~ And So She Dreamed ~ (HETALIA FANFICTION)

~ And So She Dreamed ~ Part Two!

Hey all!! I’m really excited for this story and I hope someone is reading it XD But whateves~

Cx so this is the second chapter!!! I hope ya like it!!!

Chapter Two~

Jackie nudges her owner, whimpering slightly as Annabelle leans against a wall, clutching onto her wounded shoulder. The heavy bleeding had stopped after she wrapped it up in a torn shirt.

The right half of her shirt was drenched in blood, lots of it being lost.

“I’m alright, Jackie,” She gives a soft, weak whisper. She had made it to the airport in Colorado, leaning in a corner as people continued passing by her without a bother with her or wonder.

Annabelle weakly lifts her right hand and lays it on her pups head as she nudges her side again.

“Duuuuuuude!!! That was so much fun!!!” A loud voice sounded from across the airport building.

“Yes, it was,” A softer voice said with a smile, sounding actually grateful, “We should hang out together more often, eh? What do you think Arthur?”

The other male smiles slightly, “Yes, that would be nice,” He replies with a strong British accent.

“Ha-ha! But next time more scary games, bro!” The loud male shouts, punching the Brits arm slightly. “Pfft. Like you could handle it,” He says a slightly annoyed look as he rubs his just punched arm.

The quieter Canadian blinks in curiosity as a golden retriever barks, almost sounding worriedly. He looks over and looks into the dark corner, seeing the pup gently nudge a limp girl, whimpering in worry.

A concerned expression crawls upon his face and he stops walking next to the too older males. The two others blink and stop with him, looking to him. “You alright, bro?”

Arthur, the eldest, follows the Canadians gaze to the corner, letting his eyes widen in shock by the look of the young girl. “Oh my,” He says, worry reaching his expression.

The American blinks and follows both of their gazes. His eyes widen as he sees the same girl, and the pup whimpering. He drops his bags to the floor and quickly rushes over, causing the dog to look up to him quickly, and move in front of what seemed to be her owner and stand in a fighting stance, protecting her.

Alfred, the American, slows down and stops in front of the growling dog. “It’s okay… Hey…” He says in a surprisingly soft, calm tone, slowly and gently setting his hand down on the pups head. As he starts to ruffle her fur, he could tell that she was trembling.

The other two set their bags down and quickly rush over as Alfred comforts the pup.

Annabelle looks up to the three, her eyes seeming lifeless and scared. Her vision tries to get out of a blurry state as she stares weakly up to them, still holding her wounded shoulder.

Her gaze slowly travels the American who ruffles her pups’ fur, kneeling down. He had dirty blonde hair with sky blue eyes, glasses lazily lying on the bridge of his nose.

He looks to Annabelle, worry stretching onto his expression. “Hey, Arthur, Mattie, help her out.” He says, looking up to the others.

Annabelle’s’ weak stare slowly leads to the two who. The blonde man with soft green eyes and rather large eyebrows, slowly leans down and picks her up gently into his arms, causing her to wince and tear up gently. She weakly looks to the worried looking boy, his indigo eyes, filled with concern. “I wonder what happened…” He says in a soft tone.