A/N: This is my first fanfic ever. So here's the first chapter (more like a prologe). I actually have very little idea where this is going, so i'm rated it M just in case I decide to go sadistic later on.
I don't own Hetalia
Questions about My Past?
Name?
Everything was so dark. But then again that was all she knew. All she could remember.
Then through the darkness there came a noise. A voice could be heard through the dark that engulfed her mind. It was barely audible at first but steadily grew stronger.
"Hey! Wake up. Are you okay? Hey!"
She slowly opened her heavy eyelids as she felt a hand softly shake her shoulder. Everything was so bright and blurry that at first she snapped her eyes shut again. Her eyes flittered open a second time only to be blinded by sunlight reflecting off of soft golden hair.
"Finally! I thought you'd never wake up."
She stared into the pair of deep sapphires hidden behind wire rimed glasses as they stared back into her bright emeralds. The blue eyes shone with concern above a pair of thin lips that were slanted in a slight smile full of worry.
Her eyes noticed the man before her was wearing a brown jacket with fur on the collar, a star on the left breast pocket, and a small white airplane on the left sleeve, over a tan coat (that looked like the ones explorers wear) with matching pants and black shoes all above a white button down undershirt with a green necktie neatly tucked behind the coat, before her eyes took in the room she had not-to-long ago was sleeping in.
The room was a typical living room. A large flat screen was mounted on one wall. The opposite wall was covered in pictures. A third wall was taken up by a wide window with a seat covered in big fluffy pillows in front of it. Two arm chairs a love seat and a couch all faced the TV each had a table placed at each side. In the middle of the circle made by the furniture was a coffee table. Behind the couch where the fourth wall should have been was a large opening leading to a hallway. She was lying on the couch, striped in red white and blue. The man was kneeling down next to her.
"Where am I?" Was all she could say when she looked back at the man.
He sighed when she finally spoke. "You're in my living room."He simply stated.
"And who are you?" she asked in a huff.
"Jones. Alfred Jones. What's your name?" The man-Alfred-said holding out his hand to her.
"My name?" She burrowed her brows in deep concentration. Then she screamed as a skull cracking pain engulfed her head. Then it was back to the darkness.
A/N: Like I said, i'm just going with the flow of the story. If you have any ideas, I'll be glade to hear them. I would also like to hear what you think about the story so far and any tips on how to improve my writing. Sorry for any mistakes.
Reveiw please!