Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Hetalia in any way- shape nor form.
2
Crap, An American
"SHE'S GONE!"
He somewhat regretted picking up the phone.
"Alfred, calm down and tell me exactly what's wrong?" England groaned.
"I was walking around when Penny came running up to me! Mary's gone! We searched everywhere for her!"
"Okay, okay, calm down." England muttered, "Did she leave anything behind? A note, maybe?"
"Uhm," He heard rustling like America was moving things around, "Yeah!"
"What does it say?"
"Give me a minute!" More rustling then a yelp- which caused Arthur to roll his eyes. "Okay, then! Here it is: 'Dear Papa, sorry for leaving on such short notice but I couldn't let you catch me. Don't worry- I'll be back. Don't know when but whatevs. Like you, I'm the hero, so I can do this! Anyway, I'm off exploring so see ya whenever! Love ya daddy! From, Ava.'"
"Don't worry, America, I'll go and search the other countries."
"Pleeeeease, find her, Artie!"
England once again rolled his eyes as he hung up the phone. He then stood up and stretched, deciding to search Germany first.
"Ve~ Ve~ Germany! Germany!~"
Germany groaned as the knocking only sped up after a minute. He grumbled as he got out of his chair and swung open the door.
"Italy, what do you..." He only trailed off when he spotted that Italy wasn't alone.
A young girl was standing behind him, nonchalantly looking around the place. Sea blue eyes marking every crack and nail, while she subconsciously played with the him of her black tank top that was placed over top of a lighter shade of black long-sleeved t-shirt. Black combat boots went slightly over her black pants as she aimlessly rocked back and forth. Short black hair bounced, with the dark red ends, on her shoulders.
"Germany~!" Italy shouted, glomping his taller friend, "This is Avara Riley!"
The girl's attention was put onto the German and she allowed a small smile, "Hiya!"
Crap, Germany thought to himself, An American...
"Hello," Ludwig nodded.
"Ve~ We're all friends now!" Italy cheered, letting go of Germany to glomp Avara. Avara let out a small laugh and awkwardly patted the Italian's back.
"Alvright, Italy," Germany mumbled, pulling his young ally off the girl, "Vet her breath."
"Then let's make paaastaaa~!" Italy said, grabbing Avara's right hand and dragging her into Germany's house. Germany grumbled once more, knowing today was gonna be a loooong day.