Welcome to my first Hetalia fanfic and my first OC story! This was inspired by KazeHavensTsubakis' Allied with the World, so go check out her great fanfic! I hope you enjoy, because I really did put effort into this!
Thoughts/flashbacks/dreams
Thoughts in flashbacks/dreams
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Disclaimer: I totally own Hetalia, can't you see from the way I took time to write a fanfic instead of making this plot into an actual episode? ...For those that don't understand sarcasm, no, I don't own Hetalia.
Updated: 11/1/16
Jikan (also known as 時間): The Japanese word for Time
A myriad of voices in a thousand different tongues whispered in my ear, and a part of me wanted to ignore it and continue to rest.
But curiosity had always been a fault of mine.
"...ssShhhfffww...Wfffshhh..."
However, it was a struggle to awaken when my head felt like it had been stuffed with lead, my hearing was overwhelmed by the fading whispers, and my limbs felt as if they were attached to iron weights. I wasn't fully conscious, just in the beginning stages of awakening, but I was aware enough to know how I really disliked the out-of-body experience I was having.
Like...swimming. It reminded me of the feeling I got when I was a child at the pool, and I tried to walk underwater like I did on land; it was a feeling of weightlessness, frustration, and a detachment from the outside world.
It's...wrong. It wasn't a pleasant sensation, not that it pained me, but it was uncomfortable and made me feel pathetically weak. And while I had been in numerous states of health throughout my nineteen years of life, weak had scarcely ever been one of them. Therefore, while my thoughts remained a jumbled mess, my resentment towards my current situation was clear to me.
"Mmmhhmmllss..."
My state of disorientation was only furthered by what I assumed were people, who's nearby talking had replaced the whispers, since my ringing eardrums caused their voices to muddle into a chorus of meaningless babble.
"Whatever...appear...TOTALLY...believe...guys...waking up..."
My ears were starting to pick up words that actually sounded like real words. Thus the ringing gradually left my ears, my brain solidified from the mush it had became, and my first coherent thought broke through.
Will those people shut up? I'm trying to sleep here! To anyone who knew me, such a thought could be considered expected since I was notorious for never being a morning person, and thus it made sense that my first thought was one expressing anger towards whoever ruined my precious slumber. It also made sense that once my perception of touch caught up with the current position of my body, my second thought was full of more confusion rather than irritation.
My bed is never this cold...or this solid... And I don't even remember going to bed... Answer? This isn't my bed. Like any disoriented person who just came to a surprising conclusion, my mind shut down for a split second, and then suddenly jolted back to life. With adrenaline strengthening me, my eyes popped open as my body shot up into a sitting position.
"The heck-" I desperately cried out before my throat protested against the strain of shouting and cut me off. Yet I wanted to yell again when my blue eyes scanned the surrounding area in a frantic search of something familiar before my brain registered that not only was this room definitely not my bedroom, or remotely close to a dorm, but there were also three other people occupying the area with me.
Okay, I'm seeing double! A-And is that a bear?! I knew I wasn't feeling well, but the scene I took in was trippier than I expected.
Or are those twins? And that's just a teddy bear, right?! The small polar bear sitting on a nearby table batted it's very real eyes curiously at me.
...What. Is. Going. On?! I dismissed the strange observations as a side effect of my mental exhaustion. Thus I rushed to move on to the facts and soon concluded that the strangers had probably been the source of the voices I had heard, but my sudden jolt to awareness had seemingly caused the trio to become silent.
Or at least it was silent until the closest one shouted, "No need to worry, dude! Your hero is here to save you!" I barely refrained from letting out a mighty screech when the young man's voice boomed and shattered whatever ounce of inner calm I had left.
"A-Are you okay?" The other blue eyed man's hesitant question came immediately after the first man's boast. Yet it did nothing to appease my rapidly beating heart, the unsettling feeling that something was wrong, or the dizziness that nearly overcame me as I managed to stand up to my full height.
"No...this isn't right... Where am I?" I had the natural urge to back away from the three strangers in front of me, but my knees were barely holding me up, and I had no doubt that walking backwards would lead to my face and the carpet floor having an unfortunate physical interaction. Therefore, since I didn't want to end up flat on my face, I instead opted to twisting my body around to scan the room's occupants in wary confusion.
