England Part 1

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  You slowly woke up. You were laying on a sofa in a strange house. A soft blanket draped over 

you. Your once torn prom dress replaced by a long (favorite color) evening dress the fell to your 

ankles. You sat up being cautious just in case who ever lives here isn't so friendly. 

"Oh, good  your awake, love." Sitting in a chair across from you was non other than England 

from Hetalia, a cup of tea on the coffee table in front of him. He sat his book down. 

"I must be dreaming." You whisper to yourself.

"Are you OK, love? Your not hurt are you?" He comes and kneels in front of you.

"I'm fine, thank you. How or rather why am I here?"

He looked at you a bit worried. "I found you passed out in my yard so I brought you in the 

house."

"Oh well thank you very much, England." You said with the brightest smile you could.

 He smiled weakly back. "It seems you know my name but I don't know yours."

"It's (country name)." You started fiddling with your charm bracelet that had the British flag, big 

Ben, and Buckingham palace charms on it.

"Oh your the new country. Well it's a pleasure to meet you."

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