Adventures In Hetalia Land

By Waterrain

Chapter Thirteen

Why Red Hearts

America woke up, his head was throbbing in pain, and he sat up. The blond noticed right away he was on something soft and a bed was beneath him.

"Why am I on a bed?" America wondered as he glanced around the area. "I was being dragged away by Russia and I was in the white sea, but now I'm inside of a bedroom of some sorts."

'I wonder how Arthur is doing right now.' America thought and he stood up. 'Is he still in the white sea swimming? Is he alright? I tease him a lot, but I do care about Arthur. What if he is still out there in the white sea? What if something happened to him? It's my fault because I just had to swim in the sea..If only I had stayed on land then Arthur would still be by my side….Where are you, Arthur? Are you still alive or not?'

"Get ahead of yourself, Alfred. I can't let myself panic right now. I have to escape from this place and then find Arthur." America whispered to himself and he closed his eyes while clenching his fists. "I hope he is okay."

'If anything happens to him. It's all my fault for I made him jump into the deep hole which brought us here because I held his hand and jumped in.' America briefly thought and he opened his eyes. 'I should have left Arthur behind…It's all my fault for being an idiot by holding his hand and jumping into the hole. I should have jumped in all by myself.'

The blond looked at a mirror, he blinked his blue eyes, and noticed that his outfit has changed. He was wearing a long silky layered light blue skirt which went down to his ankles, a long sleeved black shirt with red hearts covering it, frilly white socks an inch above his ankles, and America lifted up the shirt to see a white sports bra with little red hearts.

"What the hell?" America said quietly and his eyes were wide in shock. "Who the hell changed my outfit? Why red hearts?"

He pulled up his skirt and saw frilly white panties that also have tiny red hearts. America frowned to himself, released an irritated sigh, and decided not to ponder on who had dressed him.

"I have to find a way out of here." America muttered as he tried opening the door, but it was locked from the outside. "I have to get out of here and find Arthur. Where is he at the moment? Is he alive? Is he frightened and alone?"

America bit down on his lip, shook his head, and tried to focus on the task before him which is escaping.

'Maybe something inside of this room will help me.' America thought as he walked away from the door and it was dark in the room, but he dared not turn on the light. 'Hopefully there is something useful in here for me to use..The door is made of steel and I can't break down steel doors…I can break down normal doors, but not steel ones.'

"I'll get of here and look for Arthur." America said to himself in a determined voice, but then thought what if Russia also captured Arthur. "If that bastard hurts Artie then I'll make him pay for hurting Arthur. No one hurts Arthur and get's away with it."

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