Hei people! Okai so this is not my first fanfiction. I had one similar to this on a previous account of mine, but there were some major haters who kept spamming me. So, here I am. Back with a better fanfic that I hope you will enjoy

So, as an introduction for this story, I just want to say that I did try to stay as historically correct as possible. There were just some things that I chose to change slightly due the the outline of my fic. If you are unhappy with the mistakes I made I am sorry. If they truly bug you then please inform me through a PM and I will try to fix it. But I may leave it due to important things in upcoming chapters. Please try not to leave any rude, insulting, or just idiotic comments. They will be deleted.

To clear some things up, yes this is a yuri fanfiction. Also, yes there will be mentions of rape/torture. If you do not like these things please stop reading now. I rated this fanfiction as M for a reason. For those of you who will read this. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the characters. They belong to their respective creator and owners.

Chapter One- New Friends Made and Independence Gained

The snow glistened in the midday sun as I layed there, beaten. The pure white world around me was slowly being stained with dark, red blood. My blood. In the distance, I could hear gunfire and shouting, but all I could focus on was the pain. The world was spinning and slowly fading into darkness. My mind raced as my heart started to slow down. Would this fight for my independence be my last? Was I going to die? As the last question slipped into my head, everything went dark.

I heard crackling, popping, and odd drumming sounds that hurt my ears. My chest hurt and my mind was still clouded. Was I still out in the snow in the middle of a war zone? No, I could feel a warm blanket covering me and smell the familiar smell of food being cooked somewhere nearby. This did little to comfort me, because at the moment I could be in anybody's house, and be at any country's mercy. One thought raced through my mind though, {..Please..Don't let it be Sweden.}

As I layed there, drifting in and out of consciousness, I felt someone move me. Try to get me to drink some water, and change my bandages, but I could not see them, and though their voice sounded familiar I could not place it in my head. Their words were muffled. It took me a few tries to open my eyes for me to realize that there was something covering them and most likely my ears too. Whoever had captured me obviously didn't want me seeing or hearing anything, or I had obtained a bad injury to my head. I couldn't figure out which scared me more.

I don't know how long I was like that, but one morning I woke up and the thing covering my eyes was gone. I was able to sit up slightly even though I was still very weak, but I needed to know where I was. What I saw next shocked me. I wasn't in some horrible dungeon filled with blood stains and chains. I was surrounded by posters of bands and flags all over the walls. That's when I heard a loud crash and the door to the room opened.

A blond haired teenager with bright blue eyes and a giant grin on her face walked in holding a bowl of what looked like soup. Her eyes widened when she saw that I was awake and her smile grew even larger. "Dude, you're finally awake?! Awesome! Now you can eat." She chuckled as she took another step into the room.

My heart raced as I realized who it was. "A-america?" I questioned as I sat straight up confused as to why I was in HER house, but that's where I made a mistake. As I sat up quickly, the room stayed in its original position. My heart pounded in my ears and the world went dark again. Just before I fully lost consciousness again, I heard a bowl drop to the floor, and felt someone catch me before I hit the hard, wooden floor next to the bed.

When I came to again, there was something next to me. I moved my hand closer to it and felt something soft. Looking over, I found that my hand was brushing up against a certain blonde's head. Sitting up slightly, (being careful not to pass out again), I saw that the usually loud and obnoxious American was fast asleep. I wondered at first how she could sleep like that, sitting in a chair bent over with her head on the bed. Then, I looked over to one of the walls in the room to see the time. A clock read three and by the darkness in the room I could tell it was early in the morning. My head started to spin again as a million questions rushed into it.

Why am I in America's house?

How long have I been here?

How long has she been sitting there watching over me?

…

What happened to my country?

I sighed and layed back down. There was nothing I could do in the state I was in. I could barely even sit up for a few seconds at a time, and honestly...I didn't feel like leaving. I was comfortable with someone I l-lo….a friend watching over me until I got better. Who was I to complain? But there was that part of me that said that it wasn't all okai...that I should be out in a battlefield right now. Fighting for my country. Not laying around having my c-cru…...friend watch over me like this. Those thoughts tormented me and kept me awake the rest of the night until a certain American woke up by falling out of the chair she was in.

