The Story of Fiji [Hetalia Fanfic]

Sorry guys I couldn't bear not to make one. Don't hate I think you will like this and ya shouldn't hate what ya like! <~ Life lesson lmao jk k let me make this a book nao! *poofs and is gone* ((by the way, I will not add the accents, because its apparently hard, and its also apparently annoying to try and figure out, sorry!))

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Prologue

Third Person's P.O.V

A small girl was thrown into a small dark room, presumably a closet. The man at the door slammed it shut, leaving her in complete darkness.

She began to panic. She had the fear of darkness since as long as she could remember. She started to hyperventilate, and passed out.

*~Time Skip A Couple Of Hours~*

The door opened again. The man at the door saw the girl slumped on the floor, and guessed she was asleep. He snorted. 'Not for long' he thought to himself and kicked her in the gut.

She roused with a jolt, and got up quickly. She held her middle in pain. The man grabbed a lock of her hair and pulled her from the closet.

He began to pull her down the hallway. The paintings on the wall were magnificent, but she only got to see a glimspe of them until she was pulled down the stairs into a large open room.

There was a chair facing the large wall of windows, and the man dragged the poor girl over to it. He pushed her down to the ground, and her face landed in soft carpet. She was kicked forwards and almost knocked over a vase of flowers, but she quickly dodged it.

She looked back at the man, she could not yet see who or what was in the chair.

He gave her a mean look, amd guestered to the chair. She tried to stand up, but her legs failed her, and she fell back to the ground with a muted thud.

She crawled forwards, with one arm cradling her middle. She crawled to the front of the chair, and saw a boy sitting there, maybe 12 or 13.

He had messy, short blond hair and lime-green eyes. He was also rather slender. he was dressed in a green dress military uniform, which consists of a green jacket, a brown Sam Browne belt (the over-the-right-shoulder-and-waist-belt), green pants tucked into his boots, off-white shirt, a tie that's a shade of green that's slightly darker than the rest of his uniform, and brown boots that almost come up to his knees. The one thing that really stood out about him was the prominent, bushy eyebrows he had.

When the boy saw the condition of the girl, he stood up abrubtly. He spun around and looked at the man who had pulled her down.

"What did I tell you about not hurting her?" He yelled in a English accent. "I told you not to harm the girl you chose!"

The man looked down for a moment, then looked back up, looking sheepish. "Well... Um.. You see...? Mr. Arthur I apologize." He offered.

The boy named Arthur looked enraged. He told the man to leave and never come back.

Arthur turned back around and picked up the young girl. He placed her gently on a couch, while sitting beside her.

"How old are you?" Arthur asked her. She told him she was eight.

"Do you know your name?" He inquired her. She shook her head.

"Well, you look like an Eve to me, can I call you that?" He prompted, and she nodded slowly.

"The reason why you are here, is because I need a maid. I asked for a girl a little older, but you will do." He sighed.

"When it is your bedtime I will inform you, and show you to your room, and you may take a bath or a shower one hour before that time." He paused for a moment to fish through his pockets.

"You will do these things at these times, and clean what you see to be needed" he ordered, after giving her a piece of paper.

He got up and walked away, and she felt scared. She began to cry. A small kitten jumped up onto the couch beside her, and licked a tear away, almost as if to say, 'don't cry, it'll get better!'

Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing at all.