"Did you hear that?" America asked nervously. The American, along with Germany, China, and Japan was outside the house, doing a watch just in case the 2p's attack. Japan had insisted doing a switch with France for whatever reason and so, France stayed inside, probably sipping on wine.
"You watch too much scary movies," Japan stated from his spot.
"I'm not kidding! I heard-"
"Aiyah! America stop trying to scare us!"
"SHUT UP! Jour going to attract attention!" Germany shouted.
-4 years old-
I sat in the corner of the room. I took all the beatings the man in front of me gave me. He used to be a good father, yes. But what happened? I don't remember. I felt blood trickle down my face.
"YOU. WORTHLESS. I DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN TOOK YOU IN!"
I heard something shatter. Glass rained down from above. The glass cut me. The man then walked away. I had enough. I shakily got up and started to walk to the battered front door. I heard shoutings for me to come back to the spot I was at before but I fearfully ignored it and opened the door and ran. I will never return.
I must of tripped and fainted because I then woke up with the sun shining on me. A grassy field stretched out all around me, making it look endless. I stood up. That's when I heard a voice.
"HEY! ARE YOU OKAY?!" I heard a man's voice call out.
I turned around and saw a man with a bomber jacket coming towards me. He stopped in front of me and bent down to my level. He eyed my clothes and his blue eyes widened. I looked down and saw my over-sized [f/c] shirt ripped and had blood as decorations. A great addition to it.
The man picked me up and I flinched at his touch. "Your injured. I'm bringing you home with me, okay? The hero will patch you up!"
We arrived at the man's house. It was gigantic! There was a flag hanging by a pole next to the shiny wooden door. Alfred, from what I learned earlier, knocked on the door. I thought this was his house, why is he knocking? The door opened and it revealed a man standing next to the door. The man had huge eyebrows and had green eyes. He had an irritated look.
"Took you long enough America! Wait, who's the child?"
-12 years old-
I sat on a bench. The wind blew and my [h/c] hair swayed with the breeze. A feeling settled in my stomach.
A man then approached me. My eyes widened. It was him. The man who I ran away from a few years ago. His dark brown hair is now shriveled and was slightly grey. When he saw me, he gave me a smile I'll never forget.
"I've been looking for you. Now this time, I will kill you."
I got up from my spot. Even though I wasn't the weak four year old he knew, I was still afraid of him. The man who was once my father pulled something out from his back pocket. I was a gun. I started to run. What made him like this? What did I do wrong? Why does he hate me? Hate me so much that he wants my life to end. I did nothing to him! All I did was sit on a bench. He didn't have to take me in. He could of let me just stay out in the cold. But, he didn't.
"You've grown up! But, this is the last time I'm seeing your face!"
I felt something hit me in the stomach twice. I look down and saw blood. I felt myself falling. Then I hit the ground.
I watched as the man walked farther and farther away until he was a dot. My vision got blurry. My stomach throbbed painfully. So much that I could pass out any second. What was I doing before he appeared again? Oh, yeah. Waiting for Alfred. The person closest to me. The person who saved me from my past. The person who took me in, raised me. He was so close to me, I called him my brother.
A blurry dot appeared in the distance.
"HEY [NAME]! I'M BACK!" it said.
"Over. . . here. . ." I croaked. He must of saw me because I saw something drop. I could hear fast footsteps pounding on the ground. When he reached me, he bent down and lifted me so I was sitting on my bottom.
"S**T! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Alfred shouted worriedly.
"I. . . got shot. . ." I whispered painfully.
"By who?!" Alfred screamed. I could tell he was ready to murder someone. "Wait, don't tell me. Your father did this?!" I nodded. He then pulled out his phone. "I'm going to call nine-one-one!"
I put my hand on his. "Don't. Takes too long. Carry me. The hospital. . . is only about a mile away. . ."
Alfred nodded and picked me up gingerly.
I stood next to Alfred. Along with Arthur, Matthew, and Francis. They all looked at the bed with depressed faces. I whispered things to them in hope of cheering them up. But they couldn't hear me. Or see or touch me. I half expected for Arthur to walk up to me and talk to me, since he claims he sees magical creatures such as a 'Flying Mint Bunny'. But since I couldn't see them, I didn't believe him.
I was on the bed, in a coma.
A doctor entered the room. All heads turned towards him. "Miss [Name] had lost too much blood. We need a blood transfusion. We have a low supply at the moment. Do any of you fine gentleman have either [b/t] or O negative?"
