Okay so this will be my first try at a Hetalia fan fiction. My friend role plays a Spain on Facebook and i role play a Florida OC on there and she wanted me to write out their story and post it on here. So thats what i plan to do but you may notice that the Spain will seem a little off, this is because of many things, i'm trying to write in her characters muse sense, meaning the way they are, so he might seem a bit OC. Sorry if that bothers anyone but if you don't like it i'm sorry, please move on to the next story and please if you want to say something bad about this story don't, i don't mind people saying oh you could work on this or that but just flat out saying, this suck don't write anymore is not welcomed, there will be smut and rape in this story, to those who read this i hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter One: The Gates Of War

It was funny how things came to be as they were how enemies had become friends and friends had become enemies. The ocean waters were clear then, not a drop of it being tainted by blood or by oil, no things was much innocent then. The wind carried a sense of happiness in the air as the thick forest trees on the coast of the land mass now known, as Florida grew wild and untamed by man. The beautiful songs of the many wild birds floated in the still air of the land while the wild animals ran about their own business not bothering a soul that walked beside him. As the waves crashed against the light brown shores of the land and rocks twisted and curved in a wild manner upon the land light blue eyes peaked around the trees as long blue hair followed the tan skin girl. As feathers that were tied in her hair blew soft to the side thanks to the small amount of wind her long blue hair followed, lightly moving in a graceful manner to the side of her before she stepped out from the shadow of the trees. Her long hair rested on her shoulders and on her back as the pure white feathers came to a rest on her hair while her bent up golden heart locket rested on the chest part of the brown leather dress she wore. It dropped down slightly allowing her neck to breathe as it fell free around her arms into a small V manner at her elbows allowing her lower arms to show. A small white belt was tied around her waist with three small bells sitting there on the right side of her waist while her light moccasins had a small yellow ribbon tied around both her ankles. Looking only like a nine year old she lightly placed her left hand on a dark wooden tree allowing another small bell to show on the leather bracelet she wore, letting it ring slightly as she moved. Her name was Fidelina, she had no last name and did not need one in the family she lived with, Indians. They had found her when she was just a small girl walking around seemingly lost and took her in, since then she had learned many things from them but she always got lost so they had put bells on her to keep track of her, bad for hunting but good if someone from the tribe if she got lost again.

However, as she stared out at the light blue ocean water, watching as it hit against the shore of the land her light blue eyes widen and her mouth opened slightly as if she were watching some type of mystic performance. She had came here against the elders wishes of her tribe to watch the water, it was so free to her and it could come and go as it pleased and yet she was trapped inside the tribes village watching the comings and going of others. She did not know how old she really was but she knew she was older then the Elders at this point but still it did not seem to bother her as much as it should have. Slowly she started to walk out of the shadows of the forest, the grass, branches and leaves under her feet crunching and rustling with each movement of her feet she made. As the once tall grass that had came to her knees slowly became shorter the once dark green land turned to a light brown sandy shore of the beach, the bright blue sky above her casting light on her small form. Slowly her left hand slipped from the dark bark of the tree as she stepped out onto the beach and slowly let her hands drop to her side as she walked to the edge of the water, lightly allowing it to touch her tan legs. As white clouds slowly floated across the blue sky above her and the crystal blue water touched her sky Fidelina slowly closed her eyes and tilted her head back a bit with a small smile on her face as her long hair fluttered behind her as her bells rung slightly. The smell of the open ocean air was enough to make her relax but then suddenly something felt off and her smile faded as her eyes opened and on the waves of the water large white clouds started to appear. Taking a step forward water splashed around her legs as large boats appeared and her eyes wide at the strange sight before her. Raising her hand up slightly she took a small step back before she turned on her heel in the sand and started to run back into the forest. The trees above her hide the sunlight from view only casting small fragments of light here and there as the wind howled through the thick, dense, layers of the trees around her.