"Hey, dude, are you okay?!" The voice of the first man was still abnormally loud compared to the silence of the room, and it once again nearly startled me into flinching.
Do I know them? I tried to focus on the man, who actually did not appear to be much older than myself, but when I tried to concentrate on him, a sudden loss of equilibrium nearly floored me when my blue eyes met his bright blue ones.
"I-I'm-" I tried to get the words out, but dark spots were flooding my vision and another wave of exhaustion was coming in like a hurricane.
I'm going to faint, aren't I? I tried to blink the darkness away, but it continued to encroach on my vision.
"Lower your voice, you insolent fool! Can you not see she is disoriented?!" A British voice chided the first man before the owner of the accent turned to me. Then in a softer, polite tone he began to ask, "Miss, are you feeling well? Do you-" I did not hear his next words, however, as the ringing in my ears came back full force with a overwhelming wave of dizziness at its side.
I stumbled backwards a bit before the ringing was practically all I could hear and my vision became shrouded in a dark eclipse. Then I could just barely make out some muffled shouts and a vague picture of a pair of green eyes, along with two pairs of blue eyes, widening in shock before the man closest to me rushed towards my collapsing figure.
Please catch me. I'm too broke to...deal with another...hospital bill. That was my final thought as the darkness clouded my entire sight, and consciousness eluded me once more.
"The hero is here!" America's booming voice filled the near empty meeting room. The sole occupant of the room, or at least the only person America noticed, being Britain. Quickly, said island nation's content expression morphed into an irritated scowl at America's approach.
"Lower your voice, America! There is no one here besides myself, so it unnecessary for you to announce your presence so loudly!" Britain scolded him without sparing a glance in America's direction while he lowered his briefcase besides his chair. Britain had hoped to have at least twenty more minutes of peace since he had arrived twenty-one minutes early, but contrary to the ordinary, America had arrived early too.
"But I wanted everyone to know how much awesomer I am since I beat them here!" America boasted as he moved towards a seat across from Britain.
"It's not a race, imbecile!" Britain tossed back.
"But it's always a race!" America replied with his typical laughter, the one that a certain Englishman found especially obnoxious. Thus an argument ensued, as was typical when the two were left in a room together.
"A-Actually I was the first one here, but Britain didn't even notice." Canada mumbled to himself from his seat, which was in a corner far away from the other two nations. Yet neither of the arguing nations heard his muttered words or even noticed he had been there all along, and while Canada was used to it, he still wished things could be different.
"Who are you?" The bear in Canada's lap questioned while looking up at his owner.
Thus Canada begrudgingly opened his mouth to reply. "You know who I am, Kumaj-" A deafening bang suddenly resonated throughout the room, ending all conversations and bringing forth a momentary, heavy silence.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Britain had released his hold on America, as he had previously been practically strangling the younger nation before the unexpected sound had startled both of them into a still silence.
"I thought only you and me were in the building." America stated, his voice temporarily lowered due to his own bewilderment over the abrupt sound.
"W-We are the only ones here, America." Canada agreed after he got over the near heart attack he had when such a loud sound came seemingly out of nowhere.
"Huh, another America?!"
"Canada bro, don't sneak up on me like that!" Both America and Britain were startled when they finally noticed the other nation in the room.
"I didn't sneak up on you guys. I've been here the whole-" Canada's words were drowned out as another odd sound filled the room, yet unlike the bang from earlier, it almost resembled the noise paper would make as it was being torn apart.
"I-It's coming from above us." Canada jumped to a standing position when another jarring noise filled the meeting room, and he unconsciously cradled his bear closer to his chest.
"If this were some sort of attack, it would be quite foolish to assault us when most of the Allies should not arrive here for-" Britain glanced at his watch, "Another fifteen minutes. It must be something else-"
"An attack!? Have no fear, dudes! The hero will protect you!" America raced out of the room before Britain could finish, and he was already heading up the staircase by the time Britain processed America's abrupt announcement.
"You wanker! Didn't you hear what I said?! This is not an attack; it could be anything but an attack!" Britain's yelling trailed off into curses as he followed America's lead in the hope of stopping America from doing something reckless.
