You awoke in a cold sweat. You looked around to see that you were on your bed in your room. Everything seemed perfectly normal.
“Really? Was all that just some dream?” You asked yourself. You got out of bed and looked at the clock. It was already noon, too late to go into school, but you didn’t exactly seem to mind. One less day of that hell-hole could do you some good. “I slept that long? I don’t even remember going to bed…” you mumbled to yourself.
That’s when you felt the cold tip of a blade hover above your throat.
“That’s because you fainted and I had to carry you to your bed.”
You froze in your place, careful not to make any sudden movements. There was no way it was really her, right?
“Turn around.” She commanded and you quickly obeyed. There she was. The personification of the republic of Belarus. Or at least, according to Hetalia. She was wearing her usual dress and bow, while her eyes….oh, those deep blue eyes that could cut as sharp as the knife she was holding, were staring straight into the very depths of your soul. Her gaze eventually drifted downwards, inspecting ever inch of you before asking: “What’s your name?”
“(Name) (l/n).” you slowly replied, not wanting to somehow offend her.
She seemed to calm somewhat, but not wanting to take any chances, you remained still. If you knew a thing or two about the female in front of you, it was that she was as unpredictable as a rabid wolf.
“(Name)….where am I and why?” She asked, in a voice so deep and harsh it could almost be considered a growl.
You thought for a moment. You could easily answer the first question, but the second one was as much as a mystery to you as it was to her. You gulped and finally answered.
“You’re in (Hometown), but I’m sorry I don’t know why you’re here exactly. You see, I think you kind of, came out of my computer…” You pointed over to your once functioning computer, which had now been reduced to nothing but useless cables and wires. “That’s all I really know. Believe me; I’m as confused as you right now, Natasha….” Bad move.
The room echoed with the sound of a loud thud, the sound of Belarus’s fist connecting with the side of your head. You instantly collapsed to the ground, the whole right side of your head throbbing. “I-I just got bitch slapped…by Belarus!” you screamed in your head, although you were punched by Belarus, not really slapped.
“How do you know my name?! You kidnapped me and brought me here, didn’t you?” She hissed, as she brought the tip of the knife to the skin of your neck once again.
“N-No I-I swear! Please let me explain…” You slowly got up from the floor and walked over to grab the I-Pad on your desk. Luckily with that, you would still be able to access the Internet. Belarus kept a watchful eye on you the whole time, keeping the knife on your back. You quickly typed in Hetalia and showed her everything.
“S-see…” you stammered. “These are your friends, right? Your sister, your brother even you, are a part of this T.V show, called Hetalia. It’s sort of like an alternate universe and I’m guessing you came from there and-.” You stopped short when you heard the knife drop to the floor. You looked up and saw Belarus’s eyes wide, with dilated pupils.
“So, my entire life…is a lie?” She asked slowly.
You stood there staring at her for a while, feeling sorry for her and finally coming up with something to say.
“While, no, of course your life isn’t a lie. Your life is just set in another world. And hey, who’s to say my life is nothing but a lie? It’s all about perspective.” You told her, rather proud of yourself on your clever speech.
She glanced at you for a moment, and then looked away. “Well, aren’t you the poetic one?”She remarked, in a rather rude tone. You smiled softly anyways. Besides, what more could you expect from her?
“You could stay in my guest bedroom if you would like. It’s pretty big and you could have it all to yourself.” You stated. She grunted in response. You giggled softly. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
***Kesesese, A TIMESKIP!!!***
~February 8th, 2013
I found this notebook in this girl’s guestroom. I figured, I might as well keep some sort of record while I’m here. I don’t know why I’m even in this world, but I intend to find out how to get back to my own world as quickly as possible. There’s no way that Big Brother has escaped from marrying me just yet! All I can really hope for right now is for that girl to just stay out of my way. And yet…there’s something about her that I’m fond of, though I’m not quite sure what. Perhaps, it’s just nothing…yes, I’m sure it’s nothing. All I have to do is stay focused.