Grass rustled against her legs as she hurried through the trees allowing a few thorns to catch her skin causing blood to show up on her tan legs and arms. However, she did not stop running; she needed to let the elders know of the strange things, though she might get in trouble for being out on her own again, though she did not seem to mind it. As the trees started to clear up she smiled only to frown as her foot caught a rock and she fell with a scream, scratching her leg on a sharp rock as she hit the Earth below her. As her hair fell over her face, she laid there a moment in the darkness of the trees and looked around only to blink a few times in confusion as how she was to get back to the village. Sure, she knew the area better then most people did but in her haste, she had forgotten which way she had came from and went to. Sitting up on her knees with her right hand in her lap and her left hand covering her bottom lip she looked around in dismay. Her light blue eyes scanned over one area before quickly moving to another only to see the same darkness from the other side of the forest and the tall grass that was now covering her pathway to the village. Slowly she pushed her self up; her heart pounding in her chest as she did so at the thought of becoming lost within her own homeland, to her it was a large land mass that was never ending. As she stood, there in silence with her eyes, scanning the area around her she blinked a few times and locked her hands together in front of her before she slowly started to walk towards the right path hoping that she was on the right path back home. While the grass softly rustled against her legs and crunched under her feet with each step, she gulped softly before unlocking her hands and placing them on the tree in the middle of the two pathways. Looking at both for a moment she leaned towards the right path but to her it seemed to go further and further away from the place where she wanted it to be, then she heard it, the shouting of men coming from the left pathway.

Quickly she took it thinking that it was her home and without a second thought started to run once more, blood of the scratch slowly making its way down her leg as her leather dress softly rusted against her legs. Panting softly while her hair bounced on her shoulders and back and her bells rang in the some how unsettling air around the area now, then as she broke through the trees of the area and entered her village she came to a stop with a gasp. Bright red flames of fire danced upon the many huts of the village as screams of pain were heard from the mean, women and children who tried to get away from the unknown weapons of the strange men as they marched in straight lines with their weapons aimed at their targets. Each time they fired a loud boom sound left their barrels and she jumped as tears filled her eyes and her mouth hung open slightly, the heat of the flames making the once cool breeze hot and unbearable as it touched her skin and blew her hair. Each man wore the same outfit, silver wedded lining shirts that seemed to stop the strongest arrows, round pointed hates that made the sun reflect off them and tall silver boots that allowed no thorn to touch their skin. As she stood there in silence and watched as the men gave her people no time to fight back her eyes widen a bit more as a male with messy brown hair led the mean on a wooden brown horse branded with a large S on its hip, the male was dress in Red and yellow outfit. With a red hat on his head with yellow design on the rim of it and two yellow thick twisted strings dropping from the side of it her eyes locked with his dark green ones and he paused his horse in his step. He wore a bright red jacket that hid the horses back behind him and dropped to the horses side, again yellow button lining on it, black pants that were cut off with black leather boots and yet that wasn't what made her shiver as she stood there in silence. A large silver battle-axe sat on his back with bloodstains already shining on the metal. Yet as they stared at each other and their men paused in silence to look up at their leader in question never once did one opening their mouth to question him and before her body found the strength to move, his men turned to.

Her heart started to beat in her chest like a loud drum, as the once lively village of her people was nothing but a grave for them now. The smell of burning flesh mixed with blood flooded her senses and before she could even know what was going on that loud boom sound was heard and she felt pain as something flew past her cheek, cutting it. Hearing a few more shots her body seemed to have a mind of its own as it turned and she started to run through the forest once more, tears falling down her cheeks as she did so. The pain in her body was no longer there in her mind only the thought of running and hiding away from the pain of losing her family and friends. As the grass once again rustled and crunched under her weight and the trees no longer greeted her with the silence and music of the forest she let out soft sobs of sadness the further she got from her village while the sound of the ocean got louder. While her hair once again swayed, with each step she took, her foot grabbed a root of an old tree at the edge of the forest and she fell into the sand only to sob loud as she pushed her self up. Placing her hands in front of her while large rocks sat in the water each side of her only allowing a small pathway of sand to guide any person who dared to intrude her in her moment of sadness. Raising her hands to her face she rubbed her eyes like a small child she hic-upped softly while tears fell down her cheeks, never once had she learned to speak, it was the Elders ways of protecting her they she thought but still it would be nice to at least know a word besides her name. Sitting on her right knee with the other out slightly she had not noticed the sound of some one walking up behind her, his thick loud footsteps making the earth below him crunching each step and the grass breaking. The silence of death was something she could hear and yet as his shadow was cast over her, she slowly looked up at him with her once light blue eyes clouded in tears and silence, then they widen, the male with the large axe on his back was standing over her and seemingly glaring down at her. Then suddenly he grabbed her neck and slammed her into a tree, her small hands wrapping around his wrist as she choked and gasped for air while keeping her eyes shut tightly and wiggling in his hold a bit.