"Careless!" Britain muttered, seemingly more angered than concerned. He would never dare to admit that he was actually a bit worried about what America could find upstairs, even if it wasn't an attack, for something simply did not feel right about the entire scenario and Britain was determined to find out why.
"Wait! It could be dangerous!" Canada's shouts were the equivalent of loud whispers, so it was no surprise that neither America nor Britain heard his weak protest or waited for him to catch up.
Striding into the hallway, another thing Britain found he would never want to admit to was how running up five floors had actually left him a bit winded. It didn't help that he had lost sight of America, meaning he had been forced to go across all four floors before returning to the staircase to search the next one for his former colony.
"Where did that fool run off to?" Britain questioned, scowling as he glanced around the fifth floor's hall for the sight of blonde hair or an Air Force jacket. Though he gave a startled yelp when he heard another thundering sound rumble through the air, as if it was a reply to his question. "I must be nearing the source." Britain noted how the sound seemed to derive from merely a couple of yards away, and when he felt a slight tremor rattle the ground a second later, he knew he had finally arrived at the correct floor.
"Whatever could be the cause?" Britain wondered, walking forward briskly before the rumbling stumbled him. Yet he quickly regained balance, and then continued down the hall until he caught sight of an open door. Thus Britain halted in front of the doorway, certain the noise was coming from within the room.
Though he paused before entering when he noticed that America had beaten him there, and was already a few steps in. "Here you are!" Britain narrowed his eyes at the American, despite the fact he stood with his back facing Britain and obviously couldn't see the older nation's irritated expression.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for us?!" Britain questioned, his face red from his prior exertion and current annoyance. "It could be a trap or-" His brief tirade ended abruptly as he noticed the American had yet to acknowledge his presence by facing him. "Are you listening to me?!" His anger flared up again, but when he received no response beyond his own words echoing back at him, the rage faded.
"...America?" Britain's mouth morphed from a scowl into a frown, America's lack of a response confusing him, and perhaps even worrying him.
"What is the matter with y-" A stream of topaz blue light suddenly shot out from the room, startling Britain into silence. Then he had little time to do more than hurriedly look away from the room and shut his eyes on instinct before the blinding light engulfed his entire vision.
"Eh, a-are you alright, Britain?" Canada's whisper of a voice, filled with concern, sounded like it came from such a close proximity that Britain's eyes snapped open in surprise.
"When did you get here?" Britain stared at Canada in bewilderment before recalling the Canadian's question. "Of course I'm not fine! That damn light from the room nearly blinded me!" Britain asserted hotly, more ill-tempered than usual because his eyes still stung from the radiance of the light. Yet he stopped himself from saying anymore when he noticed that Canada's worried frown had deepened.
"But Britain, there was no light." Britain's eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, yet Canada went on. "W-When I got up here, both you and America were just standing in front of the room, and no matter what I did, you guys wouldn't move. I-It was like you guys were in a trance." Canada's words surprised Britain, but he had little time to reflect on their meaning before a shout interrupted him.
"HEY, THERE'S A GIRL HERE!"
Britain, trailed by Canada, strode further into the room to find an animated America inside. Though whatever had caused America to remain unresponsive before had obviously left him, as he now waved a pointed finger exuberantly towards a still figure on the ground, whom laid in the back of the room.
"What?!" Both Britain and Canada were surprised by the sudden existence of a young woman. Thus they both walked further into the room in order to take in as much of her appearance as they could. However, she was laying on her side so all they could see was her straight blonde hair, odd white jacket, and blue jean pants.
"H-How did s-she get here?" Canada questioned once he overcame his shock.
"Whatever the reason for her appearance," Britain began cautiously, uncertain how to take in the sight just yet. "She seems to be unconscious, possibly injured." Britain spoke his thoughts aloud when he noticed the only sign of life from the stranger was slight movement created by her light breathing.
"SHE'S HURT?!" America only seemed to realize this now, causing Canada to sweat drop. "THEN I, THE HERO, MUST TOTALLY HELP HER!" Until that moment, no one had made a move towards the woman. However, with sudden incentive, America took the first steps towards her.
Or at least America tried to, but then a hand gripped the back of his jacket collar and dragged him back.
"Hey! What was that for?!" America rounded on the Englishman in righteous fury.
