Author's Note: This chapter was fun. It illustrates a concept/headcannon I have about Hetalia that I finally get to be able to use! I'll explain it fully at the end of the chapter. For now, let's get a glimpse into Faroe's first day.

Chapter 2: Awakening and Realizations

Birds. The calls of birds.

That's my first memory of when I was born.

And waves! The sound of waves crashing. I remember that too.

And the wind, such strong wind! It was so cold that morning, yes, I was born in the morning. I remember curling up in my gown to get warm. Oh, that's right! I was laying down.

The ground.

It was soft, because I was laying on grass and it was then that I finally opened my eyes.

It was blurry, and all I could see was gray. I rubbed at my eyes hoping for clarity. When my vision finally cleared, I found myself on a hill. Where am I? I thought as I looked around, eying the grass and the gray space above me.

What is that? I questioned.

Sky.

I recognized the word. Then, suddenly, words like clouds, sun, day, and rain rang through my head, but they didn't make sense. Still, I was able to answer my own question. That was good. I looked down at the rugged shoreline and the tide coming in with harsh waves. What did that mean, waves?

Water, ocean, island.

More words.

Rocks, sand, beach.

And more. They began to make some sense, but I figured out that I was on an island. I was still answering my own questions, so that was still good.

Birds.

I looked up. Birds circled above, calling to each other in indiscriminate squeaks. I wondered for a second, was I a bird? I mused at their flapping wings, as they flew across the sky.

I then tried to flap my arms and fly.

That didn't work too well, so I tried jumping up and down.

That didn't quite work either.

I looked down at my arms and saw them covered with white oversized sleeves. I lifted one up, when suddenly another appendage poked out of it. There was one in the other sleeve too. I almost screamed when I heard,

Hands. Those are hands. It still didn't explain why they were there.

They're attached to you. Birds don't have these.

I started to understand.

You are not a bird, and you can't fly either.

I was a bit bummed out at the realization, but then I wondered, if I wasn't a bird, then what exactly was I? Reflection, water, face. The words seemed to relate to each other then. I glanced at the ocean, which was water, but I couldn't comprehend reflection and face.

Go. See.

I was suddenly up on my feet, which wasn't much of a difference to me sitting, so I guessed that I wasn't that big. I wobbled a little bit, trying to find balance. It was the first time I was actually standing. However, as I was standing there, I wasn't quite sure what to do next.

Walk. Step.

I moved forward, and promptly fell. Fuming, I stood back up and took a much slower step, and was able to find my equilibrium and took another step, and another, and another. Soon, I found myself at the beach.

See. Reflection.

I walked closer to the tide, that seemed to calm down the closer I got to it. I knelt down, my knees sinking into the sand, and looked into the water. I understood then. What I saw was a reflection of my face, and I was definitely not a bird. My eyes were dark colored. They were brown. See, look, observe. Cheeks. They were red from the wind. Air, blows, cold. So was my nose. Smell, sniff, savor. My mouth was small, and I opened it revealing white things inside. Teeth! They were my teeth. Talk, eat, bite. On top of my head, was a mop of golden strands going down to my neck. It was my hair! Blonde, brush, grow. Everything was making sense! Finally, I knew what I was. I was human! Person, being, living. I felt a rumbling from my throat; it startled me for a moment. Laughter, amusement, happiness. I continued to laugh, when I realized something else was still missing.

Who am I?

I sat for a moment in utter silence, when a word flashed through my head, but it was different than all the other ones I had heard before. I listened for it again, thinking I was mistaken, but it was the same one that repeated. I didn't know what it meant or what it had to do with me, but it felt as if it was bound to me, so much so I had to say it out loud.

"Fa...roe."

A/N: Hello! Thank you for reading! This was an interesting this to write. Here's a little explanation for why this was happening. You see, I believe that nations are born with inherent basic knowledge to survive on their own before they start their formal development as nations. The problem is that all the knowledge has to be processed simultaneously, while still being in the bodies of small toddlers/children, meaning they still have that same child-like mindset until they begin to grow or interact with other nations. Meaning they can understand some concepts immediately, but struggle to figure out other one. Hence, little Faroe's difficulty with her hands, but not with the birds. I hope that cleared that up a bit. Does that make sense at all? I don't know it was something interesting I wanted to try out. Next chapter: Faroe finally meets Denmark and Norway! Let's see how well that goes...Leave a review with what you think! Anything you want to see later, anything to improve? I'm all ears, so long as you're nice about it! P.S. If you're a free beta reader, PM me please!