Meow?
He could recall four things.
First- He knew that it was cold. He didn't know where he was or why he was in that place, but he knew it was very, very cold.
Second- He knew he was in pain, and he knew that he could feel his own blood smeared across his face, but it was dry now.
Third- He knew that he was not supposed to be in this place that he didn't know where it was- or why he was here or why he was in pain in this place. He just knew that he shouldn't be here.
Fourth- He could recall his own name, but nothing more than that.
Fearing that he would certainly die if he were to let himself fall unconscious, he tried to keep himself awake- which was hard, because it was too dark for him to see anything.
He was overcome by the pain and the darkness and the coldness, of course, but he slowly felt like the dark and the cold were receding- the pain stayed. The pain always stayed.
---
He was awake again, now, wondering if he was already dead. If the light and the warmth that he had felt had been death.
His eyes blinked open, and he instantly knew that he wasn't dead.
There was green surrounding him. Trees, and grass, and bushes.
Dirt, too.
And… there was a person, too. A young woman with light brown hair, who was kneeling next to him and staring at him.
The boy blinked once, taking in the surroundings, and then… he started screaming. Of course he started screaming- he was in pain, and he had no idea where he was, and there was a lady in a military uniform hovering over him with a flashlight and a frying pan. He tried to prop himself up on his elbows and crawl away- backwards. That didn't work. It hurt too much.
Then he winced and stopped screaming. He stopped screaming because… well, because it really, really hurt.
"Woah, there. Calm down," The woman said, holding up her hands. "I won't hurt you."
The boy gave her a scared look, and then took a few deep breaths to calm down.
"That's better," The lady smiled. "What are you doing out here?"
He didn't answer the question- moreover, he feared that he wouldn't be able to answer it. Had he been able to talk? Well, he knew one thing for sure, he could definitely scream a-okay.
"I- I don't know…," he managed to squeak out. It hurt. Yeah, everything he did hurt right now.
"What's your name?" The lady asked.
Ah, he remembered this. He had even made a note in his mind that he remembered it.
"V-Vash…," He squeaked, and he couldn't remember much after that.
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It was much later, but he didn't know how he knew that.
He could here talking in the background. Like he even knew where the foreground was…
"And where the heck did you get this from!?" A voice yelled, but he didn't know what this voice was referring to.
"A forest," He somehow recognized the voice of the hiking lady. The lady who had asked him his name.
"That's not what I meant."
"That's what it sounded like you meant."
"Forget it. Why did you bring him here?"
"Because he was covered in blood, laying in the middle of the forest. How could I have just left him there."
Ah, he had figured it out. They must be talking about him. He had been in a forest, and covered in blood. And he was here now.
Why, he thought, doesn't that man want me here, then?
So, he wanted to be in the conversation, too- if he could even get up, that is. After all, he didn't know where he was. He could have been in a crate in the back of a pick-up for all he knew.
So, in an effort to gain some sort of attention, he made a muffled squeaking noise. Obviously, this tactic had worked, because the background conversation suddenly stopped. (The started again, obviously.)
"This is going to get very annoying… very quickly…" The male voice said quietly, but of course, it wasn't quiet enough.
"Please, can I keep him?" The lady asked.
"You make it sound like he's a stray cat or something."
"He is a stray cat, Roderich. See? He has the ears and the tail and everything."
Ah, so that's that man's name. Roderich?
And what is the lady talking about? Ears and a tail?
His mind was completely silent for a moment.
He… did feel cat ears on his head. And he did have a tail, and the tail was waving back and forth very, very slowly.
That makes five things he know knew.
Fifth- He was… a cat?
Author's Notes! =O
Chapter one of my contest Entry!
Of course... my entry doesn't count because I'm the one who's judging the contest! D=
And... Lol, yes!
Switzerland. Is. A. Cat. Shota.
It all started with a fanart. A very adorable fanart. XDDD
Meh, hope you enjoyed!
Der Disenclaimen: I don't own Hetalia. Hidekazu owns it. And quite frankly, I think he is a freaking GENIUS!