Yet Britain glared back at him. "Are you daft?! We don't have any information on this woman! She's in an unauthorized area and could be a spy for all we-"
"I don't need know anything about her!" America claimed haughtily. "All I need to know is that this chick has to be rescued by none other than me, the hero!" America shot back and then returned his attention towards the woman.
"Well I can certainly think of much better saviors." Britain's challenge filled tone caused America to turn back. "In fact, I believe she would prefer to not be saved at all if she gets a sorry excuse for a 'hero' like you!" Britain spat the term "hero" out like it was a mockery, and America immediately took offence. Such words thus sparked an argument that soon enraptured both of the nations' full attention. Hence the woman and Canada had something in common right then, since both of them had been so easily forgotten by the bickering nations.
"Shouldn't we still help her?" Canada tried to bring the attention back to the matter at hand, but America and Britain were either ignoring Canada or too engrossed in besting each other to care.
"She doesn't look dangerous." Canada noted the young woman's build was in the average range and therefore not threatening. "Right, Kumajikari?" Canada asked the bear in his arms for reassurance as he cautiously made his way to the woman, and ignored the "Who are you?" which was the bear's only reply.
"Stay here." Canada told Kumajiro as he settled him on a table that was pushed up to the left side of the room, since he had realized he would need both his arms in order to move the girl or possibly carry her. Thus Canada was fully prepared to help this young woman until he saw her shift, as if attempting to arouse herself from a deep sleep, and he paused a few feet away from her.
"Hey, guys? I t-think she is waking up." Canada's words didn't make a difference to the bickering nations behind him, but the girl's sudden jerk up and short cry of surprise brought the entire room to a dead silence.
"The heck-" The young lady appeared bewildered while her gaze danced around the room. Though her eyes lost the film of disorientation when they locked on to the trio of nations.
"No need to worry, dude!" America strode up next to his brother. "Your hero is here to save you!" America boldly pronounced, startling the woman into a barely notable flinch.
"A-Are you okay?" Canada, more perceptive than his brother, noticed the stranger's dilemma and attempted to appease her in some way. However he was slightly surprised when she actually locked eyes with him, acknowledging his presence before she tried to push herself up to standing a position with not so graceful movements.
"No...this isn't right... Where am I?" The young lady spoke barely above a whisper and sounded out of breath.
"Hey, dude, are you okay?!" America's voice lowered just a fraction and confusion entered his tone when he received no reply to his announcement of heroics from the strange woman.
"I-I'm-" Her voice were soft and rough, as if the young lady was either tongue-tied or unsure of what to say.
"Lower your voice, you insolent fool! Can you not see she is disoriented?!" Britain had been examining the woman in wary, silent observation until America's lack of manners had annoyed him to the point that he couldn't refrain from speaking. His annoyance mainly deriving from how he was certain he had raised America better than that.
"Miss, are you feeling well?" Britain voice became warm and his expression pleasant while he tried to show America by example how to properly speak to a lady. "Do you-" His voice died off when the woman stumbled back and began a backwards descent towards the ground. All three nations were startled when that happened, however, America went into action first and caught the woman moments before her head could collide with the floor.
Then for a second, everyone was left speechless.
Yet silence never reigned for long among these nations.
"So, is anyone else wondering what just happened?" America was peering down at the stranger, with an odd expression of recognition on his face, before he slowly turned around with the crumpled woman in his arms. "'Cause besides me being an awesome hero and all, I'm a little lost." America stared at the other two countries, but he saw no answers in his companions' eyes.
And no one volunteered even an attempt at a theory.
The darkness was different this time. It felt lighter, like I could open my eyes and sit up without my body metaphorically smacking me upside the head and telling me to sit my sorry self back down.
Nothing aches, I just feel a bit tired. My thoughts were fleeting, probably because my brain was only slightly clearer than the first time I had woken up. Hence, my muddled mental state caused me to uncharacteristically ignore my first instinct to formulate a plan before taking any action, and I instead opened my eyes without hesitation.
Huh? I had been prepard to do a vampire impression and essentially hiss at the sun, but no blinding light confronted me. In fact, the room was fairly dark with merely a dim lightbulb on the ceiling bathing the room in an orange glow. I blinked a couple of times to help my vision adjust to the low lighting, whilst granting my brain time to catch up with the situation as I slowly sat up.
