She was splayed out on the hospital bed. Her face buried in the hypo-allergenic pillow, one hand gripping the rough plastic railing with all its might. Somehow, she'd managed to get her foot tangled in the lump of wires beneath her and the big hospital gown they'd wrapped her in was hanging from the light fixture. There was a singular sunflower next to her bed, propped up in a clean white vase. The kindly man with violet eyes had brought it as a way to make up for cracking her skull open with a pipe. He felt extremely guilty about it because the girl had never wronged him in any way, though it wasn't bad to establish fear on a first impression. Russia didn't even know who she was. Though he was eager to find out. There was a good deal of mystery surrounding her at the moment. She'd just sort of appeared yesterday, right in front of America who was glad it had been her and not him who'd gotten hurt. America had even suggested she was a superhero who'd come down from another planet just to save him. The purple eyed man rapped twice on the door to the young woman's hospital room, walking in after a moment of silence. Russia tapped her one the shoulder to see if she was simply sleeping. She sat straight up, flipping around in one smooth motion.
"Where..." she said, grasping at her chest. "Is my watch?" the girl bolted out of bed as fast as she could. She tore through a small pile of clothing that had been placed delicately beside the sunflower. Nothing. She dropped to her knees, breathing heavily and clawing at the table. The girl burst into a fit of tears. Salty warmth dripped down her cheeks and dribbled onto the floor. Someone clasped their hands down on her shoulders, surrounding her in something warm and soft.
"That's better, da?" Russia smiled sweetly. The girl curled up into the fetal position, enveloped by Russia's giant coat. She wailed so loudly he was tempted to knock her out again.
"M-my w-watch... I-I won't know i-if I'm l-late o-or n-n-n-not..." she bawled. Russia wasn't quite sure what to do. He'd never helped someone crying before. Were you supposed to hug them or something? Giving her his coat hadn't seemed to help much. She shoved her thumb in her mouth and wrapped one arm around Russia's leg. He jerked away sharply, thinking perhaps she was going to attack him. But all she did was shed a river of tears at his feet. Russia gave her a pat on the head, jumping back when she let out a howl of pain. He momentarily forgot he'd slammed a pipe into her face only a day before.
"Excuse me, you'll need to quiet down in here." a pretty blonde nurse said. Russia glanced up at her, looking endlessly confused. The nurse reached into a small drawer and pulled out a copper pocket watch. "We put valuables in these drawers so people can't steal them as easily. Now please quiet down..."
"My watch!" the girl shouted. She scrambled over and grabbed it off the bed after the nurse had left. Her tears stopped the instant the watch was cupped in her hand. She quickly abandon her depression, trading it in for a big care-free smile. "Hi!"
"A-are you alright...?" Russia asked nervously. The last thing he wanted was to throw her into another bout of hysterics. She fixed Russia's coat so it didn't reveal her undergarments and flapped her arms around.
"Just fine! Thanks for the coat, by the way!" the girl chimed, rubbing her beloved pocket watch against her cheek. She clapped her hands together and looked around. Russia was surprised by the fact she wasn't asking him anything. It was almost like she just didn't care. And, to be honest, she really didn't. The girl was just happy to be alive after yesterday.
"Oh, no problem." Russia scratched the back of his head with a slight smile.
"So... What is this place? I've never been in one of these before!" she said, staring off into space. The girl crawled along the floor, crouching down under the bed and poking at power outlets. "It's fun here!"
"This is a hospit-" Russia began.
"Why's it smell so weird?" the girl interrupted. She fixed her hat happily, not bothering to pull her hands out of the sleeves.
"I don't kn-" he said, hoping not to get cut off again. The girl put her hand over Russia's mouth to stop him. He let out a little grumble of annoyance.
"Wait, wait, wait! I'm getting carried away! First things third, who are you?" she inquired, poking a fabric covered finger into his chest.
"Oh... I'm Ivan Braginski, but you may call me Russia." he remarked, holding out his hand. Russia was extremely confused by the girl's choppiness and he found himself hoping her interruptions weren't a habit. The girl jerked him closer, tugging his hand up to her face. She patted it with an innocent smile.
"I see happiness in your future! Lots of love! Lots of love!" she piped. Russia blinked at her a few times, confused as to what had just happened. The girl grabbed one of her stripy stockings off the floor and wrapped it around her neck. "Now I have a scarf too! Oh! I almost forgot!"
"Forgot what?" Russia asked, watching her bounce around the room trying to put her boots back on.
"Well, here I am asking you to introduce yourself, when I haven't said a thing! Wouldn't the rabbit kill me? Ha!" she slapped her own wrist a few times. Russia started to wonder if maybe he'd hit the girl too hard. She didn't seem to be in her right mind. And what was that about a rabbit? He started wondering if saving her was the wrong choice.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Russia said.
"Better than ever! So anyway, as I was saying..." she left off slowly. "My name is Caroline Lewis! But they call me Wonderland!"
Also a short chapter, my apologies. I just don't want to start writing a ton if people don't enjoy the story. Suggestions welcome and reviews wanted! Enjoy!