Gutan Tag Hetalia, Je m'appelle Azaria! Приятно с вами познакомиться! Ch.1
Sunlight gently made its way through the window, warming the small room. The room was mostly empty except for some clothes and some drawing materials. A girl slowly rose and rubbed her eyes, yawning slowly. The room had a warm feel; it was inviting and called to her to sleep just a while longer. She pushed aside her rust colored hair from her right eye, but left hair hanging down over her left eye. Her hair was about shoulder length and laid down smoothly. She slowly got up and dressed; wearing a large coat and brown gloves, baggy jeans and a shirt with various designs on it and she grabbed a large suitcase. She slipped on her boots and slowly opened the door, being careful not to wake the person she lived with. She silently moved through the halls, her long coat flowing behind her. She stopped when she reached the front door and relief swept over her; She made it without waking him. "Good Morning, Azaria!" a boys voice said slyly behind her. She sighed and relaxed, "Good Morning America," she said looking behind her and smiling warmly, "I thought you were asleep, but I guess I did sleep a little late and you beat me to it!" America laughed and drank some of his coffee, "Yeah, I was surprised you slept so late!" He said with a laugh, "Speaking of sleeping late, that's not the only weird thing that you've been doing!" Azaria didn't quite understand what he meant by that, and sensing that he continued. "You never sleep late, um…you always write in your journal (you haven't done that lately), you always work on that thing you've been sewing, you know? Is there something bothering you?" He asked as walked over closer to her smiling slyly, and made her terribly uncomfortable. "Uh, yes actually something has been bothering me, but I'm not really sure what…I just feel really weird lately…," She said with a worried look on her face. "Really? Like how?" he said sipping his coffee. "I don't know…I just feel weird," she said without pointing out the fact that she felt the weirdest around a certain person. She turned and started to walk towards the door, "Anyway I have to go, I'll see you in a few weeks, Bye America!" She said smiling and waving as she walked out. America did the same after she had left, but he didn't like the idea of her going to stay with a friend, especially that friend.
Azaria sat looking out the window of the plane, the sun was starting to set and weariness was setting in. She was going to stay with a friend, but as always, America didn't like for her to spend so much time at a friend's house. She shook away these feelings and slowly fell asleep, it was a long way from America, to Russia.