Was this her death? Her finally death with her people who had cared for her so dearly? Then she felt him drop her only to have two more men come up behind her and tie her hands with thick ropes, cutting the skin on her wrist slightly. No longer bothering to fight back or to run her head lowered as she was placed on the males horse in front of him where he keep a strong and rather harsh grip on the ropes on her wrist with one hand before grabbing the reins of his horse with the other. Yet never once did she looked up at him or to anyone else that was around her as she felt a jerk when the male whipped the horse to get him moving down the sandy pathway. Silently she cried with her head lowered and her hair covering her face as it fluttered slightly in the wind along with the feathers tied there, why not just kill her on sight? Then she heard the voice of the male, thick and low and yet a hint of sweetness somewhere in there, "State your name.." He spoke as hes men marched beside them in silence, only their loud foot steps sounding in there stead, yet she did not speak. Then painfully she felt the male twist the ropes slightly causing her to cry out in pain, "What is your name.." He stated once more, no long that sweet line in his voice, "F-Fidelina.." She stated and he slowly untwisted the rope but left her bound. It seemed the answer pleased him and he left her be as they moved closer and closer to the place where she had first spotted the large boats silently gliding across the water with ease. Thats when her head slowly lifted from its lowered position and she looked out to the clear waters and leaned forward only to be pushed against the male chest with his arm that held the reins to the horse. Slowly she looked up at the serious faced male who looked forward as if she were not even there, she wanted to ask him why he had not killed her, was there a reason? A plan maybe? But again she didn't know how to speak so a word never left her pink lips and she looked down once more, "Do you have a last name.." But she shook her head, "Fidelina.." She stated once more only to hear the male sigh. Unlike many others who had been taught to speak and to beg for help and misery never once had he heard of the Indians not teaching one their language.

As she sat there with her head bowed and in silence his green eyes looked down at her and for a moment a curious feeling came over him, no this girl wouldn't get killed, it was a secret between the countries but she was part of it unknowing. Moving his eyes forward once more he keep a good hold on her, beside there being personifications of countries there were personifications of states and the countries did everything to protect them. That is how it was so easy to steal land masses from another, in order to make sure it was harder they keep the states in cover and locked away from sight that way other countries would have to look for them, unknowing that the other had already found them. Yet though most already knew who and what they were the girl in his arms seem to know nothing of the sort and thats where he would come in, he would teach her things and if she didn't obey then he would have to punish her. It was that simple and yet he had a feeling that in the end it wouldn't be as easy as he thought, feeling her move in his arms he slowly looked back down at her only to frown as he found her asleep against his chest, he would let her sleep for the moment. As the sound of his men from the camp up a head, the sound of hammers hitting the stakes into the wood and the sound of trees falling in the forest echoed in the darkness of the still forest, such beautiful land needed to house life didn't it? He would make that happen and this land who belong to his great country of Spain, thats what he wanted any way at least. Slowly he bought his horse to a stop and instead of kindly picking her up and carrying her to her room like many others would he pushed her off the horse and into the sand below them. He heard her yelped as she landed on the ground with a loud thud causing her to awaken and to wiggle her hands a bit. Jumping from his horse as a man from his army grabbed the reins he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, "Welcome to your new home.. Fidelina.." He stated before he pushed her forward making her walk.

