Hello everyone! Even if it has almost 0 views, I really like it! So thanks if you like it was well. My friend is the main character, and I'm the character Sydney. (I do look like that!) I really like that name. I used it as Carribia's human name. *hint* So anyway, this is the second chapter. I expect to have a lot of them…
I groaned. "What happened?" My head was pounding, and my eyes felt glued shut. All I remembered was…the light! "Ah!" I yelped, sitting straight up and banging my forehead into something hard. "Ouch!" Another voice yelled, and I fell down with a thump onto the floor. I groaned again and sat up. Syd was doing the same a few feet away. "Ow," she muttered, rubbing her head. She stood up, then offered me a hand. I took it, and looked around. We were in a small room, grey walls, ceiling, and a wood floor. A bunk bed, and a small door that looked like it would lead to a bathroom. The heavy iron door looked locked. I looked at my friend for an explanation. She shrugged. "I woke up before you, and checked the room. There's nothing. No food. No note. Zip. Zero. Nada. Nothing." I nodded. "So…a light. We blacked out, now we're here." "Yup. But this is so cool! We could have been captured by aliens, or been sucked into the 2p dimension." "Or been captured by rapists," I muttered. "I'm trying to be positive!" "Being sucked into the 2p dimension is not being positive." I shot back, relieved for something to do.
"Oh please, you're as bad as Alfred." A new voice joined us from the doorway. A man stood there, kinda short, green eyes, messy blond hair. Huge eyebrows. Sydney was standing there, mouth wide open, gaping at the guy. I nudged her. "Dude? You know this guy?" She gave me a withering look, as though I had said something stupid. The man in the doorway waited patiently. "No, I don't think I know you. Why do you ask her?" Sydney turned to me, exasperated. "Ok. You must have a concussion. Think for a bit. Who do we know that has bushy eyebrows, green eyes, a british accent, and blond hair. Think about it!" I thought. Then it came to me. "What? You mean-" She slapped a hand over my mouth. "Yeah. I mean that." She carefully took her hand off my mouth, meaning I was free to gape as well. He was… "How is this possible?" I thought aloud. Syd shrugged. "Don't look at me." The guy in the doorway straightened. "Well. If you all are not going to answer me, then I guess I'll leave. I'll be back in a little bit with some…acquaintances of mine." With that, he shut the door and walked out.
When the door shut, Sydney turned to me with an annoyed look on her face. "How could you not recognise him? How?" "Jeez. Calm down. Last time I checked, he was an anime character!" "Good point. Now, back to the problem at hand. We're in a anime!" "Oh. Right." I noticed Syd counting down on her fingers. "Three. Two. One." "Oh my god we're in an anime!" She nodded. "How are you not freaking out?" "Because. I'm freaking out inside. I might explode if I let it out. 'Cause it's so awesome." "Yeah! You know it!" We laughed, and for a moment everything seemed normal.
We were laughing and joking as usual when the door shuddered and voices sounded. "Well, I don't care if they are American, that doesn't give you the right to…interrogate…the prisoners!" "Iggy-" "Don't call me that!" "Hey, compromise! Artie!" "Shut up!" The door opened with the two still arguing. I was laughing, but Syd, being Syd, decided to have fun. She walked up to the two with a unperturbed expression on her face. "So, are you two a couple?" They stared at her. "'Cause you two look made for each other! If this was a anime I would ship you!" I burst out laughing, I really couldn't help myself. Sydney was struggling to keep a straight face, but eventually she dissolved into giggles as well. The countries had turned red. We were on the floor, in hysterics, because of the looks on their faces. Finally, we stood, leaning on each other for support. I composed myself, then decided to talk. "Ok-" Syd clapped a hand over my mouth. I looked at her in annoyance. "What?" "I have an idea." She cleared her throat. "And sh*t hits the fan." I muttered.
She turned to the countries, who were staring at us, interested in our argument. She stepped forwards. "Do either of y'all know the word 'Hetalia'?" The looks on their faces was confirmation enough. "Ok," she muttered, clearly thinking. Then, she jerked her head up, her face a mask. "I need to converse with my fellow terrorist. We fell from the sky, because terrorists recruit kids then drop them out of the sky. Oh, and I've decided to ship you two. You're adorable." With that, she pulled my hand, and we ran out of the room. We ended up in the meeting room. "Oh boy," I muttered, as Syd jumped up on the table. Then she smirked, and pointed two fingers at Germany and Italy. "So, have you two confessed to each other?"
Ok, before my regular ending, I have something to say. I really hate flames. I got flamed, and I really hated it. If you hate my story, don't read it. So. Flames will not be tolerated. But. I'm not unreasonable. Constructive criticism will be accepted, and if you are weird we will probably start up a conversation and become friends. Reviews make me happy! Love y'all!