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Chapter 1: Captives or visitors?

This isn't as bad as I thought.

When we forced into his house, it was quiet small. Like a small shack, with grey walls and a few furniture which is just a wooden table and chair and a bed in one corner. Looks like Germany isn't so well off. He says we have to stay here as his prisoners. We were given pillow and two blankets. Well, I'm seem better off than some prisoners, most prisoners actually.

Germany didn't actually treat us like prisoners. He gave us decent food, not good but decent. He let us keep our things. That's good too. But we weren't allowed to have contact to the outside world. Come on, I need to get home! I wasn't his enemy. Germany didn't treat us like we were pests. More like furniture.

Italy seems okay with this, I mean better than okay. He likes Germany despite the fact he's his enemy. Most of the time he ends up annoying Germany or sleeping. I just end up doodling in the notebook I have. I doodle anything I could think of, including a few failed drawings of anime. Why is drawing anime so hard!

But the main thing was, I was bored. All the time. I also spent my time thinking and daydreaming. When could I call mom and dad so they can get me out of here! It's already been about a week! I was so bored that I nearly tried to sleep as much as Italy.

Germany was the most tensed among the three of us. Germany couldn't understand Italy at all. He was wondering about how nether of us were trying to escape at all. I had no where else to go so of course I'll stay. Italy for some reason just likes staying here. I also got to know Italy better in person. He was just as they say, a fun guy who loves pasta, is a coward and all that.

One day, Germany got tired of pondering and worrying.

Germany stood up and then opened the cabin door. I looked up from my drawing of a horse, my favourite animal. I was wearing a red polo shirt with blue jeans. (have extra set of clothes remember?) Then Germany looked at us and said " Look, the door is open. Aren't you two going to escape?" Wow, looks like Germany was desperate for a reassurance.

Italy completely ignored him. He was sleeping on the ground next to me. I looked at him and poked his shoulder. It didn't work. I poked him hard, still asleep. " Hey, wake up." I said softly. Wow, Italy really can sleep.

" Italy! Wake up!" Germany shouted. Italy woke up sleepy.

" The door's wide open. Aren't you going to escape?" Germany said. Wow, Germany is soooo bad at keeping prisoners. Italy got up and went out of the house. Germany watched him. I took my things and walked out too, mainly because of the fact that I'm free that means I can finally contact my family. They must be worried sick.

I called my mom first. No answer. I wonder if it's because of no signal. I check, full signal. Maybe it's because I need to type in a certain number. I took out my macbook and search how to call overseas. Good, there's internet thanks to my broadband. I tried again. The phone was put down just before it rang. Again? I tried calling Dad, then home, then nearly everyone in my contacts. Still the same thing. What in the world. Then I tried sending emails to everyone I know. I end up getting a message saying it cannot be sent. As I turned off my laptop, I went into deep thought. So far, everything that happened goes by the storyline. Then I finally drew a conclusion.

I was in Hetalia.

I have no idea how that happened but all the evidence seems to be pointing at it. I can't contact anyone, I have met Germany and Italy, and I am somehow in Germany. There's no reasonable explanation but I'm here. Now there was only one question that matters now. How in the world am I suppose to go back home? I was already feeling home sick, staying with two stranger I don't know well.

I put my things back into my bag and saw Italy flirt with two german woman. Italy's a womanizer. But not the pervert kind, but the one who tries to find love and aim for pretty women. I sighed, Italy won't find a girl if he's always like this, especially when it can get annoying sometimes. I looked around Germany's land.

It was actually a nice city, despite it's world war or the great war as I was told. It was like a nice little town and all. Women buying groceries, children playing, men working hard but smiling. I smiled too. I gave a sad one when I was a teenage girl my age playing with her little sister. I have a little sister of my own and two elder brothers. The girl seems happy and so is her sister. Just to think I always end up annoyed at my sister and remember the times we play together.

I felt a lump in my throat. I miss my family. When the parents came to tell them they were going somewhere, happy smiles on their faces, I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly wiped the tears swelling around my eyes and tried to close my trembling lips. Then I walked back into Germany's house. Wait, what if I'm not invited? I mean he practically kicked us out. I don't think I'm invited to stay. And I wouldn't want to bother Italy ether.

