Feliciana's Point of View
I just woke up on a hard bumpy surface. I can feel a horrible pain pulsing from my leg. I am barely able to push myself up but I am able to manage it so I painfully and slowly push myself up. I open my eyes then close them again, not willing to see the horrible sight filled with dead bodies and rubble that was everywhere. I'm scared. I wish that this was just a bad dream. I touch my leg where the throbbing is the worst and I cry out in pain. That tells me that this isn't a dream. Now I need to find my brothers and my sister. I just hope they survived...
I stand up and lean against the nearest large pillar. I can't walk without nearly passing out with pain.
"Germany! Germany!" I cry out to no one, trying to see if the woman who had always come to my aid would come now. No one came. My stomach aches and I wish for yummy pasta with pasta sauce but I know none will come. I don't care because someone will come to help me...Right? Someone always comes to save me and my brother, so someone will come now, won't they?
No one was coming. I put my head in my hands and cried. I cried for all the people who died in that explosion, I cried for all my friends who were either dead, seriously injured, or alive and looking for survivors, I cried for myself at being stuck in the ruins of Rome, Italy, I cried for anything sad that I could think of.
Germany must be alive. She was always resourceful and strong so she must have survived! She must be looking for other survivors, right? I thought. My head was still in my hands when someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up at the smiling woman with long brown hair and a tattered dress on and I leaped on her, still crying about everything.
"Miss Hungary! I-I was so afraid that everyone was, that everyone was...d-dead!" I said through choked sobs. She patted me on the back gently and talked in a comforting tone.
"It's okay Feliciana, everything is okay now. It's alright." She said as she sat us both down on the ground and I leaned against her and after a few more minutes of crying I fell asleep on her. I woke up under a tattered but still useable blanket on a mattress. The softness was nice compared to the hard ground I had been on. I noticed that I was in a building that had mostly survived the explosion and I heard humming coming from somewhere else in the structure. I sat up and got on the ground. Then I remembered that I had an injured leg and I hopped on one sore leg to the room where the humming was coming from. Miss Hungary was making some food. I noticed how hungry I was and I carefully sat down and waited for her to finish making it.
It now occurred to me that Miss Hungary must have carried me here from where I had woken up and I found that very kind of her rather than just leaving me there to die. I made a point to thank her later. I looked at my injured leg and pulled up the pant leg, prepared for the worst. It was all red and swollen and it was covered in a dark brown, hard substance and a piece of brown covered white had been pushed through my skin. I grimaced and pushed the pant leg down, not willing to look at the horrid injury and I immediately begin to think about how yummy pasta is, forgetting my situation entirely. Then Miss Hungary sat down with 2 plates full of pasta with pasta sause.
"Here you go Feliciana!" she said while handing me a plate. I gladly take it and happily begin to eat the delicious food. I finished it quickly.
"Thank you so much Miss Hungary!" I said cheerfully as I held out my plate. "May I have seconds?" Miss Hungary smiled.
"Oh course!" she said happily but then she became very serious. "But only today because we only have so much food and pasta and the sauce as well go bad pretty quickly. Also because you haven't eaten for who knows how long. You're as thin as a rail!" she said, her smile brightening up the room. She handed me the plate and I ate that too. Then I was full and she had the last serving of the pasta.
"Thank you again Miss Hungary!" I said cheerfully.
"You're welcome Feliciana!" she said kindly. "Now let's have a look at that leg of yours, shall we?" I nodded and squeezed my eyes shut as she lifted up my pant leg. I don't want to see it. It's to hideous. Miss Hungary gasped at what she saw, confirming my thought that it was really bad. "Well we'll have to fix that...Where's the Brit when you need him..."
"Are you talking about Arthur?" I asked. Why would she need Arthur? I thought.
"Yes because he knows magic or whatever it is. I bet he would be able to heal that horrid wound on you leg. I bet his sister could do it too" Miss Hungary said.
"Really?! That's really cool!" I said. Then I got confused. "Wait, which sister, the British one or the one with the braid?" I asked. I only remember that the girl with the braid was talked to my brother a lot.
"Um...I guess both." Miss Hungary said uncertainly. Then I heard her shuffle and then there were footsteps that got quieter with each step. Then they stopped for a moment then got louder again. I heard her sit down next to me and a click followed. I'm pretty sure that it was a first aid kit. "I'm sorry Feliciana but this is going to hurt. A lot. I'm really sorry." Miss Hungary said. I gulped. Then she had me lay down on the floor just in case I passed out. The she started to carefully push the bone back into my body. I nearly screamed because the pain was so great. My eyes opened themselves so I got a flash of color. Then everything went black.