Hetalia rp for me und Bluejay14

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    "Nothing." France walked over to Annabeth and trough an arm over her shoulder. "I believe Matt must really love her, if he wants her as his capital. I say we just watch and see what happens. I doubt he will force her."

    Annabeth coughed. "w-what are you talking about? What do you mean...Capitol?" She coughed again, feeling light-headed. She wheezed a bit and sat down, trying to breathe. She took a puff from her inhaler.

    "There are only two ways someone can be a capital. One, the person is a child of a nation, or the person is the nation's Ohononon."


    "Shut up, Frog!!!! And get away from Annabeth. She's already on the edge of another bloody attack!"

    Italy frowned, his curl drooping. "Ve~ it must be bad. I hope her's arn't like mine, where everyone leaves and makes fun of me. What if she's dreaming about her parents? I hate dreams about loved ones that die. Or growing up in foster care? What if-"


    "Be quite, Italy! You're only making this worse!"

    He walked over. "Santo Rita Meata Mater Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explorer..."he chanted.


    A small fog formed and Annabeth's dream was broadcasted around them. A nine-year old Annabeth was sitting next to her sister as they both blew out the candles on a birthday cake. They smiled and the party ended with them going to bed. A smoke alarm woke her and she looked around, confused. She heard the crackling of a fire and instantly rushed to her sister's room. She was out of bed, but the smoke was starting to het to her. Annabeth ripped th fabric of her night-gown and putting it over her sister's mouth. She picked her up. And rushed out of the room, trudging as quickly as she could with her sister hoisted onto her back. She was puffing and coughing.


    "A-Aille. You stay with me, alright? When I get you outside...you run to a neighbor's house..." A beam fell near the two and she jumped, hurrying even more. "Keep the rag over your mouth no matter what, Aille. Don't breathe in the smoke." She found the door and rushed out, setting Aille down. "Now, you go do what I told you. Don't go back in that house no matter what."


    The girl ran back in, looking for her parents. "Mom... Dad! Where are you?" She heard coughing and rushed toward the source. "Mom! Dad!"


    "Anna! Where's your sister?!"


    "She's outside! Come on! Let's go!" She coughed more and grabbed her parents' hands. They rushed towards the door, despite the maze of smoke and smoldering debris. They were just about to make it when the floor gave out, sending them all tumbling to the basement floor. Everything went black for a moment, followed by a short scream. Her eyes slowly opened. w-why is it so hard to breathe? she looked around. mom...? Dad...? she looked around. Her eyes landed on two motionless figures and she crawled over to them. mom...dad. Wake up!! Wake up... Please. Don't leaved Aille and I alone! with that, the dream ended