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

Chapter 3 - The Convoluted

England's P.O.V

I walked back into the World Meeting room when I realized I'm not making any process finding Rosalie here.

I opened the doors and strode into the a room full of commotion. The countries are involved in conversation now, as if all the chaos I expected earlier suddenly showed itself. Italy is trying to calm Germany down as said German is doing his best to shut everyone else up.

"Silence!" He shouted, his imitating voice boomed throughout the whole room and everyone immediately quieted, but they didn't silence completely.

Or, at least until they all saw me. Then they hushed into utter quietness.

I took a deep breath and spoke up. "Rosalie...isn't here."

"Then where is she, aru?" China asked.

"You said you were bringing her," Romano stated in a toneless voice, giving me a glare.

"I did," I said with a small sigh. "I...think my spell went wrong somewhere, so Rosalie may still be at the house."

"Well, go get her then!" Romano growled.

Spain set a hand on Romano's shoulder, but he shook it off. "I know this will be difficult, but try to stay calm, okay? Being angry won't help."

"Oui," France said somberly, meeting my gaze. "Especially when we have our discussion with Rosalie."
Romano cursed, but didn't argue, although his expression told us he desperately wanted to.

I sighed. This will be difficult, but I knew that from the very beginning.

Rosalie's P.O.V

"Why, hello poppet. How did you get here?"

My whole body froze and I stared with wide eyes at England...or, at least he looks like England.

"Eng...land?" I gasped. What in the world is going on?

He tilted his head, but his smiled never faded the slightest. "How do you know my name?"

Wait, so he is England!? He sure looks like him, but then again he doesn't, but...but that can't be England!

"Doesn't she look like Zoey!?" America-look-alike exclaimed, motioning his hand towards me and England-look-alike nodded.

"She does, but she doesn't seem familiar. What's your name, poppet?"

I'm not so sure if I should tell these guys my name. Should I? Maybe they can help me?

"R-Rosalie," I stuttered.

"Rosalie? What a lovely name!" He chirped, clapping his hands a bit. His smile somehow widened as he made his way towards me. The guy that looks like my brother still glared at me with distrusting eyes. That's perfectly fine, because I feel the same about these two.

"Alright, I don't know how the hell you got in here, but you'd better get out before I do something to make you get out," he growled the last bit and my fear intensified a teensy-bit more.