Hey guys! So this is my first story and all so I could really use your guys' input on it. Thanks bros! I don't own the hetalia characters ….sadly, I do own the OC.
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Ten years ago, the United States of America closed its borders to all outsiders and kept its people inside. Everyone believed America was in total chaos and destruction….they were wrong. Lydia Rodriguez walked beside the tall wall that separated her country, and the once powerful America. Lydia was the representative of Mexico and she used to love to climb over the small border and pester Alfred, the United States representative, but now she could only stare at the steel wall that separated them. She sighed longingly and placed her hand on the smooth metal. It was hot under the desert sun, but she did not pull away. A few minutes past and Lydia finally removed her hand and looked at it. It was red compared to her light brown skin. She sighed again and brushed her long, chocolate brown hair out of her face. She had been told many times that she looked like her older brother Antonio Carriedo, but she disagreed. She shook the thoughts of her brother out of her head and walked along the border sadly. She would never admit it, but she missed the idiot. She kept walking till she tripped over something sticking out of the door. She grunted and turned over and propped herself up on her elbows. She gasped when she saw a hole in the wall big enough for her to crawl through. She looked around quickly and crawled through. She came out on the other side which looked like its opposite side, sandy, dry, and hot. She walked a few feet when police men dressed in white surrounded her. They pointed their guns at her and pushed her into a van.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" she shouted at the men who had her arms and were dragging her to the van. They pulled her arms behind her back and cuffed her. They threw a sack over her head and started the van. Lydia was thrown around the van at every turn and bump. It felt like hours till the van stooped. The men quickly grabbed Lydia's arms and dragged her out of the van. She stumbled as she walked with the men to a strange place. She was thrown into a room.
"HEY!" she shouted as the sack was removed from her head. All the police men just glared at her, their guns ready to fire at any moment. She glared start back at them.
"I demand to know where I am!" she growled. The men looked at each other but said nothing. "Do you not understand English? Where am I?" There was a knock at the door and a tall man walked in. Lydia couldn't make out who it was, but she couldn't help but feel intimidated by his presence. He waved for the men to leave and they all followed out obediently like dogs. The door slammed shut, causing Lydia to wince. Her attention was drawn back to the man as he walked towards her. She flinched as he knelt down in front of her. The man reached behind her and uncuffed her. She looked at him surprised but rubbed her wrists.
"Who are you?" she asked. The man was so familiar to her, but she couldn't place him. He chuckled slightly and Lydia stopped breathing. She knew that chuckle.
"A-Al" she stuttered. The man stepped out of the shadows. He was tall with a strong build. He wore a black pin-striped suit with a red tie. He had shaggy blonde hair with a stubborn cowlick in the front. His eyes were sky blue and hidden behind wire glasses. He sported a cocky smile and laughed at Lydia's face. Oh God, his laugh. Lydia felt tears in her eyes as she ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He staggered back slightly at the surprise hug, but soon wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Hey Lyds." He whispered her nickname. Only Alfred was allowed to call her that. It was definitely him. She hugged him tighter then suddenly pushed him away. She punched him in the face as hard as she could, causing Al to fall backwards. He looked at her shocked and rubbed his jaw.
"You asshole! Do you know how worried we've all been?!" she yelled at him. He kept a straight face and stood back up. Lydia pounded her fists onto his chest repeatedly, crying as she did. She finally stopped and grabbed his suit jacket, pulling him closer to her. She buried her head into his chest and sobbed.
"Do you know how worried I'VE been?" she asked between sobs. Al rubbed small circles on her back as he held her close.
"I'm sorry Lydia, but I had my reasons." She said nothing and held him close. After a while, her sobs turned into hick ups, and her hick ups turned into deep breathing. Al smiled sweetly and picked her up bridal style. He carried her out of the prison and walked towards his car. He looked down at the woman in his arms and smiled sadly at her.
"I am sorry Lydia. When you wake, I promise I'll explain everything." He whispered to her. He gently placed her in the passenger seat and buckled her in. He closed the door and went to the driver's side and climbed in. He started the car and drove off, heading for his house in the Capital.