Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 2: Decision

I don't own hetalia. but me. Doesn't bother me. At all..... Nope...

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(goes all depressed in corner) Why me............

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Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 2: Decision.

Ilvero Amore's POV.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Ve~ She's awake!" Said a thick italian voice.

I opened my eyes and looked around. There was a blonde one with blue eyes, one with brown hair and a big curl, golden eyes squinting whille he smiled, and one with dirty blonde hair, and turqouise eyes, glasses on the upper part of his nose. Those were the ones closest around the bed.

WTF?! Why are there strangers around me? And where am I?!

I look around, and notice I was in a hospital room. I am now thoroughly confused. Why am I, Ilvero Amore, the girl who never went to hospital since birth, in a hospital?

"Who are you?" Said the dirty blonde one. Then, everyone decided to crowd around me. I shrunk down in my position on the bed, making them peer in closer over me.

"I-I-I'm I-Ilvero A-Amore.... Who a-are y-you?" I said quietly. It would be like a whisper to anyone else.

"HAHAHA!! I'm America! Or, you can call me Alfred F. Jones!" Said the dirty blonde.

"Joost Ignore him. Mein name is Germany. Or, Ludwig." Said the blue eyes one, his slicked back hair having a slight curl to it, barely noticable.

"Ve~ I'ma Italy! But you can call meFeliciano Vargas! Do you like pasta?" The brown haired on asked, the curl in his hair bobbing slightly.

"Hello... I-Italy, America, Germany." I nodded my head in their direction when I said their name.

Then, everyone decided to come out at once, telling me their name all at the same time. There were many names that I missed, but not many I caught.

"I'm France, or Francis to you mon cherie... Remember it for later <3" He winked at the end, his long blonde hair swishing aroung him 'romanticaly'. I dodged the heart, and 'accidentaly' hit the man in the face. Ugh, trying to hit on me.

He ran away screaming, holding his bleeding nose, while I just kept a straight face, trying not to laugh. I succeeded.

"Good show!" said a common british voice that I would hear normally, "I've always wanted to do that! The name is England, but as you have instantly gained my respect you can call me Arthur Kirkand!" Said a man with green eyes, and thick eyebrows. He shook my hand and kissed my knuckles like a gentleman. Umm..... That part really wasn't normal for me.... Boys don't randomly come up to me and greet me like that. In fact, no one ever noticed me, how come they all were.

"Priviet, I am Russia. You will become one with mother russia, da?" Said a purple eyes, blonde/white haired man, a scarf around his neck.

"Hmmmffpp, I-I'm.....hfgeu...... Canada..... or Matthew Williams." Said a muffled voice in russia's direction.

Russia was sitting in the corner, on a chair. Yet, it seemed as though he was sitting on someone.

"Russia. Stand." I said, getting out the bed. Luckily I had not had to have a hospital gown on, otherwise I would have shot whoever it was that put it on.