Is this some sort of hospital? Did I have a relapse or something? I wasn't too sure, but the bed I laid in was covered in white sheets and a matching sheet rested on the lower half of my body. Also, the white walls surrounding the bed reminded me of a stereotypical hospital room, which I had seen many times while watching Law and Order (SVU mainly).
This sure is a weird looking hospital. Maybe it's actually a clinic? I noted how sparse the room was, with a window covered in a thin blue curtain acting as the sole decoration for the wall on my left. Besides that, there was an old-fashioned lamp on the middle of a tan dresser next to the bed. Then a book shelf, which was overflowing with novels, sat on the left of the dresser. Yet beyond those pieces of furniture, only the bed I laid on could count as true decoration for the room.
Jeez, the decorector sure had some plain and simple tastes! I scanned the area once more, and frowned slightly as another possibility occurred to me.
It looks like somebody's home...but that makes less sense than this being a clinic. However, the more I observed the room, the more I began to question why a hospital would have such personal items like an ancient lamp or a bookshelf filled with aging books.
And why hasn't a nurse came to visit me? Where's the heart monitor or TV? I soon lost myself to deep thought, the questions streaming into my head and my memory coming up with blanks. Thus my mind was working too furiously on the situation at hand to care that the only door to my room was slowly being opened.
"Eh?!" Only the fact that I had unconsciously noted the man's entrance prevented me from overacting to his sudden appearance in front of me, though my eyes still shot up to stare at him. "You're a-awake?!" The young man's soft manner of speaking also caught my interest, as it had an odd twinge to it, but I remained silent since his question sounded rhetorical. Instead, I couldn't help but stare at him for a moment.
And then keep staring.
Helloooo, nurse! If I were any other girl, I might of gave an appreciative whistle at the sight of a bright-eyed, golden hair (looks so soft!), and overall classy appearing man, but I somehow remained civilized.
"Yeah, I just woke up." I replied pleasantly, quickly realizing he wasn't going say more and not wanting to sit in awkward silence.
"Are you f-feeling alright?" The young man questioned in concern while scanning me over for injuries (awww, he cares!). "Br-Arthur checked to make sure you weren't hurt, and he couldn't find anything wrong with you, but you wouldn't wake up." I barely took note of what he was saying, the mystery that was his accent distracting me despite how faint it was. Though more noteworthy was how he seemed genuinely worried about me, a stranger, and now waited patiently for my answer.
Goodness knows the world needs more gentleman like him... Wait, what about injuries?!
"Was I in an accident?!" My sudden outburst, brought about from the fact my parents were going to kill me for worrying them so soon after my other mishap, must of startled him because the man jumped slightly.
Also, his stutter was more pronounced when he hesitantly replied. "N-Not really, b-but you were asleep when w-we found you." The Canadian man (placed the accent) fidgeted nervously and stared at the ground, causing me to feel bad for scaring him. Therefore, I attempted to make up for my error by allowing a small smile to grace my lips before I spoke.
"Thank you for helping me." I started cheerfully, and the Canadian's head shot up to look at me in shock. "I'm not sure where I'd be without you." I continued sincerely.
Even though I'm not sure what you helped me with or what in the name of sushi is happening... But you're hot, so I'll let it slide. I truly did appreciate his help, and I honestly wasn't sure where I would be without him considering my brain was practically on empty when it came to my immediate memories prior to this moment. Plus I was confident in my ability to defend myself if necessary. Though my lack of knowledge on the situation was worrisome.
I should probably figure out this mess-
"Y-You do?!" The man's pretty blue eyes (or are they violet?) were wide with disbelief, and forced me to refocus on the present.
Thus I rushed to nod and assure him. "Yeah, of course. You helped me, right?" I asked rhetorically, but the man muttered a quiet affirmative anyway. "Then I'm grateful." Oddly enough, the Canadian seemed startled that l was actually acknowledging his kindness. So startled that I almost wanted to offer him the hospital bed I was in, as he seemed to need it more than myself.
Maybe he even needs a hug. After all, he's pretty cute- Nope! I'm not going down that path anymore, this is serious! Focus girl! The drill sergeant in me finally managed to shove such thoughts away, as it simply wasn't the time for them.