"A-america are y-you alright?" I stammered as I watched her get up off the floor and brush herself off with a goofy grin on her face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. The hero can handle anything!" She laughed as she smiled down at me. That smile made my heart flutter, but it went back to normal when I saw blood starting to drip from America's nose.

"Y-your nose is bleeding A-america…" I wanted to panic and grab a tissue for her but I know that me moving would just cause more trouble. She quickly covered her nose and ran out of the room. Probably towards the bathroom. I sighed again and sat up, propping myself up against the headboard of the bed. That's when I finally got a look at the damage that had been done to my body during the battle.

My chest and stomach were wrapped in a thick layer of bandages and I could tell they were new. America must have changed them after I had fainted. I wanted to cry thinking about what could be under them. I am a country. Countries heal quickly, but sometimes we scar. Even though our scars fade, we still have to deal with them. They may fade from our eyes but they don't fade from our minds. Also, the one person who I would never want to see my scars has been changing my bandages and helping me to heal a wound that I don't even know how bad it is.

America re-entered the room an hour or so later. I didn't question where she had been but she had brought food with her again. As she sat the tray down in my lap with her signature grin, I realized how hungry I actually was. Being a country, I can go without food for a long period of time, and I have before, but that doesn't mean I don't get hungry and need it. I started eating the soup and bread she had given me and in almost no time it was gone. When I looked over at America she had a sort of worried look on his face. "Finland, when was the last time you ate?" She questioned me.

I blushed and looked down at the empty bowl slightly ashamed of myself. "It d-depends...h-how long have I b-been here?"

America looked away from me and at the wall nearby, "A week."

I sighed, "I-its been a month t-then."

She quickly looked at me and her mouth dropped open, "What?! You haven't eaten in a month?!"

I kept staring down at the empty bowl, "T-the war was getting bad, and f-food rations w-were already getting low. I stopped eating for a while s-so that my soldiers could." I looked up to see a look of concern cover America's face, and a flash of something else but I couldn't tell what it was before it was gone.

She stood up and took the tray from my lap, "I'm going to get you some more food."

"Y-you don't have to do that A-america! I'll be fine, really!" I said quickly. I didn't want her to have to go through any more trouble for me.

Giving me her signature smile, she walked out the door and chuckled, "It's no problem at all. Oh, by the way you can call me Amelia." I was lost for words by what she had just told me. As countries our human names are not something we just give to each other willingly. There has to be a large amount of trust between two countries for them to share their human names. Why would she just tell me her name like that?

I waited for not even ten minutes before she was back with more food. This time it was a sandwich and some sort of brown sauce that I couldn't figure out what it was. I ate the sandwich and was a little wary of the brown, sludge-like stuff until Amer….Amelia chuckled, "It's called pudding. I thought they had stuff like this in your country." I took a small bite of it and realized what it was. My face turned bright red at my stupidity.

"It's j-just been a while since I've seen any," I muttered before taking another bite. I guess Amelia thought I had eaten enough because as soon as I was done, she left and didn't come back for an hour or two. When she finally did come back, she had a first aid kit in her hand and a slight blush on her face.

"Um, Finland I have to change your bandages...I don't think you want your wound to get infected." She set the first aid kit into the chair by the bed.

"A-alright." I said shyly. I knew I wouldn't be able to change the bandages myself, so I couldn't argue with her. Plus, I wanted to know how badly I was injured.

She helped me sit up so I wouldn't be sitting against anything and she could easily bandage me. I wondered how she had managed to do it while I was asleep. After making sure I could sit up by myself, she took out a pair of scissors and started cutting away the bandages. Every inch that fell away made my heart drop lower into my stomach. I closed my eyes until I felt the last of the bandages fall away. My heart pounded as I opened my eyes to see a long row of stitches starting from the bottom of one of my breasts leading down to my belly button, and my skin already starting to heal up. My jaw dropped and even Amelia looked surprised.

"It….didn't look like this before….I stitched your wound up but it was still really bad." Amelia stammered.

Looking at her I barely managed to ask, "W-what has been going on in my country?"