Ciao, I'm back! Sorry about the wait, anyway, on with the chapter!
Disclaimer: i don't own hetalia
Chapter 3
Someone was poking my arm.
"Is she dead? So not awesome," says a man I practically idol.
"Ugh, Mia. It's Saturday. You know you can't wake me up 'til dinner," I mumble while sleepily rubbing my eyes.
"Uh, Lani," that voice made my eyes snap open.
"Miracle, Gissel! I had the greatest dream ever!" I exclaim, hugging my best friends.
"Yay! Germany, she's OK!"
I look at my friends and simply say, "It wasn't a dream." They shake their heads. "And those are the hetalia guys." Nods. "You know what I'm about to do." They quickly cover their ears to muffle the scream while the hetalia guys briefly lose their hearing.
"Wait! If the hetalia guys exist, does that mean Prussia does, too?" I ask hopefully.
"Yes, the awesome me is here," says the albino ex-nation.
"Oh my god. This the best day ever," I say trying not to faint again.
"Well, I think you're fine," says Hungary. "Why did you faint anyway?"
"Hm? Well, the last thing I remember is seeing Romano and thinking that I could die happily right there," I thought aloud, not realizing that everyone could hear me.
"Aaaw! You look like a tomato, Roma," cooes Spain causing the ever-irritated Italian to blush even more.
"Shut up, tomato bastard."
"Yeah, that's what did it," I say beaming at the red-faced Italian. Then I remembered. "Where's Canada?"
"Who?" all the nations say in unison.
"Me! I'm Canada!" whisper-yells a blond nation with a small polar bear.
"Aaaw! You're even cuter in real life," I exclaim as the nation smiles from being recognized. Happily, I drag my best friends out of the conference room.
So I'm really sorry it took me longer than I planned to get this chapter in. Please send me feedback. It seems boring and I don't know how to fix it!
Grazie!
