(Hetalia Men X Reader) Into The Past - 2

(Name) gazed down at her feet.

What is going on?

Is this war?

(Name) could only frown at the thought. She couldn't believe that she was actually trapped in time. She closed her eyes, trying her best to clear her mind. The sudden, loud noise of an explosion startled (Name) greatly, making her cover her ears. As she gazed forward, seeing two shadowy figures approaching her.

"I don't understand why I have to patrol with you, bloody frog." Muttered an angry British accent.
"Ohohohon, you have to get used to it, Arthur." Replied a strong French accent.

Being unaware if those men approaching her could be the enemy, (Name) stood still.
The Frenchman stopped in his track, eyeing (Name).
"Ohohohon, looks like I found a belle fille." The Frenchman chuckled, walking closer to (Name)'s figure.
"You stupid git! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" Came the Englishman, who began to fight with the Frenchman, strangling each other and yelling insults left and right.
(Name)'s {E/C} eyes widened.
"Stop." (Name) said fearfully. Luckily both the Frenchman and The Englishman stopped their fighting, setting their sights on (Name). The Englishman approached (Name)'s body and crouched down in front of her.
"What is your name, love?" The Englishman asked politely, tucking a few strands of (Name)'s {H/C} {H/L} hair behind her ear.
"(N-Name)." She muttered, not daring to look into the Englishman's eyes.
Ohohohon, you have a belle name, mon petite." Interrupted the Frenchman offering (Name) a red rose out of his pocket. The Englishman rolled his eyes.
"Tell us (Name), what are you doing here in the midst of the battlefield?" The Englishman asked.
"I...I'm...I...I was not supposed to be here." (Name) explained with a weak tone of voice.
The Englishman and the Frenchman stared at each other, and then focused back to (Name).
"(Name), are you a member of the Axis Powers?" The Frenchman asked, (Name) stared up at him.

W-What...?

Axis Powers?

No...

This can't be...

Am I stuck in WWII?

(Name) didn't answer the Frenchman's question. Instead she asked another.
"This is...1939, isn't it?" (Name) said above a whisper.
The Englishman nodded, as he and The Frenchman stood up.
"Francis, we should take her to the Headquarters." Arthur whispered. Francis nodded.
"I hate to agree with you, but we have to help (Name)." Arthur said, as he picked up (Name) bridal style. (Name) blushed, not knowing where the two men were taking her. The Frenchman could only sigh deeply, as he followed quickly behind the Englishman.

~ ~ ~ Meanwhile, In Axis camp ~ ~ ~

"Looks like those verdammt Allies found another possible country."  Came a stern, German accent.
"Hai. It rooks rike it is weak, and uncappabre of fighting against us." Came a quiet, Japanese accent.
The determined German soldier was currently staring at a map, showing The Allied territory.
"Ve~! I hope she will like pasta!" Came a bubbly, Italian accent.

~ ~ ~ Back to Allied Headquarters ~ ~ ~
(Name) whimpered in her sleep, as warmth enveloped her whole form. Her {E/C} eyes fluttered open, as (Name) gazed up, her drowsy {E/C} eyes meeting a pair of warm, lively violet orbs.
"Had a nice nap, sunflower?" Came a gentle Russian accent.
(Name) turned her gaze around her surroundings, a pretty plain building, that had rifles and various other weaponry, grenades, and military equipment and dark color uniforms, all around the walls.
"Hey dudes! (Name)'s awake!" Came a hyper American accent.
(Name) whipped her head towards the source of the accent, seeing a young man, with dirty blond hair, a cowlick, who was also wear an AAF Uniform, with a brown bomber jacket. The young man grinned playfully at (Name), making her blush.
"Are you, alright, aru?" Came a Chinese accent.
"Y-Yes." (Name) said.
"(Name), are you hungry? You can taste my scones." Arthur said, holding up a plate of some weird, black stuff. Which didn't look like scones at all.
"No way dude. You're going to poison her with your prettified couch stuffing!" The American retorted.
The Russian that had (Name) on his lap chuckled softly, catching (Name)'s attention from The American and The Englishman who were fighting.
"You're safe with us, sunflower." The Russian smiled in a childish manner.
"But if those Axis try to take you away..." The Russian continued, a purple, dark aura emitting from him.

Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol

(Name) looked away for a moment, as her mind fell into thoughts about reality, and what she will do if she was ever going to return to the modern world. But still, meeting up with the Allies wasn't a bad thing...

TO BE CONTINUED