Ta da~ 3rd chapter! Kinda short, but, oh well.
Warning: Strong language (because of one certain 2P and Bridget)
If you're wondering where I get the names from, this is it:
crazyfangirls. tumblr post/2335038504 9/2p-human-names
Just remove the spaces.
Oliver! The disclaimer please!
Oliver: Gena doesn't own Hetalia. The idea that she ever would is just silly!
Be Careful What You Wish For
Chapter 3
"Holy shit this is a big garden." Bridget said in wonder as she walked out into the garden area. She made a face. "Oh, lovely. Not only is it big, but it's also a freaking maze."
The teen walked over to a rose bush. On it was a small note:
Miss Earth,
Bridget made a face again. "My name ain't Earth dude." But she read on.
I knew you wouldn't be able to find me very easily here, since it is a maze. So I've hidden notes like this one all around! That way you can find me, and you can play a game. See I remember how much you just loved games.
"That bastard!" Bridget exclaimed.
Now hurry along, dear. You wouldn't want to be too late for tea. And for God's sake, stop cursing! o
Love,
Oliver Baines
England
Bridget laughed. That was kinda girly. Okay, that was very fucking girly. Oh well. The red-head placed the note back down onto the rose bush. She looked around a little more. This place was really pretty.
Bridget walked down a little more, and then realized something was missing. "Aw crap! Where did that cat go?" She ran back a little and fell on her face. "Oof!"
"Who the fuck are you?"
Bridget looked up, glaring at the source of the voice. It was a man that was about 19, had dark red-ish brown hair, tan skin, and red-ish brown eyes. Bridget was about to make a comeback, but then she saw what this weirdo had in one of his hands. A baseball bat. Covered in Nails. Rusty nails. Oh, and, there was some blood here and there.
"Well don't just lay there. Get your ass up and tell me who you are!" The teen yelled.
That got Bridget up alright. She jumped to her feet and looked at the scary man. And then she noticed that either he was really tall, or she was just short. Knowing that she was only 5' 1'', Bridget took it as she was just short.
As soon as he got a good look at her, the teen grinned. "Hey Earth! Where the Hell have you been?"
Bridget pouted and glared at him. "Hey! My name is not Earth! Why in the world do you people keep calling me that!"
The teen rolled his eyes. "Fine, Bridget."
"How the hell do you know my name? And who are you?" Bridget demanded. She was just pissed now. Why wasn't anybody telling her anything?
"'Cuz I'm pretty damn sure I remember your name."
The shorter red-head took a deep breath. "Alright, let's pretend I am this Earth person or whatever. Now, can you please tell me your name?"
"You're hilarious Bridget. Now quit it with that not remembering anything joke!" the teen yelled. Bridget stepped back a little; she was really scared now. Wait, Bridget, you seriously don't remember?" Said girl shook her head 'no'. "I'm America. Or Timothy Carter. Take your pick on which one you wanna call me. No, you know what, scratch the 'Timothy'. Don't call me that. Call me Timmy."
"Okay, Timmy," Bridget started, trying not to giggle. She wasn't going to call him America. People still aren't countries. "Do you have any idea where Oliver is?"
"You mean England?"
"Sure."
America thought for a moment. "Nah. I don't keep track of those I don't like. So really, I don't keep track of many people."
Bridget's shoulders slumped down. "Have you at least seen a light pink kitty around here?" America shook his head. "Alright, I'm done with then." Bridget said, walking off.
"Wait!"
Bridget didn't wait, though. She was going to a freaking tea party with Oliver, and she didn't wanna be late. Besides, Timmy seemed like a huge douche bag. Not waiting was Bridget's mistake, though.