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Chapter III

Chibitalia's P.O.V.

I felt better after France gave me that little pep talk. I was sitting with Spain listening to the wind with him. He said it's relaxing and you can just let go of your emotions and have not a care in the world. I found the letting go of your emotions part a little strange but it sounded pretty logical.

"Italy, would you like a churro?" Spain offered holding out the sugar coated cinnamon stick.

"Yes please~!" I replied taking the churro from him. He ruffled my hair while I munched on the churro softly, like how a bunny nibbles on a carrot. Romano came up to Spain and I.

"Hola, Romano~!" Spain sung.

"Hey…" Romano replied sounding very bored. Romano looked at me as my munching on the churro got louder, I looked happy as ever. "How you feeling, Italy?"

"I feel fine~!" I sung as if I were Spain, I guess when Spain sung he got that stuck in my head.

A few hours had passed by, it was storming. I was holding onto a tree about to cry. But I didn't dare even try to let go of the tree, I was holding on for dear life. The wind was starting to pick up; oh how I wish Holy Roman Empire was here to save me. The wind was blowing harder and my grip started to loosen up.

"Nyaa~! The wind's getting too strong!" I screamed as I let go. I was being thrown around by the wind, which was apparently stronger than me. My screams had gotten so loud finally Spain opened the door of my house.

"I-Italy!?" He covered his mouth seeming to be in shock that the wind had me high up in the air. There was a small crowd around the back of Spain. They seemed to be screaming to go get me, but Spain shook his hand. "Italy's too high up all we can do is watch…. I'm sorry…." That was the last I heard, I had gotten tired and passed out from being tossed around in the air and not to mention I was screaming at the top of my lungs.

I woke up in a warm bed. The room was empty, as I sat up the room seemed to have nice walls, but that was out of subject. The subject is where am I? How'd I get here? Am I dead? Am I dreaming? Who saved me? More importantly, why? Why would anyone have saved me, weak little Italy? Soon after a young boy walked in he wasn't very tall…. But who am I to talk? I'm shorter than most people. He had dark brown hair almost black in fact which complimented his fierce yet soft brown eyes.

"Hello, I'm Japan and I will be your host for the time being." He just gave a soft smile. Japan seemed to be the polite type he probably wouldn't even dare to be disrespectful. "May I know your name?" He seemed to be warm to strangers, quite odd might have to watch out, who knows if he wants to take my land.

"Oh my name's Italy. Pleased to meet you, Japan~!" I wasn't fully awake but for the most part I did know what I was saying. "If you don't mind can you tell me where I am?"

"Oh you're in Croatia." Japan seemed to be quick to answer my question.

"How'd I get here?" More questions seemed to be coming in as I got more answers.

"We found you on the shores of Croatia." Japan said. "But how did you end up in the Adriatic Sea?"

"The only thing I can tell you is that a wind literally swept me off of my feet…. And that's the only thing I really know…. Because I passed out…. I'm so very sorry…." I had really tried my best to remember but nothing.

"It's okay…. One question though… Do you have a family?" Japan asked out of curiosity.

I nodded. "A pretty big family too~!"

"Just get some sleep and we'll try to get you back to your family as soon as possible, okay?"

I nodded again. "Thank you…." I laid back down, tired as ever. Once Japan saw that I laid back down he left the room silently shutting the door behind him. That is all I remembered before falling into a peaceful sleep.

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