Okay, well, I didn't really like the last chapter so I wanted to make up for it, so SURPRISE here's a new chapter! Hope you enjoy. This is kinda also to make up for not posting in over a month...
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, but I do own a duck named Dexter.
The day had started out wonderfully. I had helped Lizzie cook breakfast, we ate and talked, Roderich was currently out of town touring with a small Orchestra. I smiled as we talked. I finally felt safe, for a short while I had totally forgotten about the war. I hadn't been too far from the cottage in three months, it was like a haven. When I was there, it almost felt like there was no war.
I smiled as we finished cleaning the dishes. Me and Lizzie had become really great friends, almost sister like. She suggested we go out for a walk around the forest, saying that I hadn't really gotten that much sun lately. I agreed, quickly slipping on the new pair of shoes Roderich had brought back, after seeing my old destroyed pair, he decided that it was time I got some new ones.
We walked and talked for what seemed like hours. It was nice to get out. I sighed at the feeling of the warm spring sun hitting my skin. We had made it to a small field filled with beautiful, bright new flowers. We sat and made flower crowns, and necklaces. We laughed and told jokes, just enjoying the beautiful day.
I picked a yellow daisy. I slowly began to pick the petals off one by one.
"He loves me, he loves me not..." Lizzie said, in a really bad imitation of myself. I scowled at her, which only made her giggle.
"I'm just playing Felicia." She said, picking her own daisy. I blew a stray piece of hair out of my face. I laid back, my face surrounded by brilliant colors. Lizzie followed, laying down beside me.
"I was thinking..."I said, trailing off. Lizzie looked at me, waiting for me to continue.
"I was thinking of painting again." I said, looking up into the brilliantly blue sky. She looked at me surprised.
"You paint?" I smiled and nodded. She smiled and nodded her head.
"I think that's a lovely idea." She said.
"I use to paint all the time," I said, not taking my eyes of the sky.
"My brother use to always get jealous when I painted. He said I was to good at it, and that he was suppose to be better at everything." I said, giggling at the last part. I remembered how my brother would get jealous, but I could tell at the same time, he was proud. She giggled too.
"My sister got so jealous when she found out that me and Roderich were getting married. She was angry that her little sister was getting married before her." She said, smiling at the memory. I smiled with her. We were silent for a while, enjoying the sunny day.
We stayed out in the field most of the day. Lizzie eventually suggested going back to the house to eat. I nodded, happily agreeing. We made our way back taking the longer route, enjoying the wonderful day. We stopped for a while by a small river bank. I quickly kicked my shoes off and placed my feet into the cool water. We stayed for a small while before deciding to start heading back.
We were about to leave when I heard Lizzie gasp. I quickly looked to her, worried she had fallen in. I quickly spotted her over by a large rock just staring. I grew worried and ran over to her.
"Lizzie, what's the matter?" I said panting slightly. She didn't reply, she just kept staring at the other side of the rock. I grew frightened, I quickly moved to the other side of the rock.
I gasped at what I saw. There was a man unconscious, and bleeding. He was wearing a Nazi uniform, but seemed to be unarmed. I quickly ran over to check if he was still breathing. I checked his pulse, his heart was still beating, but just barley. Lizzie was staring at me like I was crazy. I looked at the wound on his abdomen, It seemed fresh, but I couldn't tell. But there was one thing I knew, if he didn't get help soon he would die.
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Lizzie was mad at me. I knew she would be but I just had to help him. She asked me why I would help him, he was a Nazi, people just like him had taken my family, but I told her I wouldn't stoop to their level, I would help anyone who needed it, just like she had helped me.
"I still think this is crazy." Lizzie said standing in the door frame of the room she had given me, the room I had woken up in that morning. I stood up from my bed where the we had put the Nazi solider. I looked at her with a serious face.
"We couldn't just let him die." I said, she sighed and smiled at me.
"Thats just like you, always helping." I smiled, my face lightening up just a bit.
"But what if he wakes up and tries to kill you? Or me or Roderich?" Lizzie said, concern now covering her face. I gave her a mischievous smile.
"He won't."I said smiling. She gave me a puzzled look. I just smiled at her and held up a key. She looked behind me to the man on my bed. I had chained both his hands to the bed. She looked back at me and gave me a look that said 'I just can't believe you some times.'
