The American Plan (What do you mean there's no plan?!?!?!) An Hetalia Fanfiction

Chapter 2: Stalk, Save, & Greet

Thought's = '_'

Talking = "_"

Native American = {_}

P.O.V Confederacy/South

It's been three days since I first saw him and I've been following him around ever since then. He always walked with grace like he was meant to be there and nothing could stop him. Animals like bunnies, squirrels, and birds flocked around him, it was easy to pick them off when they got far enough away. A little pain of guilt would always spike threw me at killing his friends but it was kill or be killed out here and I wanted to survive.

At first I thought he was a scavenger eating only berries but he quickly changed my mind when he brought out a bow and shot down a turkey. It turns out he knows how to start a fire and cook too!

But today was different. I'm going to go and talk to him, and he'll become my friend and we'll share stuff, teach each other different things, talk, walk, survive and above all, together. I started walking to his campsite with an air of confidence, 'nothing can stop me from doing this,' I convinced myself.

The more I got closer to his campsite the more I started to slow down, till I was walking at a snail's pace, my feet shifting in front of me. I was on the outer ring of his campsite when I fully stopped looking into the small clearing. His back was to me from where I could see into the clearing but if he turned around he wouldn't be able to see me. I started pacing back and forth, 'Come on, you can do this, just walk up to him, and say hello or something, come on, breath, brea-SNAP!' I froze looking over to where he was, he had turned around standing up slowly reaching for his bow.

'Ok, let him come to you just stay right her-'

'I'm a failure,' I reflected from where I was sitting, in a tree, ten feet above the ground, about a mile away from him. {Why?!} I cried, my hands flopping to my sides dramatically. "I'll try and talk to him tomorrow," I declared, watching the sun start to die on the horizon.

'......I'm....a....big....fat.....LIAR!' I brooded, I didn't do it the day after that, or the day after that one, oooor THE DAY AFTER THAT ONE!! I hit my head on the tree a couple of times leaving a dent in it, oops. I stomped around a little bit kicking a couple of things till I accidentally kicked a toad sending it flying as it let out a croak from the force. It flew for a little bit, I winced a little as I heard the resounding smack of it hitting a tree, its bones snapping, piercing its organs and through its skin, as it went flat.