Her face was now red from hitting the sandy ground and her wrist near bleeding at this point in time, the ropes digging further and further into her skin. Walking with her head bowed she stayed silent as the male that seemed to hover over, looking like a teen after getting a good look at him from the horse ride, pushed and pulled her towards a small hut that had just got finished. Slowly her head rose and she looked up at the male in question, she wondered what his name was and why hadn't he asked her anything else? As the sand crunched under her weight and she slowly looked forward as she was pushed into the newly finished hut with the desk sitting on the closer wall under a small window that allowed the sun in, the bed sitting on the far off wall with the foot end facing the door and the trunk sitting beside it. The rest of the room was bare and empty, sand covering the floor of the hut was probably the only thing left to speak of before she was pushed down to the floor, hitting her head on the foot end of the bed as she slid across the wooden floor. Laying there in silence she opened her eyes and watched as he let the cloth that covered the door to fall back in place and tossed his hat on the desk before he grabbed some chains from the drawer of the desk and walked over to her. It was then that she knew that her life would fade from her body, that her breath she took next would take it last gasp of the clean air and then pain flooded her body once more as the chains were pressed to her throat and the male straddled her waist pinning her to the ground on her back, hands tied there in a painful position. Closing her eyes tightly she turned her head to the side as she tried to move under him, the pain of the chains digging into her neck as her eyes started to roll in the back of her head from the lack of oxygen only to have him release her as the leafs from the trees outside the hut slowly started to die. Gasping for air she heard him snicker and stand as he pulled the knife from his belt pocket and cut the ropes around her hands only to chain her to the end of the bed as she sat on the floor. Pushing her self up she pushed her back against the bed and lightly whimpered at the pain of the cuts on her wrist before she pulled at them a few more times and yelled in pure anger. She was not a prisoner of someone greed of land and of lust of blood, she would not allow it!

Then she felt it, the final blow that caused her world to go dark as the butt end of the males pistol was slammed to the side of her forehead, sending her small form to the ground with a light thud only to have green eyes stare down at her. Untouched, pure and innocent she laid there on the ground awaiting for the male that stood over her with the axe on his back to take her and yet not once did he touch her. Unlike most of the time when he would beat someone to the brink of death or rape someone to get his pleasure he couldn't touch her, like a force that was blocking him he couldn't lay a hand on the female that now laid there un-moving. Removing his axe with a small click of the belt that had been holding it in place the axe was free in his hand only to be place in the corner of the room by the door as he lightly picked her up and placed her in the bed, her head laying on the foot end of the bed thanks to the small length of the chain. Placing a small pillow there under her head, he covered her only to stand up straight once more and glare down at her, a weakling was what she was, there was nothing great about her other then her odd color hair that matched the color of the untainted ocean around them at this point. Perhaps that was what had caused her to go after her when he first laid eyes on the female? The sight of her bright blue hair and those crystal blue eyes staring at him with that unknowing fear of death, pain and sadness, he couldn't get enough of the rush! Silently he looked down at the female who seemed to only know the word Fidelina, it meant faithful in Spanish, how she knew it before he came here was beyond him but he didn't care, he would give her a name. Sitting on the edge of the bed beside her allowing the blankets to rustle and wrinkle under his weight and he light grabbed a feather that was in her hair, why were they in her hair? It seemed to throw off the beauty of it all. Gently he started to undo them, one after the other before he smiled and stood up once more before heading out the room, he now had a idea of what he wanted to do with her. Walking out of the hut he walked over to a few men that were on the boat before stopping and standing there till a seamstress was boated on shore and he grabbed her arm, "I need you to make something for me.." he stated in a cold voice.

Okay so this is the first chapter of the many chapters i have left, i will not be deleting this one at all! I know i have a bad habit of doing that before i finish them because i lose heart with them. However, since my friend is wanting me to write this i will not be deleting this story, not even when i finish it. This is part on in the many lines of story yet to come about my OC on facebook and yes Fidelina is a real account of facebook, i role play her in Hetalia. So with that in mind do not steal her, i thank you very much. Please comment if you think that this story is good and would like for me to keep going with it, if you don't like it well i'm sorry and i hope you find something you like, thank you for reading.