"You're welcome." The Canadian had recomposed himself and now sent me a small smile, which fit his face perfectly and kind of turned me into kawaii! mush, but I hoped my genuine smile back didn't reflect such embarrassing feelings.
Abruptly though, the smile dropped from his face and he blinked rapidly like he had just realized something. "B-But I need to tell Arthur you're alright! He wanted to be told when you woke up!" The Canadian suddenly did an impression of the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland by sending out a quick goodbye before hurrying out the room to presumingly find this Arthur person.
You know...he seemed kind of familiar. Left alone with my thoughts again, I reflected on what just happened.
But I've never met a Canadian before, especially a straight up finneee Canadian! I quickly shook off those thoughts as I didn't even know that man, and physical aspects aside, I needed to figure out what was going on first.
Okay, May. What's the last thing you remember? I massaged my temple as if that would help me recall what I had been doing before I woke up here.
Um...I remember being at...at...the airport! I smiled in triumph while small snapshots of my memory started coming back.
And I- The door was suddenly tossed open so harshly that I swore the hinges groaned with protest as a bundle of energy flew into the room.
"YOU AWAKE, DUDE?!" The stranger's bellowed question startled me so much that I felt my hands instinctively curl into fists in preparation to defend myself. Yet I was given no time to act before the blue-eyed man strode over to my bedside and continued. "'CAUSE I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!" Since the American was practically hovering above me, it was easy to spot the physical similarities between him and the Canadian from before (are they related?). Though the way he had burst into my room, without hesitation or warning, showed he had much more confidence (and less manners) than the other man. Also, since the man was still running his mouth as I observed him, I easily figured he was way more of a talker than his possible relative.
"Um, yeah, I am." I eventually replied, though I wasn't sure he heard me since he droned on without acknowledging my statement. Yet I didn't blame him since my voice naturally quieted when I entered unfamiliar situations, and the series of questions he was bombarding me with probably swallowed up the sound of my voice.
"HEY, DUDE, CAN YOU HEAR ME!?" The man started to enthusiastically wave his hand in front of my face, likely because I was staring at him with a puzzled expression because I was still deciphering all the questions he had sent my way.
Yet I gave up trying to remember all he had asked in favor of replying. "Yeah, dude! I can hear you totally fine!" I raised my voice to ensure he heard me this time, lest he start running his mouth again.
His talks so loud that he puts the music at homecoming to shame, and I couldn't even hear my own thoughts when I passed by those speakers! I dismissed the memory when I suddenly noticed the American before me had paused, which I was under the impression was an unusual thing for him to do, and was now staring at me for a good long second.
"...Is this the part where I play the Jeopardy music or-"
"YOU'RE AMERICAN?!" He suddenly latched onto my shoulders and yanked me forward so our faces nearly collided. Thus I immediately tensed with my fisted hands ready to go flying, and yet I also felt a blush warm my cheeks at my close proximity to such a handsome face (is everyone a model here?!). Though I doubted he could see it since my lightly tanned skin tended to hide my blushes.
Stop! I batted down my instinct to fight because despite the man's strange actions, he didn't seem to bear any ill will against me.
Therefore, I instead calmly stated, "Yes, I'm American." I then shrugged nonchalantly to emphasize how it wasn't that big of a deal considering we were in the U.S.
"REALLY?!" Clearly this man thought otherwise since he lit up like a Christmas tree at the words and released me in a flurry of movement. "TAKE THAT LIMEY!" He boasted while I covered my ears to muffle his voice. "JUST WAIT 'TILL I TELL HIM, HE IS GOING TO BE SOOO JEALOUS!" American dude (I'll call him that for now) practically performed a brief happy dance, and I raised an eyebrow at the scene, before he seemed to remember I was still here. Thus he paused his miniature celebration to beam his gigawatt smile down towards me.
"Well, somebody's happy." I mentioned easily to him, confused by his excitement over my nationality.
"Of course! I felt you were one of mines, but I couldn't imagine an American wanting to travel to this lame country so I thought you'd turn out to be one of Britain's stiff chicks!" My eyebrows drew together in confusion over his sentence, yet he carried on. "But you really are one of my awesome American citizens!" American dude seemed ready to break into another happy dance, but I was still stuck on something he said and interrupted.