I went in anyway, not knowing where else to go. I saw Italy sleeping again and Germany looking at Italy suspiciously and with burning confusion. I ignored both of then, when to a corner of the shack and put my bag aside. I sat in the corner, legs to my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs. I rested my head on my knees and bottled up my feelings. Don't cry Kristina. don't cry Kris. I knew I was possibly alone, no, I am alone.

" Hey Christine, aren't you escaping too?" Germany said. I didn't answer, I didn't bother to correct him. I just took in a deep breath.

" This isn't some place where you get to do what you like you know. You're my prisoners." Germany said again. I just kept quiet. " Even when I gave you a chance to escape, you two would leave! What is wrong with both of you?!"

He was getting frustrated, I was getting upset. Stop talking please. The more Germany talked, the more I was reminded of home.

" You can't treat my home like it's your home! I command over you!" Germany exclaimed. That did it, the word home. I hid my head and cried out loud. Tears came out like a leaking pipe. Lips trembling, eyes red sore, weak limbs, painful heart. I want to go home… I want to go home. The shack was quiet now but I didn't care. I just kept crying. Please send me home… I wanna see my family again, my home…

Then someone poked my shoulder. I looked up. I probably looked like a mess but I didn't care at all. It was Italy. He has a worried and sad look on his face. He was in a crawling position and then Italy said " Are you okay Kristina?"

I hid my face again/ Italy sat down and shook me again " What's wrong? It's okay, you can tell me…"

I looked at Italy, wiped away my tears and spoke in a croaked voice " I… I-I J-J-Just…W-w-w-want… to go home…" I really couldn't take it, I kept crying. Italy then hugged me and said " Don't cry… don't cry… It's alright… you will be home soon."

Then silence, the room was only filled with my weeping. Germany also looked worried, guilty even. Then he had the courage to say " But when you had the chance to leave, why didn't you?"

I looked at Germany and managed to croak " B-be…because…I-I-I-I… don't know… w-w-w-w-w-where h-h-h-h-h-home…is…" Then tears poured out again. I really couldn't take it. Italy just kept hugging me, trying to make me feel better.

Germany squat down in front of me and pat on my shoulder, then he said " There there, it's alright. It's okay, we'll- I'll help you find your home." I blinked. Did Germany, the guy who seems to be a block of wood who goes crazy, did something kind? I knew Germany had a heart but this is just… I don't know.

" Yeah bella… it okay~" Italy said. Bella? Oh, I see. Bella is a name which is like s

weetheart and such. I just sat quiet. I wasn't crying anymore, but that doesn't mean I was upset. I want to go home.

…

For the next few days, Italy has spent more time with me. Germany finally gave up as putting us as his prisoners and we became his unwilling guests, well, for Italy anyway. Germany says I can stay as long as I want, that is until I found my home or found another one. Italy just doesn't want to leave because it's nice to stay here for him.

I doodled a lot more, trying to draw things which doesn't remind me of home. Italy also taught me how to draw better. Well, since of his renaissance time I expect he's good at art. I know I'm already artistic, not to brag, but I still need some practice. Italy helped me a lot. He also sometimes cooked pasta for me and Germany. I didn't really like pasta but Italy's pasta renewed my love for pasta. He's a good cook.

Italy also told me about his past too. Italy is apparently Roman Empire's grandson and has two brothers: his older brother Spain and his other brother Romano also known as Southern Italy. He used to live in wealth until he was bullied by the other states. Sooner or later, he was under the rule of Austria who made Italy his servant. Hungary who became 'calm' was fond of him. He was visited regularly by Spain but not so much of Romano. He also met Holy Roman Empire, who was living under Austria before going to conquer other countries. He and Holy Roman Empire were… well…

" Wait, you're not straight?" I asked Italy when he was telling me about Holy Roman Empire.

" What's straight?" Italy asked. " You mean like a straight line?"

" No, straight means not gay, not straight means you're gay." I told him.

" Um… Ve… At that time." Italy said, I gave him a strange look. Well, just let me say I don't really get gays or lesbians.

" But not now of course. I was then." Italy reassured me.

