Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 3: Axis and Allies.

I don't own hetalia......

...........................................................................................

.................................................................

Yet  O_o.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 3: Axis and Allies.

Ilvero Amore's POV.

I walked down the street. I was caught in WW2 with them. Joy.

I kept walking and sat on the bench in the park. I looked at my sketchpad. Deciding to finish the drawng of Italy, I grabbed the pad and my pencils, and turned the pages. I look at the page, and I see an exact replica of Italy staring at me. I was shocked to say the least, how could I draw with such precision unknowingly?

I got my colouring pencils (pretend they have every possible shade ever) and got the clolour of his hair. I started to shade with the side of te pencil (it creates a smoother texture) when I started to feel like someone was watching me. I look up, to make sure I'm not going crazy. I shrug my shoulders, and continue to colour, starting to add shading and light.

It's then that I felt that very same feeling, like someone was watching me. I look up again, just to make sure, and notice 9 pairs of eyes, staing at me through a tree. I raise an eyebrow, and put my pad away. Luckily it was angled so that they wouldn't see, though I'm sure Italy would know what I was doing.

They all jump out the tree, and split into two groups, Italy, Germany and Japan in one, with the sign 'Axis Powers' over the top of them. Clever, using a confusing metaphor to keep the enemy on their toes.

Then, Russia, Canada, America, Enland, China go into the other. They have a sign over them saying 'Allies'. I'm guessing they where enemies.

I got a sudden cramp in my chest, but then it slowly faded. Strange, when they jumped apart, It hurt too...

I waved to Canada, and he smiled a really big smile at me, suddenly popping back to a normal persons opacity. He waved back and had a happy little glint in his eyes.

England and Germany walked up to me, glared at eachother, and then turned to look at me fiercly. I cower under their gaze, and Canada and Italy look at me worriedly. This was just like at home! Being bullied and shouted at because I am different.

"Ve vant you to choose the side you are going to be on." Said Germany. He had a solid look in his eyes, yet there was some emotion, sonething trying to be hidden. Yet I couldn't quite tell what it was. 

I sensed the mood was tense, so I asked the question.

"It's world war 2, right? So what are each of you fighting for?" I asked in a quiet tone.

That stumped them. They both looked at each other confused, and then back to me.

"We have our own reasons that don't concern a 18 ye-" I cut england off.

"I'm 20." I said dead-pan, straight face and all.

"Well, the reason doesn't matter." He finished, slightly blushing from his mistake.

So it is here and now that I have to make the choice. I looked down to my hands in my lap, my golden tipped hair falling in my face.

I whistled with my fingers in my mouth, calling for Switzerland. He came immediatly, and I thanked him.

"Hey Vash, are you neutral yet?" I asked him in his ear.

"Yes, ea-,"I stopped him calling me that with a glare, "Ilvero, I am, why do you ask?"

"You'll see." I ended with a smirk.

I turned to the rest of them. I stared into their eyes, one by one, only lingering on Canada then Italy. Why do they have to be o different teams.

"From now on I'm Switzerland!" I said strongly. They all looked at me with confused eyes.

"W-what do you mean, Ilvero?" Asked Italy. He looked kind of hurt.

"What I mean is I'm neutral! I can't choose some contries over others. If I am... earth... then you are all part of me, and I can't coose only a few of you. If you guys were all a team, I'd join you in a heartbeat. But you guys are all enemys. What about when It comes to the battle, what am I supposed to do then?" I asked them. They looked down in shame.

"How am I meant to fight the only people who have accepted me in my life. I don't know what grudge you have against eachother, but I am not taking that grudge out on any of you. You are all my freinds. I am sure that I haven't met everyone yet, but I am also theirs. Think of it from my point of veiw. I'm sorry, but I can't....." I stood up, tears in my eyes at the single thought of inflicting any of them pain. 

I put my sketchpad away in my tote bag, and stood up. I turned to Vash, and gave him a small nod of the head in a preciation. He bowed and walked off. Such a gentleman. I turned around also, and looked down, my strength from my earlier outburst dissipated. 

"I'm sorry....." I whispered, and walked. I'm not sure which hurt more, the fact they wanted me to chose, or the aching in my heart from the fact that none of them wanted to stop me from walking aw-

"It's ok, Ilvero, I'm still your friend. And I always will be." I taly grabbed my hand, stopping me from walking. 

I turned around to face him. A-A friend?

"Y-your my..... my friend?" I asked, unsure if I heard him right.

"Si! I'll help you out, even in the toughest of situations!" He promised.

"My friend..." I started to tear up.

" What's the matter?! Are you ok?!?!" He asked worriedly.

I grabbed him into a gentle hug, and cried into his shoulder.

"M-My first friend... you're my first f-friend!" I said quietly into his shoulder.

He hugged me back, stronking my hair (avoiding the obvious one)while the other countries shuffled away, leaving us to ourselves.

............................................................

I have a friend.

Finally.