I still don't own Hetalia or Britain. TT^TT
Months—no, years— later, the snow was gone.
Now it rained, seemingly endless, and today the storm was particularly strong.
It matched Arthur's mood.
After all this time, the now-teenage boy was still fretting about the bloody—and he meant it literally—girl that may or may not have been human.
Thunder crashed outside his bedroom window, and he jumped slightly and hid under his covers.
"Oh, blast…why does lightning have to be so scary?" He muttered to himself, and he peeked out to see what was going on.
What he saw nearly shocked him.
With the flash of lightning, a figure appeared in the shape of a humanoid figure, obviously female.
But just as fast as said lightning, she was gone again.
Arthur now had more to ponder…
He kept watching, hoping to see the figure again, but alas, as far as he knew she was just a figment of his imagination.
About a week later, Arthur was out hunting.
He spotted a deer and began to take chase, silently, slowly, like some kind of animal on the prowl.
The deer put its head up from the grass, and then bounded off somewhere, leaving Arthur alone.
Or so he thought.
He heard a faint growl from behind him, and turned to see about two or three wolves.
Hungry wolves.
Hungry wolves that were looking—and walking—directly at him.
He did what any person with common sense would do: he screamed at the top of his lungs and attempted to fend them off, but alas, this had no effect.
After a moment of ravaging, the poor dear heard a faint, peaceful howl.
And the wolves left, just like that.
A flash of lightning struck, and upon the very top of a tree, the figure appeared once again.
Arthur lost consciousness after that…
But he woke up, in his home, with a bowl of stew nearby, under a wool blanket and by the fire.
No one was with him.
He stood and inspected his injuries, which were now bandaged.
Someone was here, obviously…but who?
And why?
O.O.
Present
O.O.
"I'M THE HERO!" America shouted, only adding to Arthur's headache.
"Shut up, you bloody git!" Said bushy-brow stormed, and glared outside at the softly falling snow.
Another world meeting came and went, and it was the same as usual.
America was loud, Germany was OCD, Greece was sleeping, France was molesting assorted nations, Italy was fantasizing about pasta…I think you get the picture.
Alfred and Flying Mint Bunny were having a conversation as they left the conference building.
"C'mon, Britain, you gotta let it go!" Mint Bunny said in its high-pitched voice.
"Says who? I'll figure out what it was someday, if it's the last thing I ever—OOMPH!"
Arthur had tripped over something—no, someone.
He looked down at the object and discovered a lump of white.
It was just snow? He thought, poking the lump with his foot.
Suddenly the lump let out an annoyed grunt, and moved to reveal paper-white skin.
And white hair, longer than the girl was tall, cascading in wavy glory down over her shoulders and barely dragging on the ground.
Those pale rose lips…the being in general…just rang a bell in Arthur's head.
"O-oh, I'm terribly sorry, miss!" He apologized, offering a hand to help her up.
She kept her eyes hidden with her long bangs as she accepted the help.
It felt like Arthur was shocked by lightning, and yet, it was wonderful, exhilarating, even…
"Multumesc…" The girl said softly, dusting snow off of the strangely formal white dress she was wearing. ("Thank you…")
Arthur stood in silence, trying to think of what language this was…
Ah, yes, Romanian…this girl was from Romania, then?
"E bine. Vorbiţi în engleză?" He questioned. ("It's fine. Do you speak English?")
"Da—I mean yes," The girl replied, turning a slight shade of pink; the paleness of her complexion magnified it ten fold, however, and when she smiled—even just slightly as she did—Arthur was sure he felt some kind of comfort.
"My name is Arthur Kirkland, what's yours?" Arthur asked, tipping his imaginary top hat.
"Adriana Luminita…" The girl, Adriana's voice was soft and timid, not unlike Canada's.
Her accent was slightly similar to Russia's, but at the same time, it was completely her own.
"I'm also known…as Romania…" She whispered.
"I'm Britain, then…I have a question for you, but it's kind of odd," Arthur said.
"What would that be, Master Arthur?" Adriana asked, that faint smile gracing her lips.
"Well, do you remember ever—"
"YO IGGY, WHATCHA DOIN'?" The obnoxious, loud and obviously shameless country known as America shouted, throwing an arm around an irritated Arthur's shoulders.
"Well, I was talking to Romania, but—"
America pulled him away from the albino girl.
"Dude, don't talk to her! She's a vampire! It's a fact, I know because of my learnings!" He said worriedly.
Arthur just hit the country upside the head, and turned to apologize to Adriana…
But she was gone.