Chapter 1 :Wish Upon a Star
After your parent's deaths, you lived alone. Thanks to your obsession with Hetalia, you were nearly friendless, too. One night you stood on your porch, your Arthur Kirkland plushie in hand, and you wished upon a shooting star.
"I wish I had a friend," you whispered to it. The plushie in your hands felt warm for a second, but you didn't think too much of it. Going back inside, you sighed a bit at the picture of your parents.
(Later that night
"_____?" a British voice called.
You jumped. Who said that? You were the only one in the apartment, except for
No, that was impossible. A plushie couldn't talk! As the voice called your name again, your (e/c) eyes snapped open. The plushie appeared to be breathing.
"____, I've been waiting for you to wake up," it said, covering its ears as you screamed.
who are you?" you asked softly.
"I'm Arthur Kirkland, or England, of course. And you're _____, correct?"
You nodded shakily. "How
? Was it the star?"
"Yes. That and a messed-up spell," replied England. He blushed a bit, kicking at the ground.
"Well, would you like to stay with me?" you asked. You shook your (h/c) hair out of your face, smiling a little.
"Yes I would," he whispered.
You hugged the little plushie close to you, wondering what adventures time would bring.