Trapped With the Countries Chptr 1

"Crap, Crap, Crap!" Aria shouted as she ran through the woods. A branch hit her in the face, but she kept running. This was how her mornings usually started, being late for the bus and having to run through the woods to get to school. She just wanted today to be different though, it was her first day in high school. She grabbed a hold on her sketch book that had started to slip; she did not want to drop that thing. The sketch book was her prized possession; she never showed anyone the drawings. It was kind of creepy, people would watch her draw, and specifically what she was drawing, but then afterwards couldn't remember a thing afterwards. It was scary, so eventually everyone gave up on trying to catch her drawings. But that didn't matter right now, what mattered was that she was going to be extremely late if she didn't pick up the pace. She took one look at her phone, and ran all the faster through the woods. It would be one thing to get out of the woods on time, another to cross the street in time, and another to get to school on time. She broke out of the woods and not one foot in front of her a car whizzed by, followed by three more cars and a bus. The bus, she recognized, was not one of middle school, but high school. And to her great joy, there was a handle bar on the back. She ran and jumped for it, her feet first hitting the step and her hands wrapping around the bar. She smiled her big smile, and held on tight. Of course, the way her day was going, she was nearly thrown off when the bus made a sharp turn into the school grounds while she was readjusting her grip. The bell rung, signaling students to get to their lockers and then go to class. The smile was ripped off her face, and she jumped down off the bus at the first door.
She fixed her clothing. She readjusted her hat, so the kitty ears on top were straight and pointed. She smoothed down her favorite blue under armor sweatshirt and the black skirt she was wearing over flared jeans. She tied her neon green shoes, and smoothed the Hetalia sticker on the outside of her left shoe. She ran her fingers through her hair, completely black with white tips on the end and straight as an arrow. She didn't know why the white was there, and she didn't really care. She did care when people asked her where she got her hair highlighted, and they didn't believe her when she said it was natural. She wasn't lying of course; her hair had come with white tips on the end for as long as she could remember. She wasn't about to get them dyed, that particular concept grossed her out. Putting unnatural things in your hair, other than shampoo and conditioner, was strictly forbidden in Aria's book. She walked up to the front door. She had put her earphones in to drown out the noise of the school, and was now listening to her favorite song, 'Mrs. Pumpkin's Comical Dream'. She walked to the beat of the song up to the door and swung it open. Empty. Completely empty. She looked down the hallway, confusion spread clearly across her face. "H-hello?" she called down the hallway. No answer. Instead of walking back to the main entrance like she should have done, she just stepped in and walked straight down the hallway. 'Strange,' Aria thought, 'We didn't go to this part of the school on the tour…' her voice trailed off. She walked for what seemed like forever, but was probably only five minutes. She was starting to get creeped out so she broke into a run. She failed to see the hole in the floor, and dropped through. She was falling. 'But to where?' Aria thought. Something hard hit the back of her head, and she blacked out.
Japan, or Honda Kiku, had just gotten back from the world meeting. Of course, nothing had been accomplished. They merely argued about trivial things, with Germany trying to calm them down, and America trying to convince everyone that he was a 'Hero'. Japan had just stayed quietly in the back and watched. He sat down under a kotatsu and began eating sushi with some traditional green tea. He suddenly heard a loud "THUD" and jumped about five feet in the air. The sound had come from his basement, maybe there was somebody down there? No, he left all doors looked along with the windows and the curtains closed. Surely it was just mice, right? Yes, yes it was a mouse. Japan went down to the basement nonetheless, with his katana at his side. What he found down there was surprising. Boxes were crushed under the weight of a girl, no more than fourteen or fifteen and she lay sprawled across them in the most awkward of positions, her kitty hat covering her face. Japan quickly sheathed his katana and walked over to the girl. He knelt down and checked her pulse, well, her heart was still beating. He had so many questions for the girl, such as how did she get in? Why was she in his basement? What was with her white tipped hair (ok, maybe that one could wait..)? He saw that she was just unconscious, and took her upstairs and into his spare bedroom. He lay her down in a futon and left.