" So Holy Roman Empire was gay…" I said. Well that splashed my image of this Holy Roman Empire. I then thought hard, when did I hear Roman Empire before… oh, in Chibitalia. Oh, Holy Roman Empire taught Italy was a girl… poor guy… I wonder if he found out if Italy was a guy?

Then I thought of one common question: Did HRE become Germany later? One day I actually taught of it and actually research it. HRE was a german empire but I don't think it's Germany. HRE's hair is a sandy brown and Germany's a lemon blond. Plus I think if Germany was HRE's older self, Germany would have freaked out when he first met Italy.

Oh well, I guess these random thoughts are ways to distract myself from home.

Italy also has been trying his best to be good friends with Germany. He even wrote a song about it. He even asked me to help! Well I did some song writing and the song turned out… I have no idea what to say. Then Italy took a guitar, went up to Germany and said " Hey Germany I've written a song for you do you want to hear?"

" What, even though I'm your enemy? Okay, let me hear it." Germany said. Then I heard Italy strum the first chord. Oh no, this ain't going to be good. Because I heard the lyrics and I think it may end up offensive.

Guess what, the beginning seems nice for Germany but when it came to the end, he wrapped Italy in a package and sent him home by post. I didn't know what to do or say when Germany literally did it. I wonder how it feels like sitting in a post package? But Italy came back for me and Germany anyway. Wow, I wouldn't come back if Germany did that to me.

I can see why Germany would be so agitated. I mean, Germany is in dept. Apparently when Germany found Italy, it was nearing the end of WW1 and as we know, Germany lost. So he has to pay a huge sum to France. Guess what? He tried to earn money by selling cuokuo clocks. There was even one weird lady cuokuo clock too. And all the money goes to France. Wow, Germany is so nice to us, even when he's going through a hard time. Sometimes I help him to pay the gratitude.

" Um Kristina, you don't really have to help me." Germany said when I sat next to him, got the instructions and start to work.

" No, I want to help. You are going through a hard time yet you help me. So I should help you too. Besides there's nothing else to do." I told him. Germany smiled and we went back to work. Italy, being lazy and sleepy, didn't really help. I see why Germany is so annoyed about Italy. But sooner or later, I was also tired of cuokuo clocks. If I get my own house, I will NOT get a cuokuo clock.

Italy somehow managed to come back after Germany mailed him off, he asked for a request. Germany was calm, happy even, until Italy came in through the door (I have no idea how he got here) and asked if he could find a job since his country was poor. It took some time for Italy to get Germany's attention but when he did, he was immediately kicked out.

Then the second time, Germany looked more stressed than before, which was the reason I started helping him. Italy didn't dare come into a house this time. Germany yelled at Italy saying that he couldn't help him and Italy just begged for help. I pitied Italy, and some how, so did Germany. Germany looked at Italy sadly who was knocking at the window and said " Oh Italy…"

" Just let him work with us. I mean it would pay off your depts faster." I told Germany. Since then, Italy started working with us. It was nice to have some liveliness. But Germany was slightly annoyed by it. Soon, we were able to pay off the dept.

Soon, Germany was able to pay off his dept.

" Thank you you two. I don't know how I could do this without you. Somehow Italy, you managed to be of some help. Now I can try to sustain my country again." Germany said.

" So you won't be needing us anymore?" Italy asked, who is nearly close to tears.

" Well, yes." Germany said.

" Okay then! See you soon!" Italy said. Somehow, I calculated about 3 months since I got here, it wasn't an easy three months. Wait… three months?! I checked my calendar. Germany said it has been about twenty years but in my calendar it's only been about three months?! What is going on? I mean seriously.

" Hey Kristina!" Italy called me. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Italy. " Do you want to say at my place?"

" Um… Okay, sure!" I agreed happily. " Germany seriously needs to relax."

" I am relaxed!" Germany shouted.

" Okay, let me rephrase it ' leave you alone so you can sustain your country again'. Okay?" I said. Germany didn't complain this time. And then I took my things and I was off to Italy's home.

Oh… poor Kristina! What's going to happen at Italy's home? Who will she met this time? OH! I am so excited for the next chapter! Stay tune to find out! :D