Eyes blue

Chapter 14

The only sound that could be heard were the tweeting of the birds that sat in the trees singing their morning tune. But that peaceful silence was interrupted by my heavy pants and the bang of my shoes against the concrete floor as I ran quickly.

"Don't fall." Britain called from far behind us as I quickened my pace, smiling. I look behind me slightly to see America get quicker as well and since his legs were longer than mine, this was not a good sign for me. As I push my body to go quicker, I focus my gaze on America, forgetting about my surroundings infront of me.

I suddenly feel the air get quicker around me and feel gravity puling me down as I look forward to see the ground come closer. I quickly throw my arms out infront of me as the rest of my body hits the floor.

"Germs!" I hear America yell as he runs towards me. I groan in pain as I feel two hands lift me up before sitting me down. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine." I say as I try to stand up but fall back down onto the floor.

"I did say not to fall." I look up at Britain as he pulled a bandage from one of his many pockets before bending down and attaching it to my knee.

"Thank you, Britain." I mumble and try to stand up again with the support of France who stood behind me.

"I'm sorry Germany." America apologised as he picked me up and started to walk with me in his arms.

I squirm around in his grip, "Its fine Amerika. No need to pick me up."

"Alright." America chirped and placed me down. I stumble slightly before gaining my balance once again and continue limping; the allies either side of me.

A while of nothing happened, just walking in an uncomfortable silence. Which was interrupted by America loudly gasping. I turn my head to stare at him in confusion as he claps his hands, bouncing up and down.

Britain sighed behind us, "Off you go."

As soon as this was said, America sped off to the weird gated of thing in the distance.

A few seconds later, a hand was placed on my shoulder and I looked back at France whose face almost looked concerned.

"Aren't you going to join him?" The French said calmly, but you could hear the confusion lacing his voice.

"What do you mean?"

"At the playground?"

"What's that?"

This time Britain placed his hand on my shoulder, and I turned my head again. Britain smiled, "There's a lot you need to learn kid."

"That was fun." I giggle and look at the tired American.

"Yes, being attacked by wildlife is fun." America falls onto the couch and I go over to pull out some leaves that were still stuck in his hair. "We are never going on walks again."

I look at the small graze on my knee and nod, "Yes I agree."

I hear some light beeping and then the smell of tea fills the room.

"Don't you think your tea addiction is a bit too much, dear?" France says as he walks into the kitchen to meet up with Britain.

"No of course not. Why would you say that?" Britain asked back as he took a sip of the leaf water.

"It is 12pm and that is your 8th cup of tea." America and I giggle as Britain sips his tea loudly in Frances face.

"It's actually the 9th dear." Britain smirked.