I lounged on America's couch while he played video games and ate a burger. It had been like that for about an hour. He had made burgers for lunch, but I wasn't hungry so he ate them all. After that he decided that he wanted to play video games. Video games weren't really my thing, so I'd been sitting on his couch, watching. I was starting to get bored out of my mind. I rolled over on the couch repeatedly until America noticed.

"Are you sure you don't want to play a game?"

"I'm sure."

"Do you wanna watch a scary movie then?!" America's eyes lit up at the idea of watching one of those movies that always terrified him. It did sound fun to watch America get scared and maybe pee his pants.

"That sounds fun," I said and America got up and ran off to get a movie before I'd even finished agreeing. He ran off up the stairs and came back with some movie that I've never heard of and the probably isn't that scary. He popped it in and started to movie.

"OhmygodI'm soexcitedthisisgoingtobeawesomeyou'regoingtobesosc aredIlove scarymoviesdon'tbescaredcauseI'mtheheroscarymovies arethebestthisisgoingtobeso frickingscaryohmygod!"

America pressed play and the movie started, America wasn't scared yet, so I still found myself to be quite bored. I started to try and come up with a way to escape. Maybe if
America was distracted enough, I could sneak off and go find Germany. Don't get me wrong, America's a fun dude and on any other circumstances I would want to hang out with him, but I was still technically a prisoner and had no idea whatsoever where I was.

After about twenty minutes, I finally started to get a reaction out of America. He was trembling in the corner of the couch shaking his head back and forth and whimpering. He hid his head in his knees and I saw my opportunity. I started to get up, but America reached out and grabbed me and turned me into a human teddy bear. He was hugging me so tight, I swear I had bruises. I grumbled into the crook of his elbow, but remained a complacent human teddy bear thing. That continued on for a bit until America was whimpering, not from fear, but from the liquid within his bladder. He had downed three cokes during the movie and really had to pee. He hopped up to go to the bathroom screaming "Gotta pee!" and ran off. (I was kind of upset that I wouldn't get to see him pee his pants, though I guess it was for the better considering I was some sort of plushy pillow thingy in his eyes and his leaving gave me the opportunity I'd been hoping for). I wouldn't have minded staying with America and my situation wouldn't be much better with the axis, but being held prisoner by the allies certainly wouldn't be helpful in figuring out what was going on(especially with France around).

I got up off of the couch and went to open the door, but it was secured (told you, prisoner) so I opened the window and slid out. I crept down America's driveway and headed off. I wandered down the streets for a bit, until things started to look familiar. I passed Spain's house and wandered up to another house. On the other side of it I saw France's house. I was pretty sure that Germany's would be on the other side of France's so it was just a quick walk through two lawns, then I'd be back at Germany's. I stepped out onto the first lawn and started walking. I wandered out a bit and started to recognize the lawn from an episode of Hetalia. If I wasn't mistaken, I was on, oh crap, Switzerland's lawn. Better start running I thought, and took off sprinting. I then heard shouting and gunshots in the distance. I really wished that Switzerland's lawn was smaller. I kept sprinting, and I'm a fast person, but Switzerland was just as fast, plus he was the one with the gun. The simple psychology of knowing that your pursuer has a gun can mess you up a bit. I kept running, but caught my foot and a tree root and tripped. I turned around and, for the second time in just two days, had a gun shoved in my face.

"Who are you?" asked Switzerland.

"I'm Maya, I'm not a country, I'm neutral, like you," I stammered in an effort to not get shot.

"How do I know that you're telling the truth?"

"You don't." Switzerland still didn't believe me (he must have seen me with the Axis earlier). He grabbed me by the shirt collar and dragged me under a lamp so that he could see me better.

"You don't seem familiar, so I'll let you go, but next time I catch you on my lawn I'm going to…" I didn't hear the last part because I took off running so fast and headed into France's yard. I reached the edge of France's yard and started to slow down. Switzerland had a big yard to sprint across and I was pretty shaken from getting shot at. My heart was beating like crazy and I felt blood at the corner of my mouth from when I tripped. It seemed like an easy walk to Germany's from there, but unfortunately for me a certain Frenchman was out enjoying a glass of wine and gazing at the moon. I started walking across France's yard and had Germany's in my sight when I heard a very distinctive "onhonhon" from behind me and felt an arm snake around my waist.

"Bonjuor, ma Cherie. What are you doing out here? I thought you were with America?" I turned around to face him,

"I escaped."

"Of course, I knew you should have come with me to begin with."

"Actually, I was just cutting through your yard, I really can't stay," I started to pull away, but France lifted me up bridal style and carried up to his house.

"We can't just let you go, you could be useful. Why would you want to escape from America any way if you weren't with the Axis?"

"I'm not with the Axis, I was just staying with them for a bit."

"Then why not stay with me instead? You're too pretty for those guys anyways." Had it come from anyone other than France, I would have been flattered. He carried me into his house and strait to the bathroom he set me down on the counter and I glared at him. He opened up the fancy medicine cabinet and grabbed a washcloth. He got it wet and dabbed at the corner of my lip while I glared at him and growled ever so slightly.

France rinsed the cloth back off and put it down and picked me up again. He carried me across the house then set me on the couch and instantly started acting like we were on a date.

"So, ohonhon, tell me about yourself."

"Uh,"

"Oh come on, don't be shy," France leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Please go away."

"Oh, now why would I want to do that?" he asked and put his arm around my shoulders. I scooted away hoping he would get the hint. Of course he didn't. He scooted closer to me and I scooted away again. We repeated until I couldn't scoot any further, but I still tried. I stood up from the couch, but France grabbed my arm and pulled me back down and onto his lap. He started to lean forward and I leaned back. France kept leaning forward and I continued to lean back until I fell off his lap and onto the floor, accidentally pulling him down on top of me. Just then, I heard the door burst open and in ran Italy.

"Bella!" he yelled, when he saw me, then hesitated, "What are you doing on the floor with France?" I then kicked France in the crown jewels, and slid out from under him, standing up and walking over to Italy.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," I answered.

"Okay, then," he said, "Let's go home."

"I second that notion," I said, and followed him out the door of France's house and back to Germany's.

"How did you know where I was?" I asked him.

"I saw you running through the lawn and going into France's house, so I followed you." I followed Italy back to Germany's house. When we entered the house, I found Germany by the door.

"There you are, Italy. Why did you run off like that? Oh, you found Maya."

"Ve, I saw her running away from France."

"Where did you go?" he asked me.

"I got body snatched by the allies."

"Well, I suppose that we'll need to keep a better eye on you, then."