~ And So She Dreamed ~ (HETALIA FANFICTION)

~ And So She Dreamed ~ part Twenty Nine!

“Take your medicine!” England yells impatiently, rattling at the closet door. 

“No!” Annabelle yells back, her voice sounding stuffy. “Liquid medicine tastes like corpes!”

“You don’t even know what that tastes like!”

“So?!”

“Fine then, I’m going to go get America.” England says and turns, walking out.

Annabelle frantically rushes out of the closet, running under her bed. She stuffs a bunch of blankets in front of her in hopes of them not getting in. No way in hell is she taking LIQUID medicine!

“What do you mean she wont take it?” She hears America ask as they enter the room.

“I mean she won’t take it! She locked herself in the cloooset…” England trails off, seeing the closet door open. He brings his palm to his face.

America walks over to Annabelle’s bed, hands in pockets. He bends down, seeing the blankets stuffed under the bed. He starts to tug at them, feeling someone tug back.

“Annabelle… Come on, you have to take your medicine.” America says with a frown.

“No!” Annabelle says, sniffling from her nose running. “You cant make me!”

“Uh, yeah, I can.” America says and tugs on the blankets harder. She tugs harder as well.

They fall into a full tug-o-war battle.

After a while, Annabelle let’s go, causing America to fall back. “Whoa!!!” He hits his head on Englands bed and grunts, becoming dizzy.

Annabelle runs out from under the bed. England reaches for her but she dodges and runs out of the room.

England gawks at her. “Hey!”

America stands up, walking around dizzily. “How… Is she… So strong?” He asks with a dizzy voice and falls backwards.

England sighs and runs out. “Annabelle! Get back here!” He chases her down the hall.

He sees Germany, Italy and Japan walk out of their room, chatting.

“Germany! Catch her!” England shouts.

Annabelle gasps and skids to a stop.

Germany looks to them, Italy peaking behind him, Japan looking over as well.

England skids to a stop as well.

“Annabelle, take your medicine.” England says, taking a step forward.

Annabelle glares at him. “Never!”

Germany sighs and starts to walk to her. She turns and runs down the stairs. Germany, England and Italy run after her while Japan stands there, snapping photos.

Italy obviously runs faster than the others. He runs next to Annabelle, smiling to her. “What are we-a running from?” He asks in a happy tone.

“I don’t want to take liquid medicine!” Annabelle answers, glancing to him.

Italy frowns, looking sad. “Why? It’ll-a make you-a feel better!” His frown turns to a smile.

“Italy! Grab her!” Germany and England shout.

Italy looks back to them and blinks. Annabelle tries to run faster than him, all of them now outside, but Italy was too fast. He grabs onto her wrist, causing them to stop. Germany and England skid to a stop before running into them.

England pants. “Finally…” He breaths.

Annabelle struggles in Italy’s grasp, which is weird, Italy isn’t all that strong. I mean he could be, that would make him ten times cuter, but I don’t think tha—