Curiouser and Curiouser

Italy had woken up with a long, luxurious stretch. "A-good morning to you!", He said while running his fingers through his coppery colored hair. Germany promptly dropped him on the ground. "I am done with ze carrying of you.", The country said with a slight scowl. The Italian sniffled and came over to walk by England and I. "Buenos Dias Señorita Mari!", He said in Spanish. "Buenos Dias Feliciano!", I said with a laugh, knowing my accent was terrible. We walked for quite awhile, listening to Italy chatter on about things like pasta and gelato. "Mi fratello, Romano, he does not a-like to cook pasta" I heard a lot about Romano... and Spain... Spamano. I decided to keep that to myself.

"Tell me about you family, won't you?", Arthur asked, derailing my train of thought. "Well, my mom and dad adopted me when I was a baby. My dad's a pilot so he's never around and my mom died when I was 10.", I said.

Arthur looked at the ground. "I am so sorry..", he said, slightly awkwardly. "It isn't as though it was your fault, now was it?", I asked him with a smile. "Things happen, life moves on. The worlds not gonna stop when your life ends. Keep moving forward.", I said. That had been my motto for quite some time, along with, Life's short, do whatever the hell you want. "I mostly look after myself. I live alone and get money sent to me from my dad. If I need someone to drive me any where, I usually just ask my friend, Taylor. He lives next door.." And then I remembered: "OH MY GOD! Taylor's going to be so worried!", I began freaking out. Taylor could get super paincky.England fixed a stare at me with his emerald green eyes. "It's going to be ok. Do you understand me?", he asked seriously. I nodded numbly. Germany called from ahead where he had been talking to Italy. "Ve are here."

The clearing was beautiful! Maple, Pine, fir, and birch trees lined the lake. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, casting a warm glow. It looked as though it was a picture from a post card. The water from the lake reflected the mid day sun, causing a glare that contrasted perfectly from the shady woods. Though the air was still chilled, it felt slightly warmer here, I thought as Arthur gently placed me on the ground. I watched him go talk to America. From their facial expressions, I could tell it was a serious matter. My eyes trailed down them, slowly. It has been confirmed. America and England wear skinny jeans! And they look really good in them..-No! Bad train of thought! Bad Train! Bad! Go derail yourself! , I thought.

I experimentally attempted to move my broken foot, expecting pain. To my great surprise, it moved! I slowly got up, in shock. "Alfred! Arthur!" They ran over to me and looked at me with surprised faces. "That's... Not... Possible!", Alfred said slowly.

My broken foot had been healed in a matter of hours.