A/N: Hallo, hoe gaat het?
For those non-Dutch speakers: Hi, how are you?
Well, I hope you're having a good day, because I'm not.
Also, there will also be an Atlantis chapter soon.
All of my surroundings were dark and wet. My teeth chattered and the rest of my body shivered. My insides were screaming at me to get away. I heard the muted sound of water lapping against the rock that my bleeding weak fingers were clinging to. The darkness was so deep I couldn't see the moss that was brushing my eyelashes when I blinked. There wasn't even a lighter density of darkness that would help me to discern the solid from the air. I scrambled across the edge of the rock and tried to find something to stand or lay on. My feet occasionally dipped into the cold water as I found my way. My feet finally touched rock and I fell onto it, exhausted. My knees scraped and I felt my skin peeling on the rough stone.
"What are you doing here, child?" I heard a man's voice and felt the light of a torch on my face. I opened my eyes to see a man, blonde, standing in a tunic. "I'm afraid you'll have to die. No one must see my appearance." He held a sword to my throat and I looked up to see a dark haired man almost floating over his shoulder.
"Are you sure Germania?" The brown haired man asked and the blonde one jumped. "She's cute. We should keep her." The blonde one, Germania, turned his head fast. A thin braid flicked around with his head and he stared at the dark haired one.
"If we kept them every single time you said that, we'd have a whole cave-full of women." Germania sighed angrily. He looked back down at me. "Now die."
He thrust the sword down, into my windpipe, leaving my to die drowning in my own blood.
"What a shame. She was pretty." I heard the brown haired one say as I choked.
My eyes silently flew open and I gazed at my own bed and my own comforter.
And no one else.
I closed my eyes in relief and silently lifted myself off the pillow.
I saw Russia.
He had his back to me. There were thick scars stretching over his back and shoulders. Some were dark streaks of skin and others were light scar tissues. Also, there was deep slashes in his skin which were also scars. They were huge versions of the one on my forehead and the one that would form on my jaw.
He pulled a shirt over his shoulders and turned to see me, propped up on one elbow, staring at him.
"Good morning." He said sweetly.
I suddenly felt panicked and he saw that panic.
"No need to worry, I slept in that chair." He pointed to the chair in the corner of the room. I sighed in relief and squinted my eyes at him.
"Can you leave?" I asked as I knew I was only in my bra and boxers. Plus the bandages that I needed to change.
"Da," He nodded and ducked out the door.
I pulled the covers off me and winced at the severe pain in my leg and face.
I sat on the edge of the mattress, hunched over, staring at my pale, bruised, hands.
My eye hurt as well, from the "surgery" the medics preformed. I patted the bandages and looked down at my hands. The calluses on my palms and blisters didn't stand out as much as they did before. They weren't as yellow as before.
I saw a silver streak of hair swing in front of my good eye.
That was the first time I'd ever missed my platinum blonde hair.
My head snapped around when a sharp knock on the door brought me to my senses.
"Are you awake still?" I heard America's voice from behind the door. He sounded tired.
"Yes, I'll be out in 40 minutes." I said as I rubbed my temples from the sudden pain of the hangover I was about to experience.
"Alright. France has commandeered the chair in the sitting room. Canada has also packed some of your bags." He said before I heard him walk away.
I then realized that I'd be staying with America and Canada until Prussia had me go off to wherever he wanted me to be.
Picking myself off the bed, I grabbed the crutches on the ground and made my way to the bathroom. I wobbled out of my clothing and bandages. For some reason, I had bandages tightly wrapped around my stomach, like my ribs had seen broken.
I shrugged and slowly unwrapped the bandages on my leg. When I was done I cleaned the gore from it and hopped into the shower and turned the cold water on.
I flushed my eye in the cold water and flushed my other wounds. My leg started to bleed freely and I didn't even try to stem the flow of the blood.
The water was lightly tainted red as it swirled down the drain. I knew that the wound was healthy because it bled freely. I stood in the shower, thinking about each of my dreams in the last few days.
