Disclamer: I don't own hetalia.
A note, they are not speaking English, so all bold is what it would be if it were translated. Italic is thought. (A/Ns don't count...you can pretend though...)
Ritan came to with a feeling of dread. She shot up in her bed with a start and found herself in a very strange room. It appeared to be a large tent, only two beds inside. The larger of the two beds had a small girl lying in the middle, she appeared to be sleeping. She appeared clean and about the same size as Ritan. She was turned away so the only detail Ritan could see was that the girl had hair that looked like a really light brown or like a very dirty blonde.
With this, Ritan focused on her own state. She felt okay and seemed unharmed, but was confused. She couldn't remember why she woke with so much dread; then it hit her. The last thing she remembered was the island going down. Into the water, and she couldn't swim.
But that couldn't be right. She still felt very much alive; then again, she had also never been dead before.
With this, she decided to look around more, but before she could notice much, a tall, blonde lady walked in. The first thing Ritan noticed was that the door was behind the mystery woman. The second was her appearance.
She had on what appeared to be animal skin, brown with fur around her neck and arm holes. It seemed like it wasn't very thick, and probably wasn't meant for the cold. She had a belt around her waist that was a darker brown, only out done by her pants, and only by a shade. Her pants appeared to be a different fabric, but Ritan had no idea what it was. The lady also had on what looked like boots, but they were made of a scaly looking materiel. The lady was looking at Ritan with concern, with light violet eyes."
Then she spoke. Ritan had no idea what she said; it was in a language unknown to her. Ritan was about to voice as much, when she realized something important. She didn't know how, or at least, she couldn't remember. The lady seemed to realize something.
"Ritan."
Ritan recognized that. She knew it was hers. She would have cried in joy if she still wasn't so scared. The lady spoke again.
"Ritan is your name," the lady pointed to Ritan, then to herself, "Tali is my name, Tali."
Then the lady gestured to the sleeping girl.
"Atlanti is her name."
It clicked to Ritan; the lady was called Tali, and the girl, Atlanti.
"Ritan, speak. Have words?" Rita thought the words the lady spoke were funny. So she responded.
"Ritan," she motioned to herself. Then she decided to copy the lady. "Have words, is speak! Name a your her."
It was then Tali knew the child forgot her language. She had shared the same phrases she spoke with the island. Ritan was a branch of Atlantian after all, so Tali promised to herself that she would teach the young island Atlantian. She would have taught her Ritan too, but the older nation knew little very of it- only really enough to introduce her self.
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