A New World (a Hetalia fanfiction - Book 3) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 1 - The Mistake

"Amewica!" I called as I trotted my way to his side, looking up at him as I tugged on the edge of his jacket.

He looked down at me and grinned. "Hey, lil' Rose! What's up?"

"Can I have a piggy back wide?" I asked, still unable to control my lisp.

"Well, you are the birthday girl."

I giggled and squealed when he lifted me and threw me onto his back. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands carried me under my knees.

He began to run around our house. I laughed in joy and excitement, feeling like I'm on the top of the world, despite that I'm only just a few feet higher than usual. America laughed some too, but then he 'almost dropped me', making me shriek a bit.

"Ahahaha! No worries, citizen! The Hero will never drop ya!"

He turned his head towards me a bit, but he isn't grinning, he's smirking now. Instead of sky blue eyes, I'm looking into crimson orbs. His hair is darker, and his expression had changed.

Suddenly, I felt very, very scared.

"What's the matter, doll? You look a little scared there."

My eyes opened and I took a deep breath.

Then I sighed and sat up, stretching.

What was that dream all about?

I think that's the first time in the past month that I hadn't had a nightmare of Slender Man.

But that...that was an odd dream.

Eh, must still be the side effects from the nightmares and such.

Then I realized it's really quiet in the house. England would usually be making breakfast around this time, and he always has the radio playing when he cooks. I don't hear any music, though.

Is he still asleep? That's weird, he's usually an early riser. No one else is in the house.

A little over a week ago, America had decided he wanted to get out of here. For a while, England and America fought over who I should stay with, because at the age of seventeen, I need a guardian. However, as they fought, even when I'm not around, I had a sense that their arguments had more to it than they let on. There seemed to be words that weren't spoken, at least not around me. There must be something that they're not letting me know.

However, although I insisted I can take care of myself, England won the argument, and so America went off to live on his own, leaving me with England.

So he doesn't live here anymore. I feel kinda lonely without him around, but I guess I'll be fine.

I dragged myself out of bed and stretched again, forcing myself not to fall back onto the bed and sleep for maybe another five hours.

I looked towards the window where the sunlight of the sunrise is shining in. I looked over at my digital clock.

9:43A.M. I sighed. Yep, breakfast time.

I changed out of the comfort of my PJ's and slipped into some jeans and a plain gray tank-top. After I pulled on a pair of socks, I walked out of my room.

I looked up and down the hallway, then headed down the stairs and towards the living room, finding it empty.

"Arthur?" I called. Yes, I have to call the countries by their human names. It's hard to get the hang of it, but I seemed to get used to it pretty quick. The only problem is remembering who has what name.