Where have you gone?

Chapter 3.

It was Wednesday. Middle of a Twiddle. I, Lisa Lillia Davidson, brother of Dave David Davidson (no lie, it's his name), future sister-in-law in some distant future of James Steven Potts, shall read this thick book of the laws of personifications.

I put down the book shakily and sighed. Nationhood as personified was difficult but now in this world it would be impossible. Unless the nations represented something different about their people, they would suffer dreadfully, physically, emotionally and physiologically. I looked towards the canvas full of images of Alfred. I clutch the book, this had to be done for my Hero.

Dave flicked through the pages of the magazine, and as his boyfriend watched, his scowl grew ever more pronounced. "What's up?" said James. Dave closed it and curled it up into a tight tube, tapping it on his knee.

"Oh, it's nothing. Nothing. Say, you wanna go buy some rainbow bandannas ? We can hit the mall, get some new jackets, leather I think, shoes too." James wasn't buying it; he knew Dave too well. But saying these things too directly rarely helped.

"Sure, Honey. Say, have you lost weight? You're looking good you know." Dave raised his eyes off the floor to meet James's. He stopped tapping the magazine. His mouth twitched like he wanted to smile. "I can think of an awesome work out we can do together. Of course, if you'd rather go shopping?"

"A work out?" Dave gave up hiding his smile and grinned in that way that melted James 's heart every time. "I want to hear more...". However, a loud tap at the door would stamp out that plan.

"I swear by my Lord William Shakespeare; I'm going to bloody punch whoever has the guts to knock on the door to bring me away from... WHO THE HELL IS IT?" James Yells.

"YOUR FUCKING MOTHER. Nahh- it's ya girl Susan. You know the farmer mum-er," Susan speaks through the door.

"Susan? What are you doing here from Canada?" James opens the door questioningly.

"Saw the webpage and I have a hell a lot to tell you," Susan walks in, slipping her shoes off.

Susan was your sure know it all mothering friend that is the out of closet pansexual who is loving, caring and always has food. She had 5 cats and she told them every time she was not a stereotype but merely been blessed on earth to be the guardian angel to us all, and those who disagree will have to face the consequences. He pink hair strands fell across her face which looked like she had no sleep.

"Suuuusann.supppppp" Dave had found himself in a position on the floor with a book he stole from James content.

"Nut bad, how's life Dave. You managing James's cooking," Susan laughs asking.

"Lisa cooks now," Dave laughs with her, sitting up normally.

"Hey my cooking is not that bad," James butted himself in crossing his arms.

"Pfft you could rival Aph England dear," Dave grins at him, putting his hand through his messy hair.

"Dear me again and no huggles" James glares with the force of a fluffy bunny rabbit.

"NOOO. HUGGLES! PLZ!" Dave stood up and tripped trying to open his arms up.

"What the hell...Oh hey Suzie," Lisa had come downstairs to watch the racket and wasn't particularly surprised at the chaos.

"I have to tell you something important," Susan sat down and the other three joined her listening intently, eyes as wide as a tawny owl walking in on some poor soul discovering what smut meant on the internet.

Susan smiled: "I was a conspiracy kid since I could remember. Everything had a different meaning, aliens to lizards, from spies to fakers. I for one when I first watch Hetalia was convinced that they were real. I tried to search and find as much as I could do. It wasn't until I read your web page on Tumblr, that I knew... It was it. It had to be true, those dreams- the accident, that you needed the world to remember we are not alone. We are always going to be individual but that doesn't mean we are not important. The Universe had abandoned us, has told us we're particles in its life. But You know what, the universe cannot exist without the particles that make it up.

I jumped up, packed my bags to rush to your place when I hit my head against the door and fell unconscious.

I saw a world. It was a graph paper and the sky were mapped with stars. I felt my self-feel free to love, to laugh, to explore and be who I am. I started to run until I felt my self-trip and was about to fall when I saw him. Francis. France from Hetalia. He was beautiful as the day he stood by me on that trip to France, I had accidently swapped my name with Lisa when I went to France because I was so nervous.

He smiles at me, that smile. And we talk.

"Don't tell me who I can and cannot love. Don't put limits on what is or is not appropriate."

"Take the shackles off love. It does not know geographical or religious boundary; it cannot be confined within one race or culture. I can love the whole world,

"I can love any person of any age, gender and background. Love flies on indestructible wings and I am blessed to feel it running through my veins."

"The difference is why and how you show that love. I can love another as a brother, a mother, a son or daughter or who every they dream they are, a father, a sister, an uncle and grandfather to an aunt or grandmother. a stranger or a close friend because love is not refined to a relationship between one man and one woman because we as human all love. Love is a gift and gifts are not limited to chocolates."

"There is a connection between "beauty" and "love," but not in the way advertisers would have us believe. They tout a form of beauty that is merely aesthetic, something that could inspire lust - a thin replica of love based more in desire and conquest."

"If we truly wish to be happy, to be healthy and grounded, content with who we are, we need to find real beauty in both ourselves and those who share our lives. Finding it begins with a quiet understanding of one other, not demanding perfection but seeking the beauty every person holds within."

We talked for ages, time went on and on and on. Then he looked at me, just stared at me. Nothing special, the look in his eyes, but it scared me. He was alone, stuck in this place. Being alone was horrible for someone immortal, but this was taken too far.

"I promise, I will help you come back home" I told Francis and he only nods before a look of thought came across his face.

"But how, it is as impossible as picking a cherry from a tree here?" he replied.

"I shall remind everyone. Everyone has forgotten every personification. If only they remember maybe you'll return." I give him a hopeful smile.

Francis hugs me, an embrace that made me fill with wonder if he was my angel too.

"Then I bid you to go and wake up, go to that forest and come alive. Make them remember. Tell my stories I give you, discover place I went- tell the good and the bad. And bring that house down to its knees." He chuckles and he is strong again.

I didn't want him to leave. I didn't want to turn into a random image that floated in the pool of his memory. I didn't want to be the smile that squeezed his chest somewhere far away. I didn't want him to go. I wanted his smile to stay. But I turned around and walked.

I walked across the empty land. Hopping onto the bridge, I analysed every glinting red gem that sparkled with the reflection of the beautiful river that flowed endlessly underneath. I carried on walking toward the gloomy forest. One last glance, I thought to myself. I turned around to look at them shine off the sun. Indeed, they did. They shone and glowed, waving me goodbye and luck. And a voice called out my simple name: Susan.