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

Chapter 5 - The Fear

"R...Romano!?"

This guy that I'm looking at...that is not Romano.

He has sunglasses with red lenses sitting on the top of his bright blonde hair, and the clothing...my God, he's a fashionable guy, I guess. He's wearing a red scarf around his neck along with a blinding white jacket over a button-up shirt. His dress pants are white also, and his black shoes are shiny.

And those aren't hazel eyes I'm looking into, no...it's not the eyes I adore so much. Instead I'm looking into bright red orbs.

His own eyes widened once he saw me. "Bella, are you that mad at me? You didn't have to go changing your whole look! Although, I have to admit, it's a nice change." He winked at me, a smirk spreading across his lips.

"Wh-What..." I'm at loss for words.

"Babe, I already told you, she kissed me! You had it all wrong!"

Whoa, hold on now. What?

He continued to talk. "Well, alright, it's not really your fault, you walked in at the wrong moment. But still! Forgive me?"

"Christ, do you ever stop talking?" The man the looks like Italy sneered, but the blonde didn't listen.

His eyes examined my body, and his expression twisted in disgust.

"What the hell are you wearing? Maybe you should wear clothing that'll suit you, and a tad makeup! Maybe a purple Lolita dress! Si, I could picture it now!" He walked up to me and on instinct, I took a step back.

He didn't even notice as he used his finger and lifted my chin. "Ocean blue eyes, huh? I knew Oliver has some damn good tricks, but I didn't know he is this good. Those eyes look great on you!"

I pushed his hand away and I stumbled back, away from him.

His blonde eyebrows furrowed. "Babe, what's the problem? Don't stay mad at me!"

I still have no clue what to say. What is there to say in a situation like this!?

He sighed. "Zo, c'mon, talk to me! You know I hate it when you do this!"

"M-My name isn't Zo," I managed to stutter.

He rolled his eyes. "Si si, I know you hate it when I call you that, but you're my Zo!"

"Flavio, I think she may actually have amnesia," Ludwig-look-alike said. Flavio?

"The hell?" The guy apparently named Flavio said, then he looked at me. He seemed to study me for a moment, noticing my confusion and fear, and then blinked in surprise as an interested smirk spread across his face. "Oh, really?"

I immediately became even more uncomfortable than I already am. Just what the hell is going on!?

"I was being sarcastic about the amnesia, dumbass." Feliciano raised an eyebrow at Ludwig, but the man shook his head and gestured towards me.

"No," Ludwig said. "I genuinely think she has amnesia. Look at her face."

Feliciano studied me, but I could do nothing more than to stare back. Would he notice my panic, my confusion?

Then Feliciano-look-alike sighed and rolled his eyes. "We need to bring her inside."

Flavio groaned. "But Luci!"

"Don't fucking call me that! Now, obey my orders and leave the ragazza alone!"

Flavio pouted playfully. "Oh, don't be such a grump."