~ And So She Dreamed ~ (HETALIA FANFICTION)

~ And So She Dreamed ~ Part Thirteen!

Chapter Thirteen~

(I forget to do that XD)

“Hey, Anna!” A cute little voice shouts, sounding happy as he trots up to his friend. The small girls head whips around, her silver locks brushing past her soft cheek. She stands from her crouching position where she played in the sand, looking to her friend with a lifeless look.

The boy comes to a stop when he sees the expression on her face. His own saddens as he steps closer, “What’s wrong?” He asks, worry in his voice. She stares at him, her normal bright, ice blue eyes looking dark and more crimson.

Her small, light blue dress looks… Murderous. Well, not the right word but… Blood stains were splattered over the once pretty dress, going along her skin as well. The little boy, known as Alfred, stares in horror at his younger friend.

He takes a step back as she starts to glare at him, her eyes starting to fade into a darker color. A crimson color, full of hatred for the world and everyone in it. Alfred glances around the young girl, noticing a few things. Her hair was crazed, a murderous look held on her face. Her feet were bare and blood stained them from whatever she did. A still bleeding scar runs down her cheek diagonally. She possesses a bloody knife in her hand, her grip tight around the handle.

Alfred takes another step back, taking a wrong step and falling back onto his butt. The young girl, seeking to see blood, takes a step towards him. Alfred stumbles to his feet and turns, starting to run. He hears the girl growl and start to sprint after him.

“A-Annabelle! What’s wrong with you?!” He shouts back, tears brimming in his eyes, fear and sadness his only emotions. She doesn’t answer, only smirks as she reaches out and grabs his wrist. Alfred’s eyes widen as he’s pulled back.

Annabelle snickers, a dealy look in her eye as she stares down to the fallen boy. She holds up the butcher knife, a large grin pulling onto her lips. She starts to scream as she brings the knife down, “DIE!!!”

“AAHH!!!” Annabelle screams awake, shooting out of bed. Arthur quickly sits up, shouting as well. Annabelle instantly starts to run out of the room, getting Arthur’s tired attention and making him get out of bed.

Annabelle runs to Mattie’s and Alfred’s dorm room and starts to pound on the door. Almost instantly, the door opens to a sleepy, startled American. Annabelle quickly wraps her arms around him, tight and close as she starts to sob. Arthur stands there, a confused look plastered on his tired face.

Alfred looks down to her, confused as well, “A-Anna?” He asks, his sluggish voice sounding dazed. He looks to Arthur who shrugs, looking concerned. Alfred looks back down to the sobbing girl and slowly wraps his arms around her, “Hey, hey, Anna, calm down… What happened?”

She still continues to sob, the memory she had haunting her. Alfred frowns, looking back to Mattie. He gestures for him to bring her into the room, still in bed but sitting up. Alfred nods and lets go of her, reaching down and lifting her up bridal style.

He walks into his room, Arthur following and shutting the door quietly. Alfred sets Annabelle down on his bed, but she wouldn’t let go, her grip tight on around his torso. Alfred frowns and sits down, gently wrapping his arms around her, “Anna, you have to tell me what’s wrong…”

“I-I’m sorry,” She whimpers into his shirt, her voice cracking. Alfred looks bewildered, confused at her words. “H-huh? Why are you sorry?” Annabelle starts to tremble, pictures racing into her mind.

She saw the ending of that dream, she saw Alfred’s small body lying in a hospital bed, she saw her standing there with a man that looked like Arthur.