Through his eyes

by Manicies

I wrote another! I couldn't think of how to continue my last one, and I actually wanted to write a story from the perspective of one of LolliDictators 'Hetalia Units' go check her out!/u/1664187/LolliDictator Canada this time!

1. Chapter 1

Through his eyes

I cracked my eyes open slowly, my mind still groggy from sleep. I think. But since the only thing I could see was more darkness, I thought I was going blind. I blinked like an owl, until I realised that I could see a small speck of light out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and looked at it, and it was angled funny, like it was poking through the corner of a box or something.

For the first time, my sleepy mind came up with some questions.

1. Where was I?

As I patted the walls of my confine, I came to the conclusion that yes, I was in a giant box. Wood, by the feel and sound of it.

2. Why was I here?

…I wasn't so sure of that, but I was sure I was going to figure it out. So this one didn't bother me as much.

3. Who was I?

…..

It worried me that I had no answer for that.

As I shook my head to clear my suddenly buzzing thoughts, I noticed a slight movement out of the corner of my mind. Startled, I lashed at it with my hand, and pulled it in front of my face. It was a long golden lock of hair, curled over itself in the middle like a pig's tail. This curl seemed very familiar to me, though I didn't know why.

Suddenly, I heard a clicking, and then music started to play. I didn't recognise it, until it got to the chorus. Oh god! I shouted in my head, clawing at my ears. B…beiber!

Without warning, a feeling exploded inside me, and I felt a huge surge of….regret? I wanted to be forgiven for something….but what?

Before I could figure it out, my hands were instinctively tearing at the wood under my fingers, and it exploded with a loud retort. I flung myself out, screaming apologies to no one in particular. Over the sound of my pitiful sobbing, I heard another click and the music stopped. I clutched at my golden hair and sniffled a bit, before looking up to see a tall, brown haired girl standing there, wearing ear-muffs and staring at me. Well, at least she didn't hear it, although why she made me was beyond me.

In the instant that I was about to speak to her, ask her who I was, and where I was, in my head popped a single name. I figured it had to be mine, and, ignoring common sense, I let the name overwhelm me. I was just glad to know who I was. So I said to her,

"…Hello...I'm sorry about my behaviour…My name is Matthew Williams."