I do not own Hetalia or anything with Hetalia.
I watched silently from my perch on an oak branch. Three men were sitting around a campfire chatting about different things. The wind blew gently causing my hair to fly away from my face, my dress blowing gently back. A wolf howls in the distance, making the men stop talking. I howl in reply, spooking the three with the closeness of the second howl. A knife, sharp and deadly, flew past my face, digging itself in the bark of the tree. I pull it out and look down to see a gun pointed at me. The darkness of the woods shielded my form from them. They could not see me. I jump down, gently landing on my feet with a silent thud. The three watch as the dagger comes flying, landing at their feet in the dust. I turn and run, leafs rustling as I pass. A gunshot sounds and pain blossoms in my right leg.
I collapse in a clearing. I look and wince at the darkness in my leg. The clearing was void of life, only grass and a few bushes scattered here and there. A small creek flowed down the middle and I dragged myself to the creek bed and poured handfuls of water over the wound. The water flows away bright red.
"That hurt." I mutter to myself. "Those men are not to be dealt with." I tear off part of my dress and wrap it around my leg, tying it up. "Should hide better when watching invaders." I pat my leg, wincing and stand. I put some of my weight on my leg, it wasn't perfect but it would do. I checked quickly to make sure I had everything, meaning my hat was still securely tied to my waist.
"A ragazza? All the way out here?" A light voice asked. I freeze and hold my breath. This voice held a dark under tone to it. "One that can out run me with an injury?" His voice sounded close. I slowly turn and take a step back. A man with dark brown hair and a curl sticking out stood before me. Images of a similar child chasing me flashed through my mind. His eyes were a dark purple and he wore a dark tan military uniform with a tan hat sitting on his head. The hat even had a purple feather hanging from it. He was a few inches taller than my 5'4. "Interesting." He purrs. I glare at him, walking backwards. I didn't like this man, something about him was off. "What is your name?" He asks. I step on the other side of the creek but say nothing.
"Can you not speak or was I imagining your voice earlier ragazza?" He held his hands behind his back, silently smirking. I lick my lips and rack my brain. I could not remember my name for the life of me. I didn't want to tell him anything about me for some reason.
"I don't name." I finally say. He looks confused before stalking over and forcefully grabbing my arm.
"You don't what? Have a name?" He growled. I shake my head and swallow. "Can't remember your name?" I nod. He lets go and draws back a few feet. He looked over his shoulder and beckoned for something. Two men came from the tree line. One was a tall blonde with magenta eyes. He was easily a foot or two taller than me. He wore a brown hat and white tank top with a dark green jacket hanging from his shoulder. He looked like a male version of me only he had a scar under one eye. The other was only a few inches taller than me. He had short black hair and piercing red eyes. A dark purple cape hung from the shoulders of his black uniform. They walked forward and stopped a foot behind the first.
"Tell them ragazza, what it is you do not remember."" The first said. I back away, pulling at my dress.
"No….No name." I stutter. I hold my hands up and take another step back. A black object falls to the ground and rolls into the creek. My eyes widen and I lunge for it. The man with the cape got it first and silently handed it to his leader.
"Where did you get this ragazza?" Fury was laced within his voice and pure anger showed on his face as his grip he had tightened around the object. "Answer me!" He throws a dagger at my feet.
"Mine! Only thing, promise, no kept, give back please," I collapsed and held my head. "Mine. Bitte," I sobbed. I grab the knife and throw it at them. "Bitte! Please give back!" I held my head and closed my eyes.
"Fine take it." I catch the thing and carefully put it on my head. I stand and stare at them before turning and running away. I stop at the edge of the clearing and look back.
"Danke Italian!" A word popped into my mind and I shouted it out. I smile and wave before disappearing from their sight.