Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters; I only own Tess and the plot. I hope you enjoy the story! All characters go to Hidekaz Himaruya.
The young girl sat up quickly, looking down she noted that she was no longer in her pajamas. She was in a beautiful pink, ruffled dress with silver shoes. Holding her hands up she gasped, perfect pale skin with manicured nails. Standing up quickly she saw that she was in a meadow full of flowers. This was it, she finally was where someone appreciated her; the world of Hetalia. Her once mousy brown hair was now a gorgeous blue, dark eyes now were lucious aquamarine orbs.
Looking to her left she saw a man with a curl come prancing towards her, "you shall be my best friend and we shall make pasta forever!" He exclaimed.
Squealing the girl shouted, "Ita-Chan!" Looking down she saw that she was now sinking into the ground. As she looked up she saw that he now had red eyes and red hair, he looked at the man next to him. "I never did like Mary-Sue's, will you do the honor Oliver?" Lovino growled. Hearing a giggle she looked up, "Good-bye, spawn of weirdness. You wouldn't even make a good cupcake." All went dark.
Snorting in laughter the young woman turned in her sleep, draping her hand over her bed she felt something cold. Opening her eyes she sighed, "I'm still dreaming." Settling back into bed she reached down for her blanket, feeling something stringy she pulled again. Instead of a warm blanket she yanked dirt onto her face? Rubbing her eyes Tess blinked as a drop of rain hit her face.
"What the hell? Of course it's raining." She yelped scrambling away from the edge of a river. Blinking faster than usual she looked around, seeing her blanket a few feet away she wrapped it around her shoulders. Looking down she saw instead of carpet, grass, and the river was definitely still there.
"Don't panic. What is going on?" She shouted turning around, she looked for her friends, "I get it, this is some sort of initiation, the least you could have done is warn me!" Frustrated she slumped back to the ground and waited for her 'friends' to come out and tell her it was all just a big laugh. Join a sorority, it'll be fun, they said. Narrowing her eyes she looked for any signs of the girls from her sorority. "Becky, Kari, you guys this isn't funny! I have a paper due tonight, two actually." Sighing she decided to sit, they obviously wouldn't come out until the joke was over.
What if they invited the boys? The image of laughing frat boys was enough to make her pull the blanket over her head like a cocoon. Bemoaning her fate she grumbled many obscenities as she pulled a face that only she could see. "If you don't come out I will write you into a story as ugly, hunchbacked toady old bats." She threatened, "the very image will strike fear into the hearts of children- no all people." Satisfied at her threat she smiled as she peeked out of her makeshift fort at the woods, "that's not creepy looking at all." She muttered as she pulled further into her "Lord of the Rings" quilt. It had now been three hours.
That's not a bad sight. Tess thought as she stared at Legolas face stitched onto her blanket. Kinda creepy but at least he's nice. After a few hours, she grew tired of just sitting.
"This is getting ridiculous." Pulling her blanket down she stood up and looked to see that the sun was beginning to set, she had been here all day. "Get out here, okay? Come on, I don't have all day; I'm hungry!"
Tess began to panic, it was dark out now and this was not like her friends, they would not leave her out her for this long. "Please come out! Game's over, this isn't funny anymore." She began to shout louder for help, or for anyone. All she wanted was to go home and watch Netflix, maybe play Pokemon Go, that sounded like pure bliss.
"Guys please!" She screamed as she wiped the tears off her face. She walked over to the river still crying she cupped her hands for a drink of water. Feeling something scaly brush past her fingertips she yelped landing rather ungracefully on her backside. "Pull yourself together!"
Tess grabbed her blanket and dragged it behind her as she walked along the river. "Rivers lead to towns, and you'll eventually find someplace you can borrow a phone and call for help." Rationalizing where she was she screamed in frustration.
As she hobbled along the side of the river she noted that the river seemed to stretch forever between her and the hill she was headed for. Glancing at her bare feet she whimpered to see that her feet were cut due to the sticks and rocks along the river bank. It had begun to rain which only served to dampen her spirits further. Cupping her hands around her mouth she hollered as loud as she could.
"CAN ANYONE HEAR ME! HELLO! ANYONE THERE?"
She could hear her voice being swallowed up by the rain. She strained to listen for any sort of reply or even a car but heard nothing. Not that she would have anyway the rain had only begun to fall harder. She felt utterly wretched.
Shifting the blanket over her head like an umbrella she turned around and began shouting like crazy. She tripped on the mud landing on her backside, groaning she noticed that instead of walking with just cut up feet she was now covered in mud. She squinted her eyes seeing a thing line of brown stretch across the horizon. Letting out a gasp she stood up quickly careful not to slip again.
A burst of energy seemed to consume her causing Tess to run or stumble rather quickly towards the brown line. It could be a house, a road anything. Sending a quick prayer of thanks she ran even harder all while screaming for help.
In the nearby wood, Francis and his companion immediately heard the commotion. They had quickly pulled out their weapons then quietly headed for the edge of the trees.
"Une femme..." Francis spoke quietly, "a woman but I have never seen clothes such as that in all my life. She is soaked to the skin, and she is... she is barefoot."
Gilbert looked stunned, "barefoot. She must be mad!" He looked out into the rain to see that there was indeed a madwoman swinging her arms around and shouting.
"Mad or no she won't last very long if she continues to shriek like that. She might even attract enemy spies," looking to Gilbert he shook his head, "we can't have that."
Gilbert laughed, "I will leave this to you, my friend. You are more accustomed to helping women in distress, no matter their sanity." Slapping him on the shoulder he continued, "I have a young nation to train." Turning his horse he saluted Francis and set off for camp.
Francis sighed as Gilbert left, "Il est Toujours Moi." He watched as she continued to stumble on her path while tripping over the occasional rocks. Seeing that she had just about reached the road. Spurring his horse he rode up to her aid.
Tess continued to run stumbling over the occasional rocks; she stopped as she heard a commotion behind her; spinning around she sighed in relief to see a horse with a tall man wrapped in a cloak.
"Oh thank goodness," she grinned. "I know this probably looks weird, but I have no idea where I am."
The man said as he dismounted and walked towards her taking off his cloak and wrapping it around her bare shoulders. "You are shivering."
Tess tilted her head noticing his accented English, "you're from France?" She was startled as he began to chuckle.
"Oui, I suppose you could say that," leading her towards his horse he noted that she did not protest, "how did you find yourself out here?"
"I-I really don't know, one minute I was at home asleep then I found myself here in the middle of nowhere." It was then that she took notice of his uniform, it looked like it came straight out of the 18th century.
"Are you a reenactor or something?" She questioned.
"I do not know what you mean," he wrinkled his brow in confusion.
"Yeah," motioning to his uniform she continued, "you're dressed just like the Marquis de Lafayette."
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