Hola mi amigos. I felt that this would be a very... Interesting story, to say the least. Love, life, loss... And macaroni.
I own only Bridgett, and nothing else but the mint green plot bunny this came from.
WARNING: Shonen Ai. Don't like, don't read. but seriously, if you don't like yaoi, then why the ever loving FUCK are you doing in the Hetalia fandom? Also, I curse a lot. You have been warned.
My name is Bridgett Hemsdale. I am a sixteen year old girl living in Aspen, Colorado. I am what some call a 'fangirl' and I enjoy spending my time on the internet, if the hospital's wifi is working. Yes, I did just say hospital. I was diagnosed with lung cancer three months ago, and despite treatment, I'm just getting worse. I know that I should be acting depressed but...
I just feel regretful. I think it's because I haven't done anything with my life.
Uh, this is starting to sound like a sob story... Trust me, it gets better further along the road.
My journey starts when I went on YouTube for my usual routine.
Which was to attempt to find a funny new video, and save it to as many playlists as possible. I was trying to do this while there was a storm raging on outside, and it made me jump ever time thunder clapped. Finally I found something worth watching.
It was a small flash animation, just something small but cute. It was of the character Italy from Hetalia, one of my favorite animes, kissing Germany. I squealed, watching Germany's cute little blushing animation.
It made me quite happy to watch Hetalia, so I decided to just watch a few episodes.
Hetalia was somewhat of an escape for me. It was a light bubbly show, and it gave me warm feelings on the inside. It always made me happier, and I loved all the characters very much. Especially Italy, who I admired in a way. His cheerfulness was amazing, and his innocence was adorable. Sometime I wish I could be him, and to not be stuck in this infernal hospital room.
I watched six or seven episodes before I started to feel drowsy. I turned off my laptop, and as I began to settle into my bed, I could hear a soft singing.
It sounded like it came from outside my window, and, grumpily, I got out from under the covers to look out into the storm. Outside I could see a young woman standing underneath the oak that was position in the courtyard. She was dressed completely in light blue, and it looked like her hair was a very pale blond. She was singing softly, in a language I couldn't really name. I stared at her for a few minutes, before she looked up at me. Even from my window, I could see that here eyes were a shocking yellow color.
I stared for a second longer, before waving at her. I could see her smile, as she returned the wave. I smiled now, feeling a little happier. And then, suddenly, there was a tremendous clap of thunder, and the lighting blinded me slightly.
I looked back downwards to see if the woman was okay, but she had vanished, leaving no trace that she was there, only the memory of me seeing her.
I decided that now was a very good time to sleep, thinking that it was probably just my imagination. I was just so sleep I imagined a pretty lady in the courtyard, while singing in the rain.
And as I drifted off into sleep, I hear the woman's voice again, but this time it only made me drowsier.
Soon, I began to dream.
And I dreamt of Italy.
Who, coincidently...
was dreaming of me.