Hazel Quinstrom

3 Truth

I'm about 83% sure where I'm going with this. Heh. It's hard to find time to write 1 story when you have about 50 others entrapping your mind. Sorry it took me so long to update. Hope you like it!

“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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Hazel could have sworn she screamed when the presumed Prussian suddenly snatched her up from the comfy seat. She hit his back once as they ran down the hallway to a large, open room. A semi-circle table sat in the center of the room with some of the people she met were sitting. When Gil put her down, she could see who was there. If she took Alfred’s word for truth, it was England, France, Russia, Germany, Italy (North and South), Spain, Japan, and now America, China and Prussia. A lone chair sat against the flat side of the table, which was for her. When everyone sat, Germany stood.

“Now that we're all together, there's something we must brush upon.” His hand gestured to her lightly, “Hazel Quinstrom. She is a change. Not many mortals know of our existence and if any do, it is only one or two of us they know. And even then they don't know the truth.” Hazel watched as England's gaze flicks over to America. The pain in his eyes pulls a cord in her heart.

“But you are the first human to actually know and understand us for us and not freak out.” America speaks out from his seat. This gets him more looks as the others process what he just said.

“You told her?” China asks, incredulously, voicing the thoughts of most. Alfred began to mutter about how he thought it was a good idea and such.

“Yes. He did. In his defence, I did ask.” Hazel stood from her seat before anyone else could speak, “Look, it's not like I'm in some sort of terrorist cell or going to be able to speak to anyone about what I know. No offence, but I'm in one of the few countries I don't know the language of.” She set her gaze on each of them. A silence falls before the group suddenly roars to life with arguments. It took Germany to bark out an order of silence for everyone to calm down.

“All in favour of Hazel staying in our protection until she won't be around anymore?” At the question, America and Prussia’s hand were already raised and the others slowly began to join them until it became a basically unanimous vote. For this she was grateful, though weary on what the 'anymore’ stood for. The meeting adjourned and she was left debating in the chair she had been put into. It took her a while to notice that someone else was still in the room.

“Matthew?” Hazel turned to look at the quiet Canadian. He calmly walked up to her, took her hand, and placed the owl and fox in it.

“I found these when we found you. I kept them safe just in case.” Hazel smiled and hugged him after getting out of her chair.

“Thank you Matthew. This means so much to me.”

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It had been a week since the decision and many of the nations had left for home. Hazel had decided to stay in Russia until her health completely returned. Within that time, with Ivan, Natalya, and Iryna worked together to teach her Russian, even if some of it was in different dialects. She managed to gain a grasp on the language as she stayed there, though something was calling her. Something pulling her to the door that led out into the world. Something she needed.

Again, sorry for the long wait. I haven't been able to post because SOMEONE decided to disconnect my phone off. Otherwise, I REALLY hope you're enjoying my story! Sorry its so short...