All of the Atlantis dreams. When I was running from the teenage boy and ran into Japan. When I was walking through a forest and France killed me. When I was pregnant. When a blonde haired man slit my throat.
I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a towel. I looked at the cut on my face and saw that it was already healing. I applied medicine and put a small bandage on it.
I had kept my eye closed for most of this time and put more cloth over it too.
As I stared at my reflection, I traced the scar on my forehead. I would have two more just like it soon, one on my leg and one on my jaw.
While I walked back into my room, I saw the dark gray dress on the bed. I tugged it over my head and stumbled into the sitting room. I saw France with his head lolled back in a chair, America with his head down on the table, and Russia in the kitchen.
"You didn't bandage your leg?" Russia asked, and I looked down at the blood freely flowing onto the carpet.
"I'll go do that." I said in a rush and hurried back into the bathroom.
I used a black towel to staunch the red liquid and wrapped up my leg. When I was done I came back out, only to crash into Canada as he carried a large duffel bag from my closet.
I tumbled over him and, in the end, was lying next to him.
"Ow." Canada sighed and I looked to see him with his shoulder crumpled awkwardly underneath him.
"Are you alright?" I asked slowly, through my headache. He nodded and we helped each other off the floor.
"France told me what to pack you. You were the one we were afraid to wake up." I kicked the bag at his feet. "If you could go through it, you could see what you would leave out and what you would add."
"That would be the best. Though, I hate having to be watched over, it takes my feeling of privacy away." I said as I pushed the bag behind me, into my room. Canada nodded again and walked down the hall to talk to the guys.
I sat down on my bed to see what was in the bag.
There wasn't much I had to add. Just intimate apparel and a few things. The small amount of jewelery in my nightstand, the music box from my top shelf, and some things from the bathroom.
I dragged the bag to the living room and bent down to stroke Alta. She squealed and rubbed her head on my leg.
I slipped Cameo out of her tank and around my neck.
"Are those your only two pets?" America asked, seeming to have recovered from his stooper. On closer inspection, he was only suppressing the pain.
"Yes." I answered simply as I picked up my bag. "France, can you start a fire?" I asked as I saw him shift his head.
"In the fireplace?" He opened his eyes and I saw that they were red, like he'd just gotten smashed out of his mind.
Because he did.
"No. In my bedroom." I said sarcastically. "Of course in the fireplace." He smiled and I saw the small crow's feet growing around the corners of his eyes. He was closer to 30 than 20.
"Alright." He sighed. "Why?" He asked as he stuck a match.
"You remember what happened last night." He nodded and adjusted the bandage on his left cheekbone. "I don't want that to happen. I have some more enemies and they're smarter than the others." I pulled some things from cupboards in the kitchen. I upended everything to get to something that might be enough to convict me.
I threw the evidence into the fire and sighed as I saw it catch fire and die away.
"That was interesting." France sighed as he rubbed his head.
"There's more. Toss me my bag." I ordered. He did so, and I opened it up. I stared throwing things into the fire, like papers from school or things from past drug deals. "Huh," I was surprised when I pulled my chemistry book out of my bag. "I've been looking for this for six months."
Cameo squealed and I stroked her head. The bag was half as heavy after I was done cleaning it out.
"I think everyone would like breakfast." America sighed as I dropped my bag by the door.
"Bien sûr que non!" France exclaimed. "Not if your making it!" He was a picky eater, never eating anything from America or Britain or Russia. He wouldn't eat much food from anywhere.
"I was going to ask you to make breakfast." America said, eyes wide. France nodded and turned around to see the rest of the room.
Russia had left and Canada had his head down.
"We should get going." America mumbled. I nodded and took the gun off the counter and placed it inside my dress. I also took the army knife out of my bag and strapped it around my leg. I took magazine for the gun and tucked it into my hair, which I had tied up in a ponytail.
"Equipped enough?" Canada asked groggily.
"I wish I had more, but this will do." I responded and smiled.
