Hetalia - Strange World (Germany X Reader)

Lost

This chapter is written around a week after the previous chapter. You have learnt more and more about the wolves and their lifestyle each day.

(Your POV)

"(Y/n), (Y/N)"
You're shook awake via your German boyfriend. You groan and open your eyes to see his baby blue ones looming over you. You gently push him off of you and sit up, yawning loudly.

"Why do we have to train at," you look at the clock on your bedside table. "5 in the freakin morning exactly?" You say trying to keep your eyes from shutting.

"Because ve do and I have a busy schedule. Now get ready, I vant to see jou ready downstairs in five," He says, walking out the door.
"And I want a million pounds but do I have that? Nooo!"

"I heard zat!"

"You were meant to!" You retort, quickly getting dressed and tying your hair up. You make your way downstairs and quickly grab a handful of (favourite fruit) to eat whilst you wait for Germany to drag Italy downstairs.

"Herro (y/n), how are you today?" Japan says as you walk up to the door.

"Tired, but ya know what," you stop and look at him, smiling slightly. "I have a really good feeling about today," before he has time to answer Italy comes running past you and out the door, screaming about how he didn't want to eat England's food. A flushed looking Germany follows soon after and signals for you two to come out to the track.

You've really started to like training. Not the training part of it though, the part where you get to see Germany in his black tank top. You always find yourself admiring him during training, a blush always creeping onto your cheeks when he notices you staring. Unfortunately today isn't one of those days. Usually Germany is ahead of you, but today he's off chasing Italy. Japan isn't anywhere to be seen so you decide to plug in your headphones.

Song: *insert fav song*

You begin humming to the tune of it, but you soon are in need of a drink. You take one headphone out and open your water bottle. You hear a twig snap behind you, making you jump and drop the bottle, whizzing round to be met with emerald eyes before your knocked out.

(Germany's POV)

"Italy! If jou do not run at least one lap zhen I vill ban spaghetti for a veek!" He practicly yells, finally satisfied with getting the brown haired boy to run. His mind quickly goes back to thinking about you and it suddenly dawns on him that he can't see you. His eyes widen and he immediately calls your phone.

No answer

Worried even more now he calls back Italy and Japan.

"Have either of jou seen (y/n) during training?" He asks them hurridly, his eyes constantly starting to any movement he picks up on. Both of them shake their head.

"Right, Japan, jou go back to ze house end see if jou can pick up a fresh scent. Italy, see if you can pick up her scent around ze track, I vill go around the perimeter. Howl if jou find anyzing." And with that they both turn and run into their said locations, leaving Germany to go to his and hopefully find (Y/N)

(Time Skip)

It's been half an hour. No howls, nothing found. Germany is furiously searching every inch of the perimeter, not missing the slightest thing. He couldn't afford to miss the slightest thing, not when it was with you, you possibly in danger. No, he couldn't miss anything. He heard a twig snap to his left and he whipped his head around to try and spot any movement. He saw your (h/c) hair and immediately sprinted towards you.

"(Y/N)!" he yelled, trying to get a proper look at you. He stopped dead in his tracks. There you were, your beautiful (h/c) had fallen out of the ponytail you had put it in earlier, and was now cascading over the arm that was holding you. You, his liebe, were currently lying in the arms of a hooded man, your eyelids closed over the (e/c) orbs he had grown to love. He felt a slight pain on top of his head, which was soon over once his ears were fully out. His hands began to grow larger, blonde patches of fur appearing all over his body. His eyesight began to change from bright greens and blues, to darker greys and blacks. The tank top and army pants he was wearing begin to grow tight, and he started to get down on all fours.

"honhon, not today loup," ((A/N) - WOLF)

And with that, his vision began to blur and slowly darken all together.