Thank you to those who reviewed the first chapter. I had planed on continuing but I didn't know where I was going to go with it. This is small but it's the next chapter. I also do not own Hetalia. That is why this is a Fan Fiction.
I watched the T.V. flicker as scenes of sick and dieing people were shown. I wouldn't let my mind register that those people were my people.
I slowly stood up and staggered my way to the kitchen. I had heard someone but I don't know who. I couldn't recognize this house. It might have been 'His' House, the one that has been 'Helping' me these past few weeks, but then again I couldn't remember who was 'Helping' me. When I go to 'Him' I'm going through withdrawal, my vision is blurry and he would give me my drugs then shove me out the door.
I hung onto the wall staring blindly at the person in the kitchen. He stared at me for a moment then quickly helped me to a stool that sat under the island. I laid my head down on my arms, turning it to face the wall. I watched the wall move side to side, like a pendulum.
"Shit" I muttered as my vision started to go dark
Well there you go. I don't know when I will be posting the 3rd chapter cuz I don't know where to go with this now . . .