We all silently prepared to leave for the next half hour. Alta hopped into my mailbag as I picked it up.
"Are you going to miss this hotel?" France asked as I stared back at the tulips in the pots and the flowers in vases.
"I'm going to miss all the things I'll be leaving behind." I sighed as we entered the elevator.
"You could have taken some of it. You didn't have to leave all of it." America said smugly. I rounded on him.
"I have to leave everything behind when I move locations. Every time." I jabbed his chest with my finger. "I'm illegal if you couldn't tell. If police were to find me, I'd be dead." I spat at him. He stared at me for a few seconds.
"You're... illegal?" He asked slowly. I sighed and rubbed my forehead. My headache had left me for some of the morning, but had returned in full tilt.
"According to all record of my past, I don't exist." I fumed. "I've never been born, I've never gone to school, I've never lived at all." I calmed down at looked at him. "At least in the UK. I exist in my country and a few others. I exist in Spain and Belgium. But if the police were to figure out that I'm not on file, they'd track me down and bust me during a deal. Or something like that." I raised my eyebrows and looked up at him.
He was at least ten inches taller and maybe 50 pounds heavier. I could easily beat him though. He rubbed the bandages on his wrist, it must have been aching from the cut in it.
"Do you exist in America?" He asked. That was the first time I'd ever heard him refer to his country as a country instead of himself.
"I've never been there." I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck.
The doors opened out of the elevator and we all stepped out into the lobby.
We walked past the front desk and Canada poked my side.
"Aren't you going to turn in your key?" He asked.
"They don't know who I am; I'll be fine." I sighed and walked through the doors into the cold winter sun. "And if I don't pay, it'll save me about 27,000 dollars."
France bid us goodbye and slipped down the same alleyway as Spain a few days ago.
"We're staying a few blocks from here. We actually have quite a few pets." Canada said cheerfully as we walked through the street.
"Only three." America said, almost annoyed.
"Mr. Kujimori and his two pets." Canada whispered, and I chuckled. He jogged slightly ahead to say something to America.
I stared dreamily at the sky until a loud screeching brought me to my senses.
I turned my head to see America with his heel on the front bumper of a car. He had his hands in his pocket like he hadn't just stopped a car with his foot. I stood with wide eyes for a few seconds before I hobbled across the street. The man in the driver's seat had blonde hair and glasses. My mind found something odd about. I recognized him in some way.
"Stop stopping cars with your feet." Canada told him once he caught up.
"She'd be dead if I hadn't." He cocked his thumb at me.
"Thank you America." I sighed as we reached a large hotel.
"That's because I'm the hero." America sighed as he walked through the doors. I rolled my eyes and pulled my aching body through the doors. Canada followed.
"Hello young sirs." The receptionist waved to us. "Who is this? Your girlfriend?" She teased. I thought I saw America turn one shade redder but it must have been my imagination. He smiled at her and walked into the nearest elevator.
We went to the top of the hotel in silence and walked off in the same manner.
America opened the door and we stepped inside.
The dark blue walls surrounded me at first until I saw the white wall the the door was on. The blue had small white specks in it. There was paintings hanging on the walls and a large TV against a wall. The kitchen was open to the rest of the penthouse. There was a hallway that probably went down to bedrooms.
"This place is so much cooler than mine." I said as I looked around.
There was dishes in the sink, which annoyed me. I itched to clean them up, but controlled that urge.
"There's one room left, it's at the end of the hall." Canada led me past America as he talked. "It's next to his." He nodded to America. I nodded and he brought me to a room with gray walls and a medium sized bed. There was a door, presumably to a bathroom, on the wall on the right.
"It's nice." I said as I hobbled over to the bed. Canada set down my bag and smiled as he backed out of the room.
I opened up the mailbag and Alta hopped out. She hopped through the door and down the hall. Cameo stayed quiet as I set her on the bedside table.
"I'm exhausted." I sighed and stretched out of the bed. "Good night, Cameo." I sighed as I closed my eyes.
"It isn't night time."
I didn't recognize that voice.