Hetalia Fanfic's, O.Cs Michigan, Chile, and Paris

MichiganxAmerica???

Missy looked up to and saw the stars that were over her head. She sighed softly, if only... She really didn't want to disturb him... again the state sighed and fell asleep on the roof of her cabin. Her breathing was slow and steady. Her short blond hair was shaggy on her head. She had her hunters' riflt lying next to her. She tried hunting tonight.

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Michigan woke up wet. Did it rain last night? NO, it was just dew. But Michigan was cold. Her hands were numb and she couldn't move fingers at all. Her face was cold also, for she did not cover it. Why was she dumb enough to sleep outside during november? Her stomach was cold too, even if it were covered by a trench coat. The ends of her hair had frost on them. How was she going to get out of this?

She lied there helpless, and frozen. Maybe it could defrost if she were lucky. But how? It was november! Michigan shut her hers but opened them back up when they started feeling too cold.  There was no was she could get help, because her phone was back in the house, and she was stuck on the roof.

What could've been a good hour later she heard someone who knocked on her door. Oh Crud. She knew she should try to answer it, being the best to open these doors, even when she was showering once, but there is definatly a difference between a warm shower and literlly being frozen to the roof top.

Missy glanced at the person who had been knocking on the door, and saw his blond hair shining in the autenm sun. Crud, it was him. Of all people. She pulled off one arm, hearing ice being ripped apart. She tried to wave, hoping he would turn his head left, to where she was frozen. How much it hurt

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America whistled to himself. Maybe she wasn't here. But who knows? She might've been taking another shower?

He tapped his foot and patiently waited. She never came. The relization that Michigan was there saddened him a little, who did buy her a nice, big bacon burger! Extra mustard too. He hadn't saw her lately, and he missed her... pretty bad.

America turned and started to head back to his car, untill he noticed movement in the left of his vision. He jumped when he noticed Missy on the roof. wiggling her arm. He stared at her seeing if she could get up, which she never did. Why wasn't she getting up? Was she sick? She did look pale...

America set down the fast food bag and headed for a convinent set of stairs that led up to the roof of the left wing of the (over- sized) cabin. When he got up there he couldn't help but chuckle inside. Poor Michigan.

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Help me stupid, Missy thought. She gave America a glare. All he di was looked at her, wondering what to do. She wiggled her arm, showing she couldn't move. Luckily Amerca started getting the message. "Oh, I see!" shouted America. Michigan winced. Too loud America, too loud.

"Don't tell me you got yourself paralyzed!" He said worried. He pulled up her right arm and then her legs, all giving off the ice ripping sound. Eventully he came to pulling off her body, but the coat was frozen stuck to the roof, so America pulled the state out of her coat. He carfully her down to the ground, hoping to not fall off the roof . After a while he made it to the ground, with Michigan shivering hard. He craddled her, and entered through her front door.

Alfred layed her down infront of an almost dead fireplace, making sure she could feel it's heat. "This is what they do in the movies, right?" he asked. He found a fur pelt hanging on an arm chair, and layed it on her. "You're still cute, even now, even when you shoot your own deer, you're still into that stuff?"