Heyy! Fluffnights here! Chapter two is now here!

DISCLAIMER: Hetalia is NOT mine. Okay. That hurt.

Human names might start to be used in this chapter

America screamed a little himself, almost wetting his pants- wait. No. He wasn't wearing pants. He was still in the large shirt that almost tripped him everywhere he went. Well, he almost peed that. He scrambled to hide behind something- anything- before the monster could eat him. He scrambled to go behind what Mister Italy had pulled out. After a few steps his feet got caught up in the fabric, sending him tumbling down off the counter. He thunked onto the ground, landing on his butt with a pitiful whimper. A few seconds later tears ran down his face again, covering the drying stains from earlier. He sobbed for a few minutes before the tears dried up at the realization that no one was coming. No one. Not Mister Italy, or Uncle Francis, or Matty. Not even big brother.

At that he got up, still a little shaken up. He started toward the door, thinking about the monster that could be lurking outside. He has heard some absolutely horrendous stories about giant monsters that swoop from the skies and ones that came out at night and ones tha- no. America shook his head. Brother England always said that thinking about it made it scarier. He slowly crept toward the door frame, daring to risk a peek outside. He could clearly see the monster. A big tall creature in some odd clothes with its pet having fallen over onto the floor. It was scrambling around to try to help its pet. America slunk back a bit, taking a deep breath. He would wait till the monster went to the other side of its pet to run. He could do this. He played this with his rabbit and bear cub friends all the time. He peaked back into the hall, gathering the shirt in his hands like the women did with their petticoats and ruffles. He waited till the monster was where he wouldn't see him, then ran.

His tiny feet barely made a sound as they hit the ground, carrying him past the horrid monster and down to safety. He rounded the corner and kept going till he had lost his breath, finally stopping. He panted as he looked around at the new surroundings. The walls had a strange pattern on them and the floor felt much softer than what he was used to in a home. Not as soft as the fresh grass outside, but it was kinda nice. He started just walking, seeing as he had nowhere else to go. He occasionally passed doors but he didn't dare open them. He'd already encountered one monster and would rather not have to do it again. Eventually he came across an open area, empty of any life but some flowers in a rather nice vase, sitting on a plain table with magazines and a few surrounding chairs. He started to go get one till he noticed what sat across from them. Giant, silver… things. He didn't know what they were but they sure looked scary. They were taller than any door he'd seen before, and they had all sorts of little circles beside them. Above them was a weird…. What was that shape? He knew triangles, and squares, and circles, and all that. He'd have to ask Big Brother whenever he found him. Well, whatever it was, It was scary too. He looked around for anything that wasn't scary or somewhere that provided an escape. The only other thing there was a staircase that was on the other side of the stairs.

He started walking slowly toward them not to disturb anything. That only lasted about three more seconds. The big scaries on the other side of the room suddenly chimed, starting to open its gaping maw to eat him up. The blonde dashed toward the stairs now, picking up the shirt as he went and just about stumbling down the steps he was going so fast. He found out he has no more stairs left pretty quickly when he ran smack into a wall, planting him on his bruised butt. He scrambled up, holding it and feeling tears welling up again. He rubbed at his eyes, barely keeping all the tears in. Regardless of his attempts to not cry, a few little streaks appeared on his cheeks but they were quickly wiped away on the too large sleeve. He shook his head and looked around, attempting to ignore the feelings that were building up. He found the door to the open and was barely able to get it open even with jumping. When he got it on the handle the door swung open, plopping him on the floor yet again as he lost his grip.

He scrambled up, trying to get out before anyone saw him but it was too late. Someone at this big giant thing with a bunch of black boxes that made light, and a black rectangle that had a thingie on top with a cord, and so many things, had spotted him. And to make it all worse they were wearing what the monster from before was wearing. He froze as they started coming to him, "Hey, kid! Are you alrig- Hey what're you doing?!" Before it could eat him America was gone, the shirt gathered in his hands as he ran toward the giant doors, the only thing that looked like it could have been from home at all. He dared a look back and just about shrieked at what he saw. Now the monster was coming after him, saying stuff like "Come back! I wanna help you!" He hit the door hard- really hard. Hard enough he wanted to cry again. But he kept running. He ran out into the sea of legs, ignoring the frantic calls of the desk operator who ran back inside to call the police and report what just happened.

He swerved around through the fast paced movement of skin, pants, dresses, and skirts. He ran and ran and ran. It was the only thing he knew to do. Even when he was out of breathe he went until he found a little dark ally. There he stopped to breathe and watch everyone. He only now noticed that everyone was looking at him like the men he used to know looked at the beggar boys around town, that the buildings were really big and didn't look like home, that there were little light boxes everywhere. He shrunk back a bit, getting more and more scared by the second. He didn't know where he was, or who anyone was, and he was fairly certain that there were monsters in all of these new things and that he was going to be eaten. Now he wanted more than anything to just curl up with Big Brother and eat some scones while he listened to a bedtime story. As he watched he just couldn't hold it anymore. He curled up in a ball, sobbing hysterically about anything and everything. About how Mister Italy left, and England didn't come, and he couldn't go home, and how his butt hurt and head hurt, and how he was hungry, and- just everything. The day had been utterly awful.

He cried for a long while, not paying attention to anything at this point. That was till he heard a quiet voice, "Hey, little boy, are you okay?". America looked up, his snot and tear covered face trying to pinpoint the voice. The face was hidden in shadows but a finely manicured hand held down towards him. "Would you like to come with me?" The tiny blonde hesitated. England had said never to trust strangers, but he had also said the the best people were dressed nicely and that they were nice and not mean. He slowly put his hand into the larger one with a little nod. He was picked up and could now see their face which was lit with a smile, "Let's go then."

Heyyy! Chapter two DONE! I wrote it in a few hours so sorry if it's not very well. Our new mystery man will be discovered here soon, but until then, good bye my lovelies!

~fluffnights