You sat in one of the Allies larger tents, crying. Your five captors sat around you, arguing with each other about what to do with you, along with France and England choking each other. Eventually, China squatted down to your level and looked into your sobbing, <e/c> eyes.
"Hello, aru." He said, "My name is China-"
"I know, I heard you talk to each other. That's America, England, France, and Russia, right?" You asked, pointing out each country as you named them.
"T-that's right, aru. You really are smart for a little one, aren't you?" He smiled at you and ran his fingers through your hair, much like your father would when he was trying to lull you to sleep.
'Daddy…' The image of your father laying motionless on the ground made tears perk in the corners of your eyes. This didn't go unnoticed by China however.
"Aiyah! Wh-what did I do!?" He panicked. Now all heads were turned to you.
"I-I want my daddy!" You were bawling again at this point.
"Damn it, China! I though you said you were good with kids!" England yelled, "Give her to me!"
"No! I'm better than kids with you! I raised most of Asia! Look what happen when you tried to raise America!"
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" America pouted.
The argument continued while you drowned out all the noise around you.
'Daddy, come and get me… These people are weird…'
The three nations sat around a fire, wondering what to do next. Germany and Japan were going over plans and battle plans, while Italy just sat there, crying. That's all he's been doing since you were taken away. He blamed himself for being so weak and not being able to protect you.
'____… I'm-a so sorry! I should've been stronger! I should've paid more attention to Germany's training! I should've ran away with you the minute they came!' Tears streamed down his face more furiously now. I'll save you… Don't worry, bella, papa's coming for-a you…'
You awoke the next morning to find you'd been carried to China's tent. How'd you know it was China's? He was sleeping across from you.
'I don't remember falling asleep…' All you remembered from last night was the Allies arguