Hi everyone! I kinda fell in love with England's 2p!, Oliver and this idea came out of nowhere and took over my mind. I don't own Hetalia. I seriously hope you enjoy and don't be afraid to almost kill me to write the second chapter. I . .um . .like to quit stories in the middle of them . . . I hope I don't do it for this one, but still. Things change. Please comment, because I love comments so much. I've learned they're quite rare. . . .So PLEASE comment. I can't tell you when the next chapter will be out, because I like to write LOTS of fanfiction. You guys will probably have to almost kill me to write it, but I wouldn't mind. So, I don't want to sound like a bother about this, but PLEASE COMMENT! Hope you enjoy! And sorry for more stupid cliffhangers. . . I know I hate them but I still do them.

It was raining out. Thunder boomed not far away. Lightning flashed quite often.

"Where-Where am I? How did I get here? Who-Who am I? All I remember is . . ." The boy paused "Oliver. My name is Oliver."

Oliver then noticed the storm going on, and that his only shelter was a big tree in the middle of nowhere. Something sharp was poking him as well. He looked down at his damp, pink shirt and looked for the source of the small pain. Oliver was utterly surprised when he found the answer.

Why was he holding a knife?! And through closer examination, he saw that it was a little red-stained. It couldn't be blood, could it? And-And what's with these bottles? He pulled them out as well. Oliver read 'Special Cupcake Frosting' on the label. But no matter how many times that, he could only think of one word. Poison.

Well, since Oliver had it with him, and he kept thinking of "poison" while reading the label, Oliver made a random guess it was poison. Why else would he keep thinking that?

After accepting the fact that he's holding poison and weapons, he tries to get up. It hurt in some places, but what hurt the most was his head. Oliver had a terrible headache. And he had no idea why.

Oliver leaned against the tree while all the blood was rushing to his head. "I-I better find a place to go and get out of the rain."

He looked around after his head stopped hurting so much. "Is that a light? Or am I just imagining it?"

Oliver thought that he saw a fain glow up on a hill, past all the tall grass and a few trees. Though he would have to go through all the rain to get to something that might not be there. Oh well, he would just have to take that risk. Not like he can stay under the tree.

Oliver took his first step since waking up. Pain shot up through his leg, but he managed to stay on his feet. He let go of the tree slowly, as he took another painful step. Oliver winced, but kept going.

The rain had been drizzling under the tree because of the leaves, but there was no cover out in the open. The rain was pouring down harder than Oliver knew was normal. He kept walking and walking, trying to ignore the pain.

On the way there, he started to wonder how he got hurt in the first place. What could have made his so weak? And why was he in the middle of nowhere? Not to mention the knife and poison.

After what felt like hours, but was probably only 30-45 minutes, Oliver got to the hill where he could see a building. At closer look, it looked quite like a small castle. The pain kept getting worse. He clenched his arm and took another step up the grassy hill.

The rain didn't help. Oliver could barely see and he kept slipping on muddy spots. All the water was going downhill, so that didn't help. One of these times, Oliver was going to slop and not be able to get back up. When he fell one time, he though about not getting back up. But Oliver knew better than to give up just because he fell.

After hard pain and suffering for another half hour at least, Oliver reached the building. He was out of breath and his whole body hurt. Oliver walked around the castle to find the front door. He was liming the whole way and pretty much crawled up the hill. Oliver rounded the corner to find another barely-visible wall. He must have come from the back.

Oliver rounded one more corner and saw some large doors. He limped to the door, holding the wall. Or at least balancing on it. Oliver noticed the rain stopped all of a sudden. He looked up to notice that this place had one of those roofs above the front door. He was glad for that. Now that Oliver was out of the rain, he noticed that the wind was blowing really hard, too.

Either way, Oliver better try to go inside now. His head was really starting to hurt, and it was painful to even move now. Oliver looked around for a doorbell, and found one on the right side about eye level with him. He raised his arm slowly and rang it.

But Oliver didn't know if it made any sound. He just knew that he pressed the button and everything went black. Oliver fainted and fell to the ground.