It was a warm summer day, and like usual, I was sporting a sweatshirt. One of the many I owned, though this one was a personal favorite, appearing as though I wore it in a vicious game of paintball. Every color imaginable was splashed over my sweatshirt, and not because I bought it this way. I actually messed around and came out of an art class covered in paint that stained a once robin's egg blue sweatshirt. It was something of a wonder how I wore a sweatshirt all year round for many people at my school. My bright blue headphones rested over my ears and played music to block out the sounds of small town traffic. My dark brown hair was incredibly short, not even reaching my chin in it's pixie cut shape, and because I was too lazy is stuck out in every direction. I combed it, honestly I did, but bed head requires a little more than a brush or two. Worn sneakers slapped the ground as I adjusted my glasses, dark blue eyes glaring out at the world in a wayward attempt to see better.

The only reason I was out in the heat was because I wanted to get some candy for my sweet tooth and the local store was only a short walk away. I didn't have much of a social life, though was much better than I was as a child. Back then, I could barely talk around strangers, and forget about starting a conversation. Actually, I still have trouble starting a conversation with others. It doesn't help that I am ignored most of time when I do try and talk. Particularly in a conversation with more than one person. I just tend to get run over by the more outgoing people around me. Which was alright, I was fine with not socializing. It gave me plenty of time to read and daydream, possibly the best part of my day. My true passion was something else entirely, but more on that later. There is a point to this walk and why I'm even mentioning it.

I was just minding my own business on the way back, a sack of some candy in my hand and loose change in my pockets, when I crossed the street to reach my house. Normally, the event that takes place would be very unlikely. It was a small town with a speed limit of twenty-five, I always walked across the street when I was sure it was clear for a relaxed walk, and all the heavy traffic occurred on the main street. Usually, when a truck flies down the street, a person only gets hit on accident if they were distracted, the driver was, or they were trying to save someone else from being hit. But no. I was perfectly in the clear. I waited patiently for traffic to clear up before crossing the street and made it safely to the other side when suddenly the sirens of police cars wailed on the other side of town. From there I quickly noticed the hot rod driving like a bat out of hell, barreling down the street I just crossed, with three cop cars hot in pursuit. This is where it got bad.

Somehow, for some reason, he decided he really needed to turn down the street I was next to. It would have taken him out of town, so I guess I can see that, but what I didn't know was that this ass would fishtail so bad when he turned that he'd cross lanes and ultimately smack the back of his truck into me. I had been backing up at that point, clearly realizing that standing next to the curb wasn't a smart idea, so I didn't have any resistance to the force of the truck slamming me into the wall of a building. I heard a sickening crunch as my head smacked into the brick wall and my legs give out. Pain, oh god, the pain was unimaginable. I never knew it could hurt so bad. I had never broken so much as a single bone in my life, but I had a feeling I now sported several. The concrete seemed cool compared to my burning body as something with an iron tang leaked out of my mouth and red seemed to wash away the gray before me. Everything was fuzzy but I couldn't move my hand to rub my eyes or fix my glasses. I only vaguely noted the lack of headphones as the police siren was joined by one of the ambulance. Blinded by pain I rolled over to look up. The sky was a great, fuzzy, blue blanket and the buildings only dark shadows as everything began to fade away into darkness. Was it nighttime now? I… felt so… sleepy. And that was my last thought as the darkness consumed me.

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Everything seemed so soft and warm. There was no pain, though I couldn't recall why I'd feel any, only a sense of peace. I opened my eyes and saw a vast space before me. If I had to describe it, I'd say it looked like I was staring at the sun from the bottom of a pristine lake. Dark shadows playfully darted around me but that single orb of light seemed constant and it pulsed like a beacon. Though it should have been a concern, I didn't seem to have any problem breathing, nor did I have problems moving. It felt odd walking with no sense of gravity but nothing seemed to alarm me at the moment. The closer I got to the light the stronger it became. I was almost there, hell, I was just a handbreadth away from touching it, when a dark shadow barreled into me and sent me spinning.

This one seemed ominous and finally burst my bubble of peace. That was something dangerous. Even as I still spun from it's previous assault it reared back, somehow becoming oddly liquid, and shot at me again. I leaned into my spin and barely dodged the strange creature. I was now farther away from the light, and somehow, I knew that it was my only chance. The thing seemed to pulsate with anger before gathering itself, now blocking my only escape, and emitting a strange black aura. The playful shadows shuddered in fear before gathering behind me in a solid mass. Instinct told me that they were trying to help. Upon further inspection I realized that the thing was different from the others. Where the shadows were soft and playful, the creature was black and seemed cold. Filled with the need to survive my strange situation I gathered myself and braced against the impromptu wall. When the thing launched itself at me I waited until it was almost upon me before shooting upwards and out if it's reach, though not quite. It just barely skimmed the side of my right upper arm with it's aura. I felt a sense of pain and the light began to flicker and change. With desperation I reached out, my fingertips almost touching it, when it suddenly swung around and slammed into my right shoulder. I felt a warring sense of peace and pain, fear and contentment, as the vastness around me began to dance with colors. Everything began to rush past me as my skin began to burn and the world expanded before shrinking into the size of a pinhead in the distance at a dizzying rate.

*Ducks head into the doorway* sup, uh... long time to see, Hetalia! First off, I'd like to just mention that this is a little self inspired. At first, it was almost completely a self-insert, but then I changed things up, gave her a different personality, and fun stuff like that. I was actually a quiet child and didn't say much to strangers, so I am familiar with the anxiety of talking to people but having a difficult time doing so. This will come into play in the next update! Any ideas, comments, or suggestions just click review and type away!

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