Aria was sliding back into consciousness, and felt a throbbing pain in the back of her head. She felt like she just wanted to lay there and die, but after several minutes of trying to fall back asleep, she opened her eyes. She realized she was laying on a futon, and not her bed. And this wasn't her room. She sat bolt upright, which caused the pain in her head to become more intense. She opened the door and hobbled downstairs. She nearly had a heart attack when she saw who was sitting there. "J-Japan?" He snapped out of his manga he was reading and stated, "Konichiwa, I am J- Honda Kiku. No, we are not in Japan, but in Georgia. In America." He got up to go shake her hand, but she ran back upstairs and slammed the door to the room shut. Japan sighed and figured it was going to take some serious convincing to get this girl to say anything. America took that opportune moment to burst through the door of Japan's house, and run in.
"HAHAHAHA! The hero is here!" America screamed, but to him was talking normally. Aria heard this up in her room and quietly opened the door to see what was going on.
"Hello America. I'm sorry, but this really isn't a good time." Japan said. He had to figure out some way to get the girl to come downstairs.
"What? There's always time for the hero!" America said. By then Aria had creeped out of the door and to the top of the stairs. This seemed to be a little too far, for America saw her and said, "Who's the girl?" Her eyes shot wide open as she scrambled to get back to the room. However, America was faster and was up the stairs and grabbed her by the wrist before she could escape.
"Let me go, let me go!" Aria screamed as her captor held on. She struggled and struggled, and as a last resort, bit him. He flinched a little, but his jacket kept her from breaking through his skin. She looked up at him, and realized who he was. "I'll tell England if you don't let go of me right now!" she screamed. This startled America a little and he loosened his grip. Aria pulled away, but not before Japan had grabbed her other wrist.
"Please, we just want to talk!" Japan said. Aria stopped struggling and allowed herself to be pulled downstairs. They all sat under the kotatsu, Aria with her chin to her chest.
"So, let's make this simple. 1) Who are you 2) Why are you in Kiku's house 3) How did you get here?" America demanded.
"America, please, you're just scaring her." Japan said as America glanced at the girl. He was right; the girl had tears welling up in her eyes. "Would you like something to drink?" Japan asked softly. The girl nodded her head, but said nothing. "What would you like?" the girl seemed to contemplate whether or not to answer him, and finally she said, "Green tea, please." Japan got up to go get it from the kitchen, leaving Aria with America at the table. She edged a little farther away from the table, and America looked at her, sensing her unease.
"You can stop freaking out, we're not going to murder you, I promise." America said. This caught Aria's attention, but she quickly turned away from his stare. America just continued to stare, unaware that he was being quite rude and that the girl was starting to heat up. Aria sat up as she remembered her phone and whipped it out of her back pocket. She sighed in defeat, no reception. America crawled over to where she was sitting as she began to play solitaire. He snorted, and that earned him a death-glare from the girl. She widened her eyes, "Oh crap," she said out loud. America burst out laughing as Aria turned a light shade of red. Japan walked back into the room, and saw America on the floor laughing and Aria staring at the table in embarrassment. Her head turned to him as she got up and bowed.
"I'm so sorry, you're wasting your good tea on me and I'm being stubborn as a mule. I haven't even told you my name." she said, as she pulled America off the ground. "I'm Aria, Aria Takanashi." She said, determined to have a proper greeting. America shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Alfred F. Jones. I'm the hero!" America said, his face beaming with a smile.
"Um, you don't have to use your human name; I know who you really are." Aria said looking down at her feet. This made the room settle into an awkward silence.
"Wh-what?" America finally said a look of surprise spread across his face.
"I said I know who you are. You're America, and he's Japan." Aria said, pointing to each of them in turn. "I, uh, think my head is starting to \act up again. May I go back up to the room I was in before?" She asked quietly. Japan nodded, handed her the green tea, and she walked off upstairs.

"Kesesese!" he laughed. "This is going to be the best prank ever pulled!" He whispered, to no one but himself. He peered through the bushes, through the window, to America. He was determined to pull a prank on America, he just had to. Prussia crept through the yard, and up to ladder that ran down the side of Japan's house. He climbed up and pulled himself through the nearest window. The room was dark, his eyes had to adjust a bit. The room was simple, wooden floor, white wall disrupted only by the entrance and a small closet. He looked on the floor, there was a small futon out, the sheets crumpled. Next to the bed was an empty cup of what appeared to have held green tea. He thought this was strange, Japan didn't usually leave stuff lying around like that. Then he realized the sheets were breathing. He tip-toed closer and pulled back the covers, revealing a girl's face. He leaned over her, and she opened her eyes. She didn't seem fazed by the dark red ones staring back. In fact. all she said was,
"'Sup Prussia."