The Story of Fiji [Hetalia Fanfic]

Chapter 1

Fiji's P.O.V

I was cleaning England's room. I was almost done, because he kept his room neat and tidy. I heard a crash downstairs and sighed.

It had been eight years since I had been taken. I don't really remember anything about my life, I was told I had amnesia. Living with English wasn't too bad, he was nice, although he was pretty strict.

I had never once met any of his friends, but sometimes I can hear them milling around and faintly can hear their voices. I was forbidden to speak to them or present myself.

There had been one time when England had been in the bathroom downstairs, so one of his friends had come upstairs to use the bathroom there. He had seen me come from a room, and I had stopped in mid-walk, frozen like a deer in the headlights.

I had quickly gotten a hold of myself, and scurried to my room. Later, England had scolded me, and I was punished.

"Eve!" I heard England call. I was surprised, because I was not allowed downstairs while his friends are over.
I ran downstairs to see what happened, and there, sitting in a pool of water, dripping wet with a rose sitting on his head, was a man, with light brown hair, blue eyes, and glasses.

I rushed to get a couple of towels, and once I had helped the man get up and handed him a towel, I began to clean the floor. When I decided it was done, I stood up with the dirty towels in hand. I took the one from the man and placed them in a hamper for me to wash.

I walked past the two men and was about to walk away when England called me back.
"Eve, it's time you met some one. This is America, and he's my little brother." He said, introducing his brother. America stuck out his hand, and I took it gingerly. He held on tightly and began to shake my arm and I winced in pain.

He kept shaking my arm and blabbing about something I couldn't understand. England whacked him on the back of the head, and he let go of my hand to hold the back of his head.
"You were hurting her, you bloody wanker!" He yelled, glaring at America. He looked guilty, and mumbled his sorry. "It's okay," I said, my hands behind my back, "Although you're a lot stronger than you look" I remarked. America laughed loudly.

When he stopped, he began inspecting me all over. I grew an small irk mark, and when he rushed by my hand, I held it out and he smacked into it. America looked confused for a moment. England began laughing hysterically, pointing at his brother, and he wheezed for breath before falling to the ground. I rushed over to him and helped him up, to which he tried to brush me off.

When he got up, he brushed himself off. I moved away, and America turned me around and shoved me against a wall. I was staring directly into his eyes. I looked down quickly, my face flushing red.

H put his fingers under my chin, forcing it upwards, and I was forced to look directly into his eyes. America got very close to me, and I could feel his warm breath against my lips. I could hear England freaking out, but he did nothing to stop his younger sibling. America seemed to notice me silently freaking out, and he smiled. He pressed a small kiss next to my lips, before pulling back, and patted me on the head.

"I seem to remember you from somewhere!" He announced. I shook my head. "That's not possible. I grew up here, and have not met anyone other than England" I tried to explain, "although you can think that as much as you want."
"You look just like her, but older obviously. She was my best friend.. She went missing a long time ago" he explained, and I patted him awkwardly on the head, trying to be sympathetic.

"Um, I'll go make some tea!" I said, and left for the kitchen. Once I was inside, I locked the door and leaned on the counter. I touched the place where America's lips touched my cheek.

"What did he do to me?" I whispered to myself, feeling flustered. As a child, England never really taught me anything about like emotions and things. So when I got my first period, both me and England where freaking out, thinking I was dying.

Skyla, the kitten that I met the first day I got here, jumped up on the counter next to me. I scratched her behind the ears and she began to purr. It turned out, Skyla had been an abandoned kitten who had somehow wandered into England's house. I had begged England to let me keep her, and he had agreed, saying I needed a companion.

I shook my head, and made tea. I took out some of the cookies I made yesterday and put them on a tray. Once the tea was done, I placed it next to the cookies. I walked to the door to unlock it before grabbing the tray and walking out of the kitchen. I heard America and England arguing, but when I entered the room, they both stopped.

They had moved from standing to the couches. There was a coffee table separating the two. I placed the tray on the coffee table, and went to stand behind where England was sitting. America looked at me with confusion evident on face. His face brightened as if he had an idea, and patted the spot next to him. My eyes widened in surprise. I looked down at England, and he nodded at me, and I slowly made my way to the couch. When I sat down, I made sure to put a little bit of distance in between me and America.

"Hello Skyla" England said politely, which was followed by an obnoxious, loud meow. I giggled, that was so like Skyla. I heard America let out a little "Aweh" when Skyla jumped up on the couch next to me. I looked at America, and he smiled. He looked down at the distance between us, and frowned. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and pulled me super close to him.

I squeaked in surprise, and Skyla let out a yowl of surprise. I expected him to remove his arm, but he didn't. I looked across the table at England, and he was glaring at America with a strange, unfamiliar emotion in his eyes, and had grew an irk mark.
"That reminds me!" America announced as Skyla crawled onto my lap, "I remember why I came here!"

England grew another irk mark. "Then spit it out you git!" He yelled, and America laughed obnoxiously.
"I came to remind you there is a World Meeting tomorrow!" America said excitedly. He looked down at me and hugged me. "I have decided that you are my new best friend, okay Eve?" America declared and I nodded slowly.

He leant down and put his lips next to my ear.
"And maybe the next time we meet, that kiss will be closer to a real one!" He whispered excitedly into my ear, as I blushed red, and he got up and waved, and ran from our house with a "Farewell!" Thrown over his shoulder.