I'm the country of slovakia?!

Chapter One

Hetalia Fan fiction

Slovakia's pov

   It was a beautiful spring day, the kind that make you feel carefree and happy. So I decided to go outside. I put on my favorite blue flats, grabbed my keys, and went out the front door. I decided to go to a nearby meadow that was conveniently nearby. As I walked down the forest path, I felt as if someone else was there, someone who didn't want to see me. It made me slightly scared, but  I dismissed that thought and feeling when I caught sight of the meadow up ahead. There were a few rabbits sitting on the edge quietly, while birds and butterflies gracefully danced in the air. Out of pure happiness, I began to dance around happily, as any carefree child would. My light brown hair floated in the wind and my eyes shined. I did not care if I messed up, for there was no one watching me. As soon as that thought came, I once again felt eyes on my back. This was too much. I left immediately because I feared for my safety. 

  ~~~~~~~time skip to the evening~~~~~~~~  

     That evening, I quickly finished my dinner so I could paint the sunset. The weather was perfect for that kind of activity, and I loved watching the sunset. It was always breath taking. I began to paint the scene in front of me. I was about half way through with the painting when I heard a voice with a thick Russian accent. "Beautiful painting." I jolted and my brush stroke went awry. I turned around to see a group of 5 men, all of different nationalities. The one who spoke was a tall man who wore a long, tan coat, and had white blond hair and violet eyes. The one to his right was a man who was about the Russians height, only a few inches shorter. He was an albino wearing a navy blue military outfit. To the left was a Japanese man who was wearing a blue men's kimono, and a Hispanic and British man stood behind them. The Brit was wearing a green military outfit, and the Hispanic was wearing a tan military outfit. I felt something familiar about them, but couldn't place my finger on it. Something about these men was also very suspicious. The Hispanic stepped forward and said "We were just walking by and couldn't help but notice you and your magnificent painting. I love art, but when I noticed you, you reminded me of one of our friends that we lost contact with long ago. Is your name by any chance Veronika Slavic?" "Yes, it is. I do not know who you are, but you seem familiar. May you tell me your names?" I asked, now intrigued by this diverse group. One by one, they introduced themselves in a very polite manner. The albino was Gilbert Belshmit, a man from the former country of Prussia. The Hispanic was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, from Spain. The Brit was Arthur Kirkland. The Japanese one was Kiku Honda, and the Russian was Ivan Brigansky. All of these names seemed painfully familiar, but I still couldn't pinpoint it. Then Ivan said "I am very sorry about this." That was the last thing I heard before a hand came up to my face and I blacked out. 

Russia's pov

     I strangely felt sorry for the girl. Why? Because this was Slovakia, the girl that I had loved for so long. I still do.  After WW2 ended, she disappeared. We never saw her again. She worried us all, including Romano and Ludwig, the 2 most stotic people that we knew.  We all cared for her deeply, and she comforted us when we needed it the most. She was a kind soul and never hated anyone, not even those who used her. I remember the day she disappeared like it was yesterday...

*flashback*

     "Russia, I need help! I can't find Slovakia anywhere!  She was in a prison cell that no one can get out of, not even me! " Germany seemed genuinely scared and frustrated. "Ok, " I replied with a calculating glint in my eyes, "however, if this is a trap, then I shall make the rest of your life a painful nightmare that you can never wake up from." He nodded slowly, seemingly scared. "Now, how about we go search the cell for clues."

~time skip brought to you by Russia's pipe~

When we reached the cell, I looked around. I spotted a little bit of light yellow paper on the windowsill between a few stones. It was a note. It said :

      "Russia, I'm sorry, but I can't take any more of this. All the pain that he has caused me is too much. If I stay here any longer I will either dissipate or go insane. To think that I used to trust him with my life and my country. I have given up. I have used the last of my strength to cast a spell to transport me to another dimension,one where I can be truly happy and forget my past. When I get there, I will lose my memories and they will be replaced with false memories. When you do try to find me, look for the dimension where nothing is as it seems. The people there have created many ways to escape their world, so that they will feel safer and happier, for it is a way for them to escape reality. They put on false confidence just to feel alright. Please understand that it was not to abandon you, but rather save everyone the pain. Once you feel the time is right, show England this not, and he may be able to find the dimension I am in. You can bring whomever you would like, except for Ludwig. Anyone but him, the source of all my pain. I still love you. 

           With love, Veronika

*end of flashback*

     I was happy we finally found her, but I wish that we had done it another way to scare her less. Maybe asked if she wanted to come with us willingly. But then again, who knows what kind of stunts she would have pulled on us. She had always been a fighter. 

Slovakia's pov

     When I woke up, I was in my own house, but it looked different. It looked like something animated and unreal. I look around to observe my surroundings only to see Ivan sleeping in a chair next to me. So I get the comfortable bed that could fit 10 people easily, but he gets the uncomfortable chair that looks like it's about to fall out of. I think not. As I look at him I realized he looked the most familiar out of all the people I had meet. Come to think of it, he did kind of look like Russia from my favorite anime, Hetalia. Hmm, interesting. eh, whatever. He looked cute while he was sleeping. His hair was shaggy and had a faint smile on his face. To be fair to him and save him from an uncomfortable night, I used my unnatural strength to push the chair to the bed and then pull him onto it. I then snuggled next to him with my back to his stomach. Cue Stockholm Syndrome alert. But hey, I could defend myself. Also, had he wanted me dead, he would have already killed me. I would not have woken up. I could make up an excuse in the morning, like that I was cold. Hey, it wasn't a lie because I was. I shifted into a more comfortable position and my eyelids slowly became heavy.  I soon drifted asleep.

Hey readers, thanks for reading my first story! If you are a reader rereading this, you may have noticed that it is rewritten. I was looking over this and was appalled at the terrible writing it was, so I'm rewriting everything. Anyway, for those of you who like this, here is a virtual cookie! *give you virtual cookie*

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