Have A Nice Day- A Hetalia Fanfiction

Prologue

I ran through the streets, scared out of my mind. I was alone. I was scared. I didn't know what to do, so I ran out into the rain, bolting out the front door of the block of flats I had woken up in. I began to cry. Where was I? How did I get here? Was I going to die? I raced around the block, looking for help. I began to ask people questions. I was ignored. I cried harder, falling to the ground, shaking from the cold. My clothes were wet, and stuck to me like glue. People walked around me, ignoring me. 

Something rested on my shoulder. I looked up to see what it was, putting my tears on pause. A man with blonde hair, and massive eyebrows squatted next to me. "Are you alright?" He asked me. I cried again. "Hush!" He pulled me into his arms, hugging me like his life depended on it. "Don't cry, my dear. It's alright." He pulled away from me, looking at my face again. "Dry those tears. There's no reason to cry. You're alright." He smiled at me, and pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped my cheeks. I don't know why he did it. The rain would only make them wet again.

"Do you know where your parents are?" he questioned, putting the handkerchief back in his pocket. I didn't know what parents were, but they sounded like pretty important people. I asked what they were. His big green eyes got a little bigger, and he tried not to smile. "My dear, what's the last thing you remember?" I told him about the flat, and everything I'd done until then. "What's your name?" I wasn't sure what to say to that, but I spoke without thinking, "The Kingdom of Lovely." I wasn't sure what that ment, but it came out anyway. He stood up, smiling. I noticed his umbrella for the first time. He reached out his hand to me. "Come with me. It seems I have a lot to explain to you."

(A/N because I can) I promise, the writing will get better, and less choppy. She's ten minutes old. She isn't going to think like Einstein. As she grows, so will her abilities to comprehend the world around her, and her thoughts will become more complex.