"And, even if he does wake up, he'll be too weak, his wounds were pretty deep. He's lucky we found him when we did." I said turning around to look at him. She looked at me like a mother would.
"Just be careful, okay." She said. I nodded. She left, letting me go back to cleaning his wounds.
I hummed an old lullaby as I cleaned the blood off of his face. I looked down and the wound in his abdomen, wrapped with fabric from the hem of my skirt that I had ripped off. I knew I should treat that wound and soon, but that would mean I would have to take his shirt off.
I took a deep breath, I had never seen a man without his shirt on before, well accept my brother but he didn't count. I slowly un-buttoned his blood covered uniform jacket. I gasped when I saw how much blood he'd lost. I quickly took his shirt off now, all embarrassment lost. I quickly cleaned it, trying not to wake him. I quickly ran over to the corner of my room to the sewing basket and quickly grabbed a needle and some thread. I cringed when I stabbed the needle into his skin. I quickly sewed up the wound and cleaned up any excess blood. I quickly wrapped his wound with some fresh gauze. I didn't have much medical knowledge, but I knew how too sew a wound. I sighed in relief when he started to breath normally.
I started cleaning the smaller cuts he had running up his arms and abdomen, taking special care to be delicate. I quickly cleaned up the bloody mess that was all over my sheets, comforter, and my floor, then covered him with a nice new clean comforter. I decided to take a bath, seeing as I was covered in blood. I went to tell Lizzie to watch and see if he wakes up while I'm in the bath. I quickly bathed, not wanting Lizzie to be alone with the man for too long.
I got out, dried my hair and quickly got dressed in a dress that wasn't ripped and covered in blood. I walked back to my room, relieving Lizzie of guard duty. I sat for what seemed like ages just watching the man. He was quite handsome, for a Nazi that is. He had beautiful blond hair, slightly stained with dirt and blood, but beautiful just the same. He was well defined too. He had a handsome face, straight nose, hard jaw. I blushed, telling myself to stop that.
Lizzie eventually came in, telling me that dinner was ready. I had totally forgotten about lunch, seeing as I was healing a wounded Nazi. My stomach growled. I smiled sheepishly at Lizzie, who gave me a knowing smile.
"Come down stairs and eat." She said leaning against the door frame. I sighed as my stomach growled.
"But what if he wakes up?" I said. She looked at me and stood up straight.
"You said it your self, he wouldn't be able to go anywhere." She said, holding her wrist up, gesturing at the makeshift handcuffs I had locked around his wrist. I looked at him for one moment before standing up.
"Okay," I said. " But if he wakes up and breaks something I'm blaming you."
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One week had passed since we found the solider. We had taken turns watching him. Roderich had come back two days after we found him. He was, to say the least angry, but Lizzie calmed him down. He still didn't like having a Nazi in his house but he put up with it because Lizzie said she 'asked really nicely...'
I liked to watch him. He was interesting. He barley moved. He slept very still and straight, like I would expect a solider to. He was very solider like sleeping, which made me wonder what he was like when he wasn't. The only thing that made him seem not as stiff was his smile. He smiled while he slept. It made me smile.
Another week passed. I was impatient, but still frightened. I wanted to know what he would be like, but at the same time frightened at the thought. Roderich had started taking turns watching him now, saying that he was the man of the house and he wanted to be a gentle man, but I told him I didn't mind, so I watched.
I noticed he started to move more. He would wake up soon. I saw his hand move. I put the new dress I was sewing down. He moved some more. I became nervous I though I should call Roderich or Lizzie, but I could do it myself, face him myself.
His eyes slowly opened. I was quiet. He looked around the room, quickly noticing me. He just stared at me. I understood what he was feeling, waking up in a strange room, seeing a strange woman staring at him.
"Hello." I said as calmly as I could. He stayed still, just looking at me with startlingly bright blue eyes. He took his eyes off of me and looked down at his chest, possibly remembering his wound. He got a confuse look on his face and looked back at me.
"You were injured..." I said, my voice getting quieter. He continued to stare at me.
"I... I healed you." I said, my voice still very small. He turned his eye towards his wrists, then back to me. I suddenly grew courage and slowly walked towards him.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
Ta'da! There you go! Guess who that is... Just kidding, we all know who that is. Hope you like, it's just getting good.
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