"Travel? But aren't we in America?!" I inquired, and it was the man's turn to send me a confused look.
"Actually, miss," A British man had abruptly appeared at the doorway, with Canadian guy (I'm calling him that) lingering behind him. "We are currently in Britain." The Brit almost sounded offended by my belief that this was the U.S. As if he couldn't believe someone would dare to mix up the two countries.
Dude needs to chill his roll, it's not like I've seen what it looks like outside this room. I quietly defended myself in my head, while American dude turned towards British bloke (named him too) with a wide grin.
"YOU WERE WRONG, DUDE! THIS CHICK IS TOTALLY AN AMAZINGLY AWESOME AMERICAN!" American dude shouted and seemed to strike a hero pose with his fists on his sides and his chest puffed out.
Who's he supposed to be? Eagleman or something? I suddenly imagined American dude in a superhero costume, eagle-themed, and for some reason found it suited him perfectly in my head.
And when I start imaging things like that, I know I need some coffee.
"I can see that now, you twat!" British bloke angrily retorted, glaring at American dude before settling his gaze back on me.
Daaang, those eyebrows could use a trim! Though the man was certainly well-groomed, his green uniform spotless, his bushy eyebrow were definitely eye-catching. However, the sight of them triggered more than a feeling of awe in me.
It's familiar... He's familiar... In fact, all three of them are and that can't be a coincidence.
"Miss, are you feeling well?" The irritated tone he held with American dude had been replaced by a pleasant one as he walked up to the bedside and elbowed American dude away.
"Yeah, I'm feeling fine, but I would like to know what exactly happened to me." After I spoke, a kind of hush entered the room. Though the American didn't seem to notice, or perhaps he was still on happy mode from knowing that I was American. Regardless, British bloke now held a frown on his face and I could see a little less concern about my health and more wariness in his expression than before.
"Well, miss. That is what we wanted to ask you." British bloke was still abnormally polite, but his tone was more firm than before. Thus I opened my mouth to attempt a reply right when American dude retook his place by my side, knocking British bloke to the left and causing the Brit to comically swing his arms around to regain his balance.
"How dare you-"
"YEAH, DUDE," American dude chimed in, vibrating with excitement. "LIKE HOW COME YOU CAME OUT OF NOWHERE?! AND WHAT WAS THAT BLUE LIGHT-" The rest of his words were lost to me when suddenly the flood gates opened.
And I remembered everything.
"That blue light!" I shouted my thoughts aloud, and somehow even American dude heard me over his own obnoxiously loud voice.
"What do you remember?" British bloke rushed to question, his sharp gaze no longer glaring at the loud-mouthed American, but turned attentively towards me.
"Well...I remember I was at the airport." I began, so lost in the sudden return of my immediate memories that I barely noticed I had an audience.
I arrived earlier than necessary, but I hadn't been able help myself. My excitement for this trip had convinced me to start this day as soon as possible.
I've only been outside the country once and it totally doesn't count! The flight was twenty minutes tops and it wasn't even an American airline, but this...this is going to be real. I entered the line to check in for my flight, like my father had explained to me on the phone yesterday since he had more knowledge on airport procedure than I did.
"I was going to board a plane heading to England; for an internship that my college had set up. A small group of my classmates were leaving with me."
When I had arrived at the airport, I had the naive hope that everything would go perfectly. I was greatly unfamiliar with the airport though, considering the only one I had ever been in was a tiny building with low security. Fortunately, a couple of my fellow students had also arrived early, and those that had been to the airport before helped those that were floundering to get through the process.
"I got there early, but some of the other students did too. However, it wasn't time to board yet, so we all ended up sitting in the waiting area."
I sat stiffly in the cushioned chairs, close to the others, even though I didn't know any of them really well. Yet I was a nervous wreck in the inside, and I felt better being near people that understood how we were about to embark on such a long trip from home. Though I tried to distract myself from the way my heart was thumping rapidly by glancing down at my phone, only to see that we still had forty minutes before we could board the plane.
I need to calm myself, do something to pass the time. My eyes roved around the airport for a moment, but they came to a stop on the familiar cafe sign.
