I DO NOT OWN HETALIA! i only own lisa my oc and the idea, if you want to use please ask me!
The Nation's dog
Chapter 1: lost puppy part 1
I walked home finally away from that horrid school, my skin pale white which used to be tanned colour and my once beautiful shoulder length black hair that now rigged and messed up and dirty from the punches and hits being push against the cold mudded ground, my once clean uniform now a total mess. My blue blazer that once was neat was ripped and muddy, my white shirt is the holder most of nature tree branches and leaves leaving brown mess but luckily my trouser were only muddy, my tried eyes wanted to closed from the waste of day of being a punching bag of these other kids. The reason I was bullied was because I was total odd ball and my eyes, my left was chocolate brown while my right starry silver , my mother would used to say that my eye showed that I used to be an angel and done something wrong and came down here to sort it out before returning. Though I doubt that true..I do believe in them but I doubt that I'm one, if I were then why am I push a line as a punching bag then you can be friends with me or I like to make friends with ya, is it that hard that you just bullied me for a laugh of evilness. I sigh and let myself lean on the window of a store as I let myself rest as my right leg was broken and was harder to walk on only using a stick to keep myself of the ground, "why is life hard?" I asked nobody tiredly all I wanted was to die there but that never going to happen.
"well well look here it miss. Oddball" said a girl the most popular..ah popular a word I hated , hated with all my life 'you got to be popular to have friends ' or 'popular will show how much a friend you can be' yeah force into a group and make you do all you like with them like dolls ah and she never get me doing anything like that. "well isn't it miss if you spoiled my Sunday and I'll cry" I replied to the girl she was around my height but a little taller, her hair was blond that could shine in the light of the sun, I looked into her icy blue eyes she jumped back, still not used to the oddness "well boys ready?" she asked as the two big boys came out, both wearing jeans and a white shirt, their red hair spiked up, you could say they were twin brothers."Yes boss" they said together and I push of the window and try running into the shop and somehow did with one broken leg, must be a magical luck. There stood an old man that had white hair and his eyes blue-gray and wearing a blue jumper over a white shirt and black trouser beside the counter his name William Watson. "Mr. Watson can you hide me please!" I begged hoping to hide soon as possible, I hopped over to him, his eyes widen when he looked at me then understood and nodded "this way quickly" he lead me to the back into his office, "stay here okay " I nodded as he went out to sort out the girls and boys which were out for my blood. I sat down on the floor resting as my heart beat calmed from the waster day of my life but lot more was to come. I had to go to school, I promise my parents before that accident. I sighed wishing life was lot more love then always wishing and hoping.
Luckily Mr. Watson is like a dad to me, he away there for me and helps when he can, he keeps me on my me on my feet, without him I wouldn't have a reason to live, I live to be there with him, two loners that want company, someone to talked to who would understand, he had said he was bullied like me because his hair was a silver colour which others find odd because here that's a rare colour for a young person, and they did same braking bones and that but without this magically event that happen to him, he'll think he be dead by now and said there a old women who help him at the time, that told the same story. Which I find weird what is this magically event that happens to make them. Happy to know they'll never alone even though they never met them again. I just hope it happen to me too.
"Whispers for hope is my trade
My life never stands still always on edge
A waste of being knowledge
And stand as gods will
Seeing does not mean believing
Not seeing at all is being blinded by greed
Being at the top will be you down fall
As you can no longer sense who you are
And wheel on so little hope
Yet it keeps me standing on earth ground
Even though I wish for friend-ship
I still walk on even though the pathway harder than you think
Hoping upon angel wings even though I feel like a caged bird
Oh little bird will you sing your song
Sweet and soft
Tender and loving
Oh little caged bird heaven will let you fulfils a wish
If you believe in such things…"
I sang softly and quiet to clam my nerves, the song mother sang to me. I sat in silence, listening for only footsteps that walked closer to the door that lead to the office where I was and I knew it was Mr. Watson. The door slowly crack open to show a calm William, "well now Lisa tell me what happen here?" he asked as he walked over and keel down to look over my right leg, "I think you already know William" I replied, I only called him that when it was me and him alone with no one else, he sighed "this getting waster if only.." he mumbled as he started getting a walking stick out for me, "here this should help" he knew putting anything on my leg only end up being cut of or disappearing , he got out a cloth out and started wiping my face, getting rid of the blood and mud, "I want you to stay at my house tonight then you don't have to worry about being hurt" he said, he never invited me to his house before so I really wanted to go, "okay" I replied happily then living in a lifeless flat , that smelled of weed and all that horrid stuff. Nothing was there only a picture of my family, "may I ask something" William question, "sure" I smiled to him to carry on, "do you believe in wishes ?" he asked, I stopped it was a strange question to ask, "I do, you know I believe in it" I replied, "why did ya ask?" I ask him, he looked at my silver eye, "because…how should I say this? Because I won't tell you, you must find that out yourself" he replied half-heartily. Part of me bugged for it but I knew I better wait because curiosity did kill the cat. I nodded understanding, "I'll wait then" I replied cheerfully, I bet your asking how could you smile when all that happens? Well I'm so used it that I push anger back all, if I didn't I be in a war kinder thing, as I was told I was too soft, kind and overly cheerful, I was a happy-go lucky person, even in the bad times I could find happiness and laugher. In my old school all my friends said I was Angel for sure, the one who help people walk on and believe once again. Though I doubt I was anything special in any way I was just me, though I'll love to help people again, it was something I enjoyed than anything else, seeing them smiled happily for what they have done.
