Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 11:The rest can wait.

I don't on hetalia.

nuff said.

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Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 11: The Rest Can Wait.

I sip my tea silently, and sigh. I. was. bored.

Maybe I should't have done that spell? 

My fingers trace over the scar on my chest over my heart gently as I ponder about the question.

No. I must'nt think like that, because if I hadn't done the spell when I had then Canada would have been shot, and I wouldn't know how to deal with that. And even if he forgot about me, I not once forgot about him. And that is why he is forgiven.

However, now that I was 'chair-ridden' in England's house, I was slightly regretful. I had never visited England before, so I didn't know where anything was. Ergo the whole sitting down doing nothing.

"I found a spell that-" I cut off his statement with a stern voice.

"No." I say, turning to look in the direction of his voice. He sighed. The couch dipped slightly, indicating that he had sat next to me.

"I know the price of the spell you are talking of, and I won't let you." I tell him curtly.

He had been trying to find a spell that would reverse the effects of this, but all he had come up with so far was that one. I guess he was hoping for me to not know the price he would pay.

Tough luck.

I lean back slightly, and cross my arms loosely around my chest. 

"Look, I'm not going to make you have to pay for something I did." I tell him. I continue, stopping him from interjecting.

"And if the effects are permanent..." I think about it. Sure, I want my vision back, but not at the expense of.....

"I'll live with it." I decide.

It was silent for a few minuets, and I had ran out of tea. However, being me, I was too shy to ask for some more. I listen to the crackle of the open fire, and try to focus on Englands steady breathing.

"Hey England..." I ask suddenly. I hear a slight rub of fabric, and feel eyes on me.

"Hmmm?" he questions. I smile slightly, hoping that he would comply.

"Would you...." I cough nervously, "Would you mind taking me to Vash?" 

His arms are sturdy underneath me, and I take that as a yes. I lay my head on his shoulder and let the familiar blush wash over my face.

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I stretch in the warmth of the European country, and sigh contentedly.

I linked arms strongly with England once again, and walk along -and I'm guessing here- the sidewalk. An awkward silence passes between us, and I gulp nervously; He didn't notice the tense atmosphere.

We stop, and I reach toward him.

I grab hold of is jumper, squeezing it tightly in my fist. I wasn't going to be alone in the darkness so soon.

"A-a-are we h-h-here y-yet?" I ask shyly. All I gain is a grunt in agreement. My smile wavers slightly, and I loosen my hold.

Was I that annoying?

I plaster on the biggest fake smile ever, hoping he wouldn't notice, and let go of him. I walk towards where the gate is, and unlatch it slowly. Pushing it open, I step through and close it behind me.

"Thank you England," I say, swallowing back the lump in my throat, "You may leave now, as you wish..."

He doesn't budge. I need to think of something, a good excuse so that he will leave. He is, after all, only being polite.

"I... I don't need you... to guide me..." I say, trying not to let the quiver in my voice show. I hear him take a step forward, and look towards him with a blank face.

"I can take care of myself..." i say into the darkness where he stood. I knew he wouldn't argue with that, knowing I could fight.

"I... Yes.... of course." He answers, "I have to go do something anyway. Guiding a blind person would only slow me down."

I tense, and slightly recoil from his harsh words. They stung like a slap to the face, and cut like the sharpest of knives.

"E-e-e-e-exactly...." I whisper, though I knew he heard. I ignore his protests, and turn towards the direction of the house.

"Bee seeing you... England..." I call to him quietly. I step uncaring, the gravel under foot making a crunching sound. I could no longer hear him, meaning I had either walked further than I thought, or he had given up and was walking to wherever he needed to be.

I catch my foot on something, probably a tree root, and land my hand on a twig. It snaps under my hand, and I hear a 'click' in front of my face. I gulp, knowing the sound from the amount of time I had been around Russia.

A gun.

I gulp nervously, knowing e would shoot. It was Switzerland we were talking about here.

I steady my breathing and slowly put my hands next to my head in the air, palms facing him, showing him I had no weapon.

"Who are you?!" Asks a familiar Swiss voice. I move my head towards the sound.

"V-Vash?" I ask, reaching out for him. But instead of the rough uniform I expected to feel, I felt the cold end of a metal gun. I quickly draw my hand back, pulling it to my chest in protection, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of my face.

"... Ilvero?" He asks after a few moments. I nod, and I hear the quick swish of something moving. I stay stock still and tense, waiting for if he was going to hit me.

"Aren't you coming?" He asked, his voice quiet as if he was far away. I scratch my cheek gently, and smile sheepishly.

"Uuuummmmm.... one, tinsey winsey small problem...." I tell him after he walks back over. He sighs, and I take that as my cue to continue.

"I might be kind of blind at the moment." I quickly blurt out, afraid of his reaction. It was all silent, and I relax visibly, happy he hadn't freaked out.

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"WHAT?! HOW IS THAT A SMALL THING!?!" He all but screams. I spoke -well, thought- too soon.

"Es tut mir leid!!! ES TUT MIR LEID!!" I cry, anime tears rolling down my face as he roasts me while carrying me back to his. Though I was crying on the outside, deep inside I was happy. Happy that he actually cared. However, a different voice snapped me out of my daydreamish state.

"Guten tag, brudder. Who Iz Dis?"

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I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry it is short! it's like 11pm and i feel like hammered scheiBer right now. Ugh, will try to upload tomoz.

Blerg.

Me.

Ve~