I LOVE YOU ALL! You guys are amazing! Thank you for all of your lovely reviews! I have done as you wished and here's the next chapter!

Also, if you've noticed, some of the words sometimes don't have "s" on them... that, my dear friends, is because I have a retarded keyboard, when I type fast it usually skips over the "s", like if I were to type the word "woods" and in the story you see "wood". It likes to skip "s" sometimes, so don't worry if that happens, I tried to fix all of them that I could find. (and be warned of run on sentences, I'm really bad with those...)

Any way hope you enjoy, and also warning again, this is a slight Holocaust fic, so be warned. And again I LOVE YOU ALL!

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, but I own a Hippie Van...

My breathing was shallow, making the silence of the woods seem a little less quiet. I breathed a sigh of relief, they must have given up, at least for the night. I brushed the mud off my the skirt of my dress, not that it really mattered, the dress was already filthy from the hours sitting on the cold dirt floor of the kind old man and woman who took my brother and myself in after we ran from the Nazi search party. I soon gave up on my dress, knowing that there were much more important things to deal with at the moment.

I sighed, looking down at my mud covered shoes. They were full of holes, the bottoms were so worn that my feet could almost break free of them. They weren't going to last much longer, and neither would I if I couldn't find shelter soon.

I began to walk. I was light on my feet, trying not to give them the slightest hint of which way I had gone. But I was tired, dirty, and my spirits were broken. Something in my head was telling me that it was only a matter of days before they found me and took me off to be killed like poor Mama, Papa, and my sweet, dear brother Lovi. I was all that was left of a once big loving family.

Thoughts of my family flashed through my head again. I could hear Mama screaming at us, telling us to run, telling us to get away. I remembered how scared Papa looked when he was pushing us out the back door telling us to run while he stayed back and bought us some time. And I remembered Lovi. His eyes were scared, just like Mama and Papa's. He saved me, but I couldn't save him. I remembered how he looked at me as I ran, the look of fear of things that were about to come. I knew then that I had to survive. For Mama, for Papa, and for Lovi.

I trudged on for what seemed like hours. I could no longer feel my feet, the cold wet mud of the woods covering my old shoes. I had to find shelter. It was foolish to be walking at night during Autumn with nothing but a summer dress covering my small body. I scanned the forest looking for some form of shelter, like a cave, that I could spend the rest of the night in, but nevertheless there was no shelter in sight.

My mind began to race again. Thoughts like, if they don't kill me the cold will, or some bear might just appear out of nowhere and eat me for it's dinner. I was shivering now, both from the cold and the frightening thoughts that had crossed my mind.

I felt like I wouldn't be able to go any farther. My legs were tired and about to give up. I fell to my knees, praying to God to save me. I cried again, the cold, salty tears burning wet paths down my cheeks. I lowered my head.

"I guess this is where it ends, ve..." I said, trying to choke back my sobs. I stayed like that for what seemed like hours. My body and mind were giving up, both surrendering to sleep. I shook the sleep off. I looked back up hoping that there was a sliver of hope still left, that everything would soon be okay.

My eyes soon became blurry, clouding over with much needed sleep. My body gave into it's command, slowly falling to the ground from exhaustion. My eyelids became heavy, slowly closing over my eyes. Before I knew it I was sound asleep on the cold dirt floor of the woods.

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My head was spinning. My legs stung with a dull pain, for having been walking for hours around bumpy terrain. My feet weren't cold anymore, though. I didn't think much of it. I had a headache, my head was throbbing. I turned to my side, expecting to roll over on the cold dirt floor of the woods, but instead, my head collided with a pillow.

I opened my eyes. I sat up fast, making my headache worse. I took in my surroundings. I was in what looked to be a bed room. I was under a thick quilt, in a bed under a window to the side of the room. My brain was panicking. Thoughts were racing through my head, where was I, who's bed I had just slept in, did I get kidnapped? I felt like my head was about to explode. I pulled off the covers, wanting to run from this unknown place. I noticed my shoes by the door, on top of, from what I could tell was my now clean, yellow dress. My eyes widened. I looked down and noticed I was wearing a large night gown that barley fit. I walked over to the door, quickly grabbing my things.

I took the door knob and twisted it. Locked. I kept trying, hoping that the door was stuck, or just broken and with a good few jiggles of the handle, the door would just miraculously open. My attempts were futile. I let out a frustrated sigh, looking back to the bed. My eyes spotted the window, my one chance of freedom.

I sped back over to the bed and climbed back up. I had just reached the window when I heard footsteps. My mind blanked, I shook my head and fell to the bed quickly covering myself with the old quilt, and shutting my eyes tight. I could hear the door knob shake and the rattling of the keys. My heart was racing again, it was hard to breathe steady. I heard the door slowly creak open, I closed my eyes just a little tighter.

It was silent. The door was open now, but I didn't hear movement. The silence was ringing loudly in my ears, making my headache even worse if that were possible. I bit back the pain and concentrated, waiting for any sign of noise. Then I heard it. Footsteps moving towards me. I tried to keep my breathing steady and my heart beat slow. They stopped. I felt something over me, casting a shadow over the bed. I was still, I didn't dare move.

"I know you're awake." the voice said, calmly. My eyes shot open, coming face to face with a very beautiful woman with amazing green eyes. My eyes were wide. I was completely still. The woman let out a little giggle and looked back to me, eyes shining with laughter.

"I won't hurt you, I promise."

Guess who she is? She's from Hetalia. It could be a boy or a girl in the anime, but a girl in my story... hmmmmm. Write me a review and guess.( I know I didn't give her much detail, but I wanna see if anyone gets it right.)

Anywho. I hope you guys enjoyed it. It wasn't as long as I wanted it to, but I'll try harder on the next chapter. Still no Ludwig, but were getting there.

Review and I will give you an all expenses paid trip to Narnia ;)

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