Chapter 10
"Guam! Oh God, I killed her, didn't I?" America's loud voice sounded right in my ear, making them start to ring. His voice was starting to give me a headache.
"She's not dead, she's still breathing." I heard Germany's voice too. What was he doing here? I thought he was with Italy and Romano…
"Chica, are you alright?" I heard Spain's voice too. Who all was here?
"I-" I started before slowly opened my eyes to see five faces staring over me, although in Romano's case it was more of a glare.
"Good, you're avake. America brought us here right as you vent under." Germany explained.
"O-oh…" I sighed, raising a hand to my forehead to try and settle the pounding in my skull.
"When we pulled you two out, you kind of looked like sand monsters!" Italy said in his usual cheery voice.
"Sand… monsters?"
"Yeah, you vere all sandy and muddy. You might vant to vash it off." Germany advised. "Ve saw a pond a little vhile from here."
"Right." I muttered and tromped through the bushes to the pond Germany was talking about. I cautiously scooped a little bit of the water in a sorry attempt to wash off the caked mud that was everywhere on me. It was disgusting, but once I applied water it came off pretty easily. Although, my clothes were pretty much ruined, but I didn't really care.
I sighed and looked at my reflection in the pond. There wasn't that much sand on my face or in my hair. My reflection looked same as ever, give or take.
The pond began to ripple, as if someone threw something in like a pebble or a leaf. I watched as my reflection shifted before stilling once more. Something was off about my reflection now though… my hair was light brown… and my skin was paler, and my eyes were coal black. That couldn't be right… I had black hair and blue eyes. Unless…
No, it couldn't be. I wasn't even a real country. I couldn't have one. That isn't possible. Or… or is it? Did I have a 2p? And an even bigger question, why was she here?