"We were all pretty exhausted because it was so early in the morning, so I decided to get us some coffee."
"Hey, anyone want me to get them something from Starbucks?" Immediately the life lit back up in the eyes of the walking dead surrounding me, which was made up of sophmore college students whom had a dire need to go back to sleep. In fact, some hadn't heard me because they were already snoozing in their chairs.
Soon though, I took everyone's Starbucks card or cash, paid for their orders, and with a little juggling, I managed to bring back everyone's drinks with few spills.
Quickest way to make friends: Starbucks! I observed the less gloomy expressions on those that now had caffeine to fight off their fatigue, and noted a few appreciative smiles sent my way.
But is a friendship based on coffee real? ...Maybe I should start drinking my coffee too, I'm not thinking straight. I felt much better as I sipped on my scalding hot cappuccino, and I felt anxiousness leave me as I reclined back in my chair.
"I had just picked up the drinks and sat down when something weird happened."
The moment of peace was quickly extinguished when the air itself seemed to shift and I suddenly had a pit of nervous, closer to anxious, energy in my stomache. Thus I sat up in response and my back tensed. Yet as I glanced around, it soon became apparent that no one else felt any different, as many of my fellow students were still calmly tapping away at their phones or resting up.
"It was like I randomly caught the flu because the world started spinning."
I grabbed my luggage and dragged it with me, since I certainly didn't know any of the other students well enough to trust them with my personal items, and then I fast-walked towards the restrooms. Though I was certain I didn't walk in a perfectly straight line, as the world spun before my eyes and my movements felt sluggish while I struggled to focus on the restroom sign.
You're just a little sick, don't thrown up here and miss your flight. I tried to push on despite how the world was little more than a colorful vortex while my dizziness intensified.
"I thought it would subside soon, but it just got worse until I couldn't stand."
Rest before you pass out! I quickly reached a point where I needed support, and I barely felt my fingertips brush against a concrete wall before my knees hit pavement. No longer merely dizzy, I felt faint as I leaned on one of the walls that I figured was in the restroom hallway, but I couldn't be sure when my senses had gone haywire and my sight was all but worthless.
Please don't tell me I caught a twenty-four hour flu... Not today...not today... I didn't think anyone was around while I leaned heavily on my suitcase and the wall, and therefore realized I had to help myself out. Thus I shut my eyes because they were only making my confusion worse by overwhelming me with the view of a rabidly spinning world.
Can't see... Hearing is wrong too. I noted the way my ears were in similar condition as my eyes, being assaulted by what sounded like millions of voices, yet I couldn't latch onto a single one.
"Then there was this light, like a really bright blue that surrounded me as I fainted."
My eyes were closed, I must have passed out, and yet somehow I could see blue blue blue.
My favorite...shade. My thoughts weren't very coherent by then, and my sense of reality didn't improve when I abruptly felt as if I had been tipped backwards. Similar to a free fall from the top of a skyscraper towards the pavement below.
Except I was heading for an ocean.
A true, blue ocean with tides that went on and on and on. Yet there was no fear within me when I breached the waves and the water rushed over my head, merely a feeling of acceptance while a calming chime reverberated throughout my head.
"For a second, I thought I heard something or someone, but then there was just this thunderous noise."
Perhaps the chime was a voice, but if so, the words were distant and muddled beyond recognition; a kind mummer in a language beyond my understanding. Regardless, the voice was soon replaced by a harsh tearing sound, which resembled the noise lightning makes when it dances across the sky.
Yet none of these details felt important in the blue world I existed in, with the ocean welcoming me with open arms and the warm liquid sinking into me until we were joined as one.
"It wasn't scary or even uncomfortable, but it was all so confusing... Like a chaotic dream."
The melody of a voice came back briefly in that moment, whispering soothing words of reassurance as I neared the ocean's bottom.
And I believed the whispers, finding it to be a familiar comfort even as the ocean floor reached for me in an eager earnest.
But then it all faded abruptly, my body was retracted from the ocean floor, and I floated up to the heavens.
Soon everything I knew faded, the sky embraced me, the water lost its grasp, and
my thoughts,
emotion,
memory,
reality itself was lost.
And in the end, a blue blue sky was all I had left.
"Time and tide wait for no man." ~Geoffrey Chaucer
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