MicrOCnations: Once Upon A Star...

Chapter 1: An Encounter

??? POV

"Running through the woods is probably not my best idea, but it's the SAFEST choice..."

"So I have to run..."

"That's all I have to do right now..."

"Gosh, what have I done this time...?"

Oh, sorry. I haven't introduced myself because... Well, I'm running. From what, is what I don't really know yet. Anyways, I'm *******.

Ugh, right. I can't even trust my own mind now-

Suddenly I trip over something. My eyesight is limited to one eye, but still sharp even in darkness. I pick myself up and dust off my uniform. Looking around, I see what I tripped over...

Wings? Black ones even... I don't remember any other country with wings like those except... Third Reich?! But he's not moving.

I take a closer look, he's breathing but not waking up even after I tripped over him. I lightly poke his shoulder and get jumped by the guy. He easily pinned me to the forest floor due to my weak state, wrapping his hand around my neck tight enough to just cut off a bit of my air.

"Ooh! Scared ya didn't I?" Said the man with the grin of a maniac plastered on his face. 

"F-fuck! G-get off m-me!" Running out of options and breath, I desperately try to pry his hands off me. But once again, being in this state means I can't do anything but pray for a miracle to happen.

"Nuh-uh-uh. No running, boy" His hands now squeezing the air out of me.

Starting to feel lightheaded, I hear the click of a gun loading. Something metallic presses on the side of my head. My eyes widen in fear and realization of what Third Reich is about to do next.

"No... Please...." Struggling to breathe or keep myself awake, I start to pass out. 

I brace myself for the shot but nothing happened. I felt a sudden rush of air flow back into my lungs as Third was being lifted off me. I jolt awake still feeling his grip. I was about to run but the sight I was met with, I couldn't turn away from. Three or four other countries had come over and is now tearing Third Reich to shreds.

The one fighting off Third had claws that resembled that of a bear and wore a coat with boots. Two others who were trying to hold the maniac in place, on the right they had sunglasses and eagle wings, the left was taller and has similar claws like the first country and had an ushanka fit snug on their head along with a winter jacket. The last one wore a top hat, suit, and what seems like a lion's tail... How... Familiar...

I'm not sure, but I finally got a glimpse of the four who saved me from Third Reich. I was grateful, but I also don't know these people. I wasn't sure whether I should leave or not.

After the fight (which left Third laying on the ground covered up in scratches and stabs but still half alive somehow), the tallest one approached me. Instinctively I immediately stood up and backed away.

"Не волнуйся, we're not here to hurt you" (Don't worry) The man said in a thick Russian accent. Red skin, eyepatch with a hammer and sickle, wearing an ushanka with a familiar emblem on it.

I immediately froze. I knew who he was. I wanted to run but I couldn't. I stood there terrified for my life. I decided to speak using my native language (Indonesian because I was neighbours with the kid) to confuse them so I could escape.

"A-Aku gak yakin kamu mau menyelamatkan ku!" I was already backing up but was fairly slow due to my weakening state.

They took a glance at each other then turn back to me. "Aros?!" One of them shouted, the one with a winter jacket who I recognized as Russia, ran over and gave me a tight hug. Of course, knowing him already, I returned the hug.

"H-how did you know I was here...?" I said, burying my face into his shoulders because our height difference wasn't too far (fairly unimportant fact but it helps with the description, y'know?).

He chuckled, but I saw the underlying worry in it "I had a feeling. You thought I forgot about you?" He said while comforting me.

I just sighed in relief. "Eh... Maybe"

He smirked. "идиот" (Idiot) He pulled away from the hug and gave a signal to the others that I was safe to approach.

The first to step forward was who Russia called 'Capitalist Pig' but in all seriousness, his name is USA or America.

"Hey, so uhh... Who are you exactly?" Said America while tipping his sunglasses down slightly.

Russia gave him a quick glare but I ensured him I was fine. I straightened myself up and held my hand out.

"Armed Republic of Stardom. But call me Nov or Aros since it's too formal." America shook my hand and introduced himself and his father.

"United States of America. I usually go by USA, America or Ame. And this is my dad, UK."

UK went and greeted me as well. "Yes, I'm UK. May I ask how you ended up here?"

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Okay cool, FIRST CHAPTER DONE AND A PERFECT 830 WORDS LMAO

I know it ain't much but oh well :)