Hazel Quinstrom

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In case people want to know, Hazel knows English, French, Spanish, German, Gaelic (Scots), and Italian. She was in her first year of Russian. Enjoy chapter 2.

“I don’t know dude. She seems too chill to be a normal person.” An American accent startled her as it came from the door she was passing, “And who else can see England’s bunnies? And my brother? He’s basically invisible to everyone including me sometimes. I almost didn’t notice he was there if it wasn’t for her reaction.”

“Я не знаю, Америка” A heavy Russian accent nearly whispered, “She is not like us. I don’t think she is Персонификация.”

“Whatever dude. Maybe Yao or Allister might know.”

“Maybe.”

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The door swung open under Hazel’s weight, causing her to stumble a few steps but right herself before she could fall. She was very aware of the eyes now on her as she bit the inside of her cheek and looked around the room. The Russian and American were sitting at a table eating pelmeni and a burger, respectively.

“What is it девушка? What brings you here?” The Russian inquired, seemingly indifferent from her appearance.

“I… I uh…” Hazel stammered, unable to find the words she felt would be a suitable answer. The hair on the back of her neck began to prickle the longer she was under the gaze of the two men. There was the sense of something, whether it be the dark the Russian was giving off or the sense of utter power emanating between the two of them, she couldn’t determine. Tossing the feeling aside with a shiver and a shake of her head, she gathered enough wits to answer, “I’m looking for my things. I had something irreplaceable in my shirt pocket.” Her eyes shifted between the two men as she wondered if they would help, or even believe, her.

“Well…” The American grunted out as he got up, “I’m the hero so I think I’ll help you find them. Alfred F Jones at your service.” The Russian rolled his eyes at the American's statement but also stood.

“I will go ask others. Maybe Yao or Kiku knows where сокровища are.” The Russian spoke in partially broken English as he addressed Hazel.

“Yeah. You do that Ivan.” Alfred chuckled as he grabbed Hazel’s arm and pulled her from the room. She glanced back at Ivan as he shook his head and moved to start his task. At first she hadn't realized he had been talking, just that there was a noise coming from somewhere and she wasn't paying attention. It wasn't until he waved his hand in her face when she realized everything was coming from him.

“Huh?”

“I was asking what you were looking for.” Alfred repeated. He was looking down at her while still pulling her along.

“I… Something my father gave me… Before he died. It's all I have left of them.” I glanced about as I spoke, looking into the different open rooms that we passed. Every so often I could see a person or two interacting but we moved too quickly to see who it was.

“It's good that you have something. I still have one of the tea boxes that Arthur gave me a long time ago…” Alfred seemed to slow a little as he spoke before he shook his head.

“That's… Good?” Hazel was beginning to wonder who these strangers were. There were so many of them and they all were so different, “Um, I hope you don't mind… But what's with everything here?”

“What do you mean?” Alfred, now out of his memorial stupor, smirked and raised a brow at her.

“I mean… Oh, I feel stupid for asking this… You're all so different. The way you act, it's almost stereotypical. You yourself seem to be the embodiment of American pride.” Hazel sighed and looked to her feet as Alfred laughed.

“Well. You're not wrong.” Her head shot up quickly at his words.

“What!?”

“I said you aren't wrong. I am America.” He looked back to see her very confused face and continued, “Ok. So my name is Alfred, but I am also the embodiment of America. Like Ivan is Russia, Francis is France, Arthur England, and so on. Were in Russia now. Been here since we found you. Nobody wanted to leave you alone here. We were too curious about you. So now that you're awake, I suspect everyone will start going home. Who you go with is your choice…”

“I… I'm in Russia?” Hazel’s voice was disbelieving.

“I say all that and that's what you have to say? Dudette! You're awesome!” Alfred laughed again as he finally opened a door.

“Probably not as Awesome as me! Kesesese!” The albino German laughed from inside the room. They were once again back in the room she woke up in.

“Right… Gil, do you know where her stuff is?” Alfred let go of her hand and moved over to the German, sharing a special handshake.

“Nein. But I think the Kiku might. Him and Ling took them to get them clean when the frau woke up.” Gilbert looked over to Hazel with a smirk.

“Where at?” Alfred asked to which Gil responded with a shrug. Hazel sighed and shuffled to a chair, her legs ready to give, and plopped down onto the plush seat. She sat in thought as Alfred and Gilbert on continued with their conversation. Sure, she heard what Alfred had said about what he and the others were, but that wasn't what she found important. How on earth had she gone from Eastern America to Russia? Something brought her here and it was none of these men or women.

“Měiguó! Pǔlǔshì! You are needed. As are you niánqīng nǚhái.” A Chinaman suddenly entered the room, his long hair flying over his shoulder in a long ponytail. His eyes were wide as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Both of his hands were propped up against the frame of the door. The two men looked to each other before taking off towards the door, the German somehow picking her up and flinging her over his shoulder as they all left the room.

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Девушка – Girl
Сокровища – Treasures
Nein - No

(I'm not sure if Japanese and Chinese characters appear so I'll do the pronunciations)

Měiguó. Pǔlǔshì. - America. Prussia.
Niánqīng nǚhái. - Young girl.