"Y-you mean... you w-were looking for me?" There was no doubt that was England/Britain/U.K. from Hetalia. But seriously, how is that possible, and why was he looking for me?!
England lets out a short, small huff-like laugh of happiness and disbelief as he himself must be confirming that it was me, the person he had apparently been looking for.
All of this was far too much for me. I mean seriously, I had to be dreaming or at least something! My vision went in and out of blurriness and I felt my legs weakening from under me. But just before I could fall, the man who must be England quickly removed his hands from my face and put one arm behind my back to catch me. We stood on the street corner, my street corner, just staring into each other's eyes, me leaning back a little in his arm as I had still not fully regained feeling in my legs and he had not attempted to straighten me back up. My street really wasn't busy to begin with, so really it was just England and myself standing there.
After a short minute or less of staring into his lime green eyes (which actually felt like an hour or something), I blinked, shook my head a little, stood up straight, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into the house at the corner of the street we were right in front of. My house, that is. England really didn't seem to fight back a little or anything of the sort when I began pulling him—actually, he walked a bit fast to try and keep up with me still pulling on his wrist.
I ran up the stairs, still gripping his wrist, and then quickly into my room, where I pulled England inside, closed the door, and dropped my book bag. I turned back to see him sitting on my bed (I practically yanked him in, so he most likely fell onto my bed and just sat up) and looking at me as I stared back, both of us in disbelief. He smiled a little.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, you just come up to me, basically tell me you've been looking for me for a long time, and after yanking you in here while I'm clearly in a great amount of shock, you just smile at me?" I ask. His smile then drops. 'Well now I feel like an ass...' I think to myself, biting a little bit of my bottom lip. "Sorry... But you must know that I, myself, am also in a 'great amount of shock', as you put it. Yes, I have been looking for you for a very long time. Nearly traveling all over the world, which was pretty stupid of me since how you must have been from the United States anyway as here is where I first saw you," England says. Good God, I wish he wouldn't stop talking, actually... His voice is just amazing! But how is that possible if he is a character, and his voice is a voice actor?! WHAT THE HECK?! THIS CAN'T EVEN BE EXPLAINED!!!
"But how?! You—England, Britain, The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland—How did you even know I existed?" I ask. England stands from my bed and steps right up to in front of me. "Wait, you know who I am as well?" His smile resurfaces and it's larger than it was before. "Of course I do," I say, "You're from Hetalia, so of course I know who you are! But that doesn't answer my question!"
England sat back down at the edge of my bed. "Ah, yes, I heard Veneziano yelling about some new show Japan had made with each nation having a personification. He caught a bit of trouble, figuring that it would give away our anonymity. However, it surprisingly didn't. In fact, you're the first person to ever recognize one of us, I suppose. And as for your question, love, a while back there had been a World 8 meeting, consisting of the former Axis Powers and Allied Forces of World War II, and it was held here in the United States. America had for some reason chosen this very small town—"
"Village." I correct him.
"—Village of yours for the meeting to be held in. I don't know the reason, however I must say I was glad the idiot had chosen it."
"Why didn't I see America? Or China, or France, or Russia, or Germany, or Veneziano, or Japan?" I ask, for some reason naming off all of the World 8. England chuckled. "Well, the meeting was getting nowhere, and I had excused myself when Germany ordered that there will be a short break. I went to get some air and clear my mind a bit of all those moronic blokes and was just about to head back, when I saw a girl with long, blonde hair. What fully got my attention was the strange color of eyes she had. I honestly haven't seen really anyone with teal eyes before. Ukraine has somewhat of teal eyes, however not very. Obviously, that 'girl' was you. None of the others were with me, which is why you haven't seen them. America isn't in this area very much apparently, either."
"And you're not afraid of me giving away your anonymity?"
"If nobody has recognized us for the past how many years the show has existed, I don't know who would now. Except somehow you, obviously."
"True... But... What do you plan to do now that you've finally 'found' me?" I notice England beginning to smirk a bit as he looked at me, still sitting on my bed. "This," he said before leaning forward enough to grip my wrist and yank me forward, landing on his lap and our lips crashing together.
