“Tally! Wake up! It’s eight!” Someone is shouting. I shoot up, and out of pure reaction to being alone for so long, I kick his ass. He is leaning over me, and I lean up quickly, wrapping my arm around his neck and kicking him in the stomach. He whips around, flinging me onto the floor before getting on top of me, holding my arms down.
“Good morning to you too, Thalassa.” He mutters, loosening his grasp on my hands. Still not recognizing him, and pure girl instincts kicking in, I do the only thing I can.
I pull his hair. There is one part specifically. It sticks out randomly, not obeying the laws of physics. I grab it.
“Wait, Tally, don’t!” He shouts, but I do it.
I yank as hard as I can.
His lips are on mine instantly. They are soft, and warm, and a little chapped. As quick as they came, they’re gone. He stands up quickly and backs away, sliding down the wall when he found it, blushing like an innocent girl. I stand up, finally recognizing him as America.
“What the hell? All I did was pull your hair!” I shout angrily, walking towards him. Was that a turn on for him or something?
“Okay, I need to tell you something.” He sighs, and I sit down next to him. “It’s me, Canada, Italy, Romano, and Austria. We all have these little… strands of awkward hair. For some reason, when it’s touched at all, we get… um… turned on.” I raise my eyebrows, not believing him. “You don’t believe me? Alright. Pull it again.” I scoot a little closer, reaching up to poke it lightly. He twitches at the contact. “Hurry up.” He mutters. I grab it quickly, pulling it lightly. His eyes darken. I study his reaction, then pulled a little harder. He groans, and grabs my face, starting to pull me closer. I let go, arms up in surrender.
“Okay, okay. I get it. Now stop. Let’s go.” I kick him out and pack quickly after he leaves, getting most of my clothes, not knowing how long I’ll be gone.
I zip up the backpack, and, humming the same tune from yesterday, dress quickly. A pair of shorts, a black and white striped top, and black sneakers. I meet up outside with America, who is considerably more controlled around me now. I shrug, and get onto the boat. Looking at the island, the only place I’ll ever know as home, I sigh.
“I’m gonna miss this place, America.” He comes up beside me.
“I know how you feel. A while back, I had to leave Britain to come to where – and who – I am today. And you are going to return! Don’t worry.” He smiles, and snaps his fingers.
“Oh! If you’re going to be a country, you need a flag! We’ll work on one while we’re on our way back to my place.” I nod, and he gives me a short tour of the boat. Downstairs there are two bedrooms in case we take longer than a day, and a bathroom. That’s pretty much it.
I wave goodbye to my homeland, but now am worried that America – The place - will be stressful.
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The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)
Fanfic"What if... All of the worlds countries... Were people? And, to top it off, they followed all of their countries stereotypes?" Tally doesn't remember much after running away at the age of thirteen and travelling around the world. When she finds a my...