"We do!" I heard Alfred and Arthur exclaim at the same time. They then looked at each other awkwardly before looking back at the doctor. The doctor nodded.
"Alright. Thank you. I'll come back shortly." The doctor then left. When he did, more people flooded in the room. Yao, Ivan, Kiku, Feliciano, and Ludwig. I just stood there unnoticed.
"So, vhat happened?" Ludwig asked.
"She lost lots of blood," Francis said. "Angleterre and America volunteered to give [Name] blood."
"Vas?!" the German exclaimed.
"You know what happen if countries give blood to humans!" Yao exclaimed. Countries? But their just land forms! But I did hear Arthur call Alfred America a few times.
I saw Alfred's hands turn into fists. "I know. That's the risk I'm going to take to save her."
"But she'll-a have to the burden like the-a rest of us! I don't want her to-a bear it as well!" Feliciano said sadly.
"We might as well let her-"
"NO!" Arthur shouted and I jumped. "We won't let her die! You already heard what America said! I'm willing to take it as well!"
"Oui! Me as well!"
"Fein. But remember, zhat vee personified countries never attempted zhis before. She may or may not be a country."
I woke up on the white bed. I felt strong. Younger. Smarter. I turned my head to the left and saw my older brothers with their back to me. They were having a conversation with the others.
"Why. . . didn't you tell me?" I said out loud. Wait, was that an ACCENT?!
"[NAME]!" they all exclaimed. Alfred ran over to my bedside.
"How do you feel?!" he asked excitedly yet with worry.
"Like your younger sister," I said. Alfred gave me a grin. I looked back at the ceiling. "America." Alfred stiffened. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" he said nervously. The others stared at us with interested faces.
I felt tears run down my face. I then got angry. I quickly stood on the bed. I grimaced as I did, but I then was eye level with Alfred. "THAT YOU WERE COUNTRIES!" I screamed as I punched him in the face. I felt good yet bad as I saw him fly to the white wall. "You. . . bloody arse," I cried as I fell to my knees on the bed. Everyone had surprised faces.
"[Name]," Arthur said as he put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him. He gave me a sad smile. "We couldn't tell you we were countries because it is classified information."
I nodded. "I-I'm sorry, big brother. . ."
I saw Alfred get up. He walked over to me. He had a red mark on his face. "It's okay little sis!" he said optimistically. "You punch hard! Like me! But you know what?"
"You have Iggy's accent!"
-End of Dream of Memories-
I woke up, for real this time. My head pounded as I sat up on the bed. I then realized I was in an unknown place. I looked around frantically, looking for something familiar. My eyes adjusted and I could see outlines of a table, bookshelf, closet, and other things. I searched my newly gained memories. Yet I could not find memories of this room.
I looked out the window. Moonlight flowed into the room, making it a little easier to see. I saw something move. I blinked and saw nothing. There must be something in my eye.
The window crashed open. A dark figure dived in. I dived under the blanket. I tried my best to make my breathing quieter. I strained my ears, trying to hear footsteps or breathing.
I felt the blanket get pulled off of me. The coldness hit me. "BLOODY -" A hand covered my face.
"Language poppet!" a cheerful voice whispered in my ear. I heard that voice before.
Panicked, I quickly grabbed the hand on my face and twisted it. The man gave a small yelp and I jumped off the bed.
I threw the door open and ran out. Light hit my face as I ran. I then saw a tall person with their back to me. He has silverish beige hair. He had a light pink scarf around his neck and wore a long tan coat. He stood at the end of the hallway.
"IVAN! IVAN!" I cried as I got closer to him.
He turned around and I jumped into his arms. I cried into his shoulder, avoiding the scarf he loved.
"I'm glad to see you too, sunflower."
"I am too. . ." I said between sniffles. I cried harder like a silly 13 year old. And I'm 16!
"Is something wrong?" Russia asked worriedly. I nodded. "Tell me why, da?"
"T-the window b-broke o-open and a-a man c-covered my m-mouth!"
I heard a door slam open. I felt Russia's aura surround him and me. "What is it America?" I heard Ivan say.
"O-oh! Russia!" Alfred said timidly. "OH! HEY [NAME]!" Big Brother exclaimed. I turned my head and saw him holding a gun. Is someone at war?!
"Hallo Big Brother," I greeted with a faint English accent. "What's with the gun?"
"Oh! RIGHT! THE-"
America got pushed aside. Ludwig appeared with a gun and he was drenched in sweat.
"ZHE SECOND PLAYERS ARE HERE!!!"