"Hey, bella, what are you doing up there?"
You awake with a start the sound of an oddly familiar voice startling you. You suddenly found
yourself falling out of a tree and onto something below. A groan of pain from underneath you,
had you moving as far away as you could. Which wasn't far your back hit the tree you were just
in.
"I'm so sorry." You say quickly hoping you didn't anger who ever you landed on.
"It's OK, bella." You stared at a certain overly happy Italian.
"I-Italy?"
"You know my name bella. You have to be (country name)."
"ITALY!!" Yet another oddly familiar voice shouted.
"Oh no it's Germany." Before you could blink he grabbed your hand and pulled you behind him
only then did you notice you now wore an army uniform that you couldn't identify as any one
from any country you'd seen before. Yet you still wore your leather bracelet that had the Italian
flag in the center.
"What in the world is going on."
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