He smiled as he stood up, "I got to tend to the shop so you can do your homework or study, if ya have non you know where the books are" he said as started to walk out, I nodded to him, once he was out, I pulled myself of the ground and used the brown walking stick. The room was small but it was very neat and will look after, in the middle if the room was a golden-brown desk with chairs on each end, the walls painted blue, the ground floor was a carpet white, around the room was different flags. England's, Japan's, France's, Russia's, Italy's, Germany's, America's, China's and many more. Well the whole world's flags were here. I walked other to the English flag, slowly putting my fingers though the middle red line, I missed England, Felixstowe, I missed the place greatly it was the place; I was born and brought up. The beach and the one big swimming pool, the town that was filled of people I once knew, the games I played at the park with my dog Jessie. She was a black dog with beautiful brown eyes, her hair was curly and she was a high of a Jack Russell, she was half Jack and something else.
There at the beach stood three people, two grownups and a five year old girl that was licking a ice cream, the towers clock tune came out some sang the song others just listen, it was a old summer song love by many. I sat on edge were pathway was and there the sand to the sea, faraway boats passing as it was going to the nearby docks. The boys red lights could be seen, the lights on the buildings shine other the warm night. "Mama isn't it a lovely night?" the girl asked, "yes it is Lisa dear" her mother replied. Still licking the almost finish ice cream, "just like the first time we met right love" my father said in British accent, which both father and daughter had in common,, "yeah I remember that dear" my mother replied sweetly, her light brown hair shining so slightly from the lights that surround us and her chocolate browns eyes so bright with love and hope of the world around her, my father had black hair and silver-blue eyes and was tall and slim. I loved both of them. "we are lucky to have such a smart loving child" she whispered to farther as they both hugged together, the little girl finish her ice cream, "well we better get in" farther said as he held a hand out to me, I accepted and walked with him back home as mother hold his other hand, we were one happy loving family you'll find anywhere.
I sigh at the simply happy memory; I missed trough's happy moments I had. The picture of the sea never left my mind once in my life. Even when I moved to this smell island. I am half British and Italian, though I had the British accented. I smiled; memories made me happy, something I could lose myself in but most cheer me up. As I looked at the others flags, I always wish to go to each country; I know each one, about almost everything. My favourite was England, Japan and Italy. I walked away from the flag and walked other to the back of the room where there is a bookcase, I look though and one caught my eye, "is Hetalia right?" I read out, this was odd one indeed. I pick it out, remembering the show; I used to watch to get me out of reality. It was something I just came across and love it. I sat down at the chair be hide the desk, "what happen if hetalia was right?, what if there is people who are countries hiding under our nose?...well I say that it a mystery but many say they meet them though a wish and return while others stay missing, lost from the world in the world of countries. If you met them would you stay or return?..."I read out then thought what would I do? If I was sucked into such a life, but then it the point of the events and how I befriend them. I read on and soon fall sleep without knowing that my soul left this body to another.
Some were else with an annoyed German with a hyper Italian
"Ve~! Germany" the brown hair Italian calls out as he walked over to him and greets him, he had grown a little but still had a bit of trouble, I mean a lot of trouble. "ve~! Kiss kiss" he murmurs to the blond who look confused now understanding kiss Italy on each cheek. The blond hair German had eyes with were ice blue, he was wearing green jeans and a black top. He wore a green cap which had black on it while Italy likes always a head on fashion like France; he wore dark jeans and a black shirt. He sigh "Italy can you reload my gun?" he ask as he hand over his gun "Si!" was Italy reply as he took it away to reload, "I hope he doesn't shoot himself" Germany mumbles as he rubbed his temple, tiredly he sat down for awhile waiting for Italy, "what's taking him?" Germany ask no one , then came a running Italy with his gun he sigh with happily knowing Italy is okay,"Ve~! Done it" shouted Italy, Germany stood up wiping himself off, and walked over to Italy "thank you Italy", even though Italy was lazy he was a good helper, well..Sometimes. Germany walked over to his target, ready to shoot once he let it go, bang! Came out one of Italy white flags, "Huh?" he mumbled he sigh thinking he's seeing things: he shot once again and Pasta when flying everywhere, "ITALY!" Germany shouted annoyed for the reload was Pasta and white flags, "yes Germany?" Italy asked fearfully at the angered German, "you put bullets in a gun, pasta in a plates and white flags in your room not in a gun!" Germany shouted at the coward country, "sorry" Italy mumbles sacredly as he shake. "it just bullets hurt and Pasta and white flags don't" Germany sigh he knew Italy did not like people getting hurt and hated war which many usually would go blood thirsty(Russia),"lets rest ja?" he ask to calm down the silly country, Italy nodded. Both walked other to the shade were bushes and trees were, "woof woooof woof" came a girly dogs voice called, Germany ignored it but knowing Italy he looked. "Germany look at this poor puppy" Italy came walking over to Germany to show a dog that had black fur, it eyelids are close, one leg in a crocked place which looked broken, Germany took the puppy from Italy carefully, he check if it was a girl or boy. It was a girl. He looks for a collar which he found but only a name: Lisa but nothing else, "it looks like someone throws her out here "he said to Italy who sat beside him. "It a girl? And does it have a name? ve~!" Italy cheerfulness came back, "yes she a girl and her name Lisa" he replied. "Let's take her to main she looks like her back right leg broken" Germany said as he stood up. But without knowing this dog used to be human and was now there nation's dog which could not aged.
hope you love my first longest chapter i done! and sorry if germany occ, i can't cappered his character that hope you enjoy and please review , fav and all that or thingy from Hetaoni will find you and make you or he'll kill ya! (in your nightmares) so yeah. please review i work really hard on this and this idea been buggering me for moths, and sorry to my unknown island fans i'm still going it just i'm running out of ideas so if yay have some then put them in the review or pm me! will can't wait to see them, thank you for reading!
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