That's The World?!『A Hetalia FanFic』

Chapter 2~ New Home

I awoke on top of a man... a strange man watching over me. I looked up to him to examine him and the first thing I noticed was his bushy eyebrows.

Does he have a bush for eyebrows?! No, they're not green... false alarm.

He has bright green eyes and short blonde hair. I have to admit, he's not bad to look at.

"Oh! You're awake!" He noticed, "Are you alright, love? You look quite roughed up..." He looked over me with worried eyes.

I hid in his chest and started shaking. Tears crept up my startled eyes as all my questions swam around in my head.

I don't know this person! Who is he? Where am I! Why am I here?! Wait... the voices stopped... am I safe? Am I safe with him? What caused all my pain in the wet substance? Was it the voices? But what happened to 'Sticks and stones may break me bones, but words will never hurt me'? Well news flash! Words hurt! They hurt like a--

"You don't need to be scared, I'm not going to hurt you." He cooed, rubbing my back in a comforting motion.

I looked up at him and hicked, I bit my lip to keep myself from crying. He seemed to be trustable...

But what if he's just going to hurt me later!?

The tears started to feel like rain on my skin, they kept falling and flowing softly. I cried quietly and didn't make a peep besides my constant hicks. I didn't know what to do, I just wanted to go back with the green things I once saw...

"Hey now, don't cry. It's going to be alright, love." He comfortably cooed as he whipped away my tears.

I felt him plant a kiss upon my head and my waterworks came to an end. He smiled and my face felt warmer than before. There's just something about him that made me feel safe, I think I should trust him. His eyes show a story of Pain, love, hate, and trust. But I mostly see a caring person behind those bright green eyes of his.

"My stars, your eyes really are rainbows!" He noted, now holding me up in the air.

I now realized that he was laying across the bed and I was sleeping on top of him. My eyes looked down to examine him more... he really isn't bad to look at... Not. At. All.

"Well," He said putting me down onto his chest again and holding my sides. "It's time to give you a bath."

A Bath? Is a bath nice?

He sat up and held me close as I held onto his shoulders. He lifted off the bed and was on his way. Since I was up higher I could see his living space. He had a lot of items from a place that I once knew.

...What was that place again?

"Hmm, What are you looking at?"

Schnitzel! He noticed my snooping!

I felt my face grow hot as he looked at me with caring eyes. He brought me over to where my eyes has first landed in his living space. I was quizzical about a miniature version of a larger object that sat idly on his dresser near the door. It looked like a... a... clock tower? What's a clock tower and how do I know that?

"That's Big Ben," He concluded "That's the nickname for the Great Bell of the clock. It's connected to the Palace of Westminster. Would you like to go and see the real thing someday?"

I nodded and looked at it once more. It must be really big in person. Maybe he lives in England, he does sound British.

England? British? Why am I remembering this? Did my memories disappear?