A/N So I updated! Much to the shock of me. I hardly get past chapter one on most of my stories and then I drop them. So. Yush. If you want to make it better, read in the accents of the said character. So... Yah! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. For, if I did, I wouldn't be sitting on my couch listening to Marukaite Chikyuu's and writing FanFics like I do!
Chapter 2
I feel... Younger, and I am no longer on the plane. I am outside a large building, its mass taking up most of the surrounding area. I start moving towards the spacious building and work my way inside of the building.
Inside I see a bunch of angry men and women yelling at each other and one younger man furiously waving a white flag for all to see. Nobody notices me, and I focus my attention on two men, one with huge eyebrows and short blond hair, and another with really long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a random rose on his right hand.
They were exchanging insults and punches. Another man with rectangular glasses was in between them laughing and trying to keep them from physically hurting each other.
One man, with slicked back hair and twitching eyes watched all of the commotion, shaking and muttering to himself. He looked quite pissed off and at the edge of screaming. I couldn't help myself, the situation was so funny! Everyone was mad and- HAH! I began to laugh hysterically.
Everyone looked at me. The one waving the flag screeched and began to wave the flag faster, which made me laugh harder. Everyone's eyes widened and the flag waving stopped. The boy slowly walked up to me and waved
"Hello! And- ah- what country are you?" He asks nervously. He had a very heavy Italian accent.
"What do you mean?" I giggle. "I am a human! Countries aren't people!" All of the people in the room stare at one another and back at me. I stop laughing. "What's wrong?"
"Mein Gott!" The angry looking one exclaims staring at me unblinkingly. He sounds distinctly German. And angry. Very angry.
"We have never had a breach before! How is this possible! It makes no sense! What's going on!" and a bunch of other random babble in foreign languages was spewing out of the peoples mouths.
"QUIET!" The angry man shouted. A man with straight black hair and brown eyes walked out of the crowd.
"Rudwig, ret me handle this." He walks up to me. "Herro! My name is Kiku, and who are you?"
"H-hello Kiku. My name is Luna." I smile weakly. The angry man scared me.
"Oh Ciao Luna!" shouts the Italian man running up to me. "My name is Veneziano and you look really nice. Mind if I call you Lune? ..." he continues his ultra fast rambling as I zone out on his cute little curl. I reach out my hand and pull it.
His face gets all red and he stops talking. He backs away slowly and runs for the corner where he sits there in the fetal position. I wonder what's wrong? A man that looks almost exactly like Veneziano but with lighter hair, and he's angry.
"Who do you think you are! Don't eve-"
I cut him off, "I like you!" He stares at me in shock. "You have pretty hair! And are you Veneziano's brother?"
"Yes. My freaking name is Romano." He walks off and Veneziano comes running up to me.
"I forgive you for what you did! I know you didn't mean it! It is fine!" He turns to the crowd, "Ve! I think we should keep her! She looks very nice, and she likes PASTAAA!"
"Italy, she is not a pet. She is a human. Don't act like she is another one of Greece's cats," the angry German scolds the small Italian.
"What's going on?" I ask, "Did I do something wrong?" My lower lip starts to tremble uncontrollably.
"No! No!" Veneziano shouts over the still ongoing clamor, "Ve! Don't cry! Mister Germany just is a very angry man.
"Nein! I am not!" Germany(?) shouts.
"Wait!" I shout, "Is your name Germany or Ludwig?" He stares at me blankly, mouth kind of open.
"Uhh," he doesn't say anything besides, 'Uh'. I think I broke him.
"How the bloody heck did you even get in here!" A man with green eyes and super large eyebrows that cover around a fourth of his forehead shouted.
"I, um, walked in here, and... that's it. There was nothing blocking the doors or anything," I said.
In my old life, I was always considered a very smart five-year-old. I knew large words and read at a 6th grade level. Everyone saw me as a smart alec, even though I didn't really flaunt it, I just corrected people a lot.
All eyes were on me now. There were murmurs about, asking, 'What happened to the guards?' The bushy eyed man turns to a indifferent looking man with a weird curl floating away from his head(?) and a sailor hat.
"I sense magic!" The bushy browed man said to the man in the sailor hat. The man in the hat nodded.
"I do too... But, where?" He asked the bushy eyebrowed man.
"There." He shouts, and, much to the shock of everyone, he points to me.
A/N part 2! Cliffhanger! Haha! Now you have to read my next chapter *evil diabolical look* Hehe. So. I had a monster today so my fingers are flying on the keys. Please tell me if I have any spelling or grammar errors that my rudimentary spell check may have missed. I don't really know much of Norway's character, so tell me if I made him so out of character it hurts your eyes... Even if there is only three lines of him in the story thus far... So yes! Cliff hanger! Review if you please! 'Cause it will keep me writing (and happy)! Thank you for looking at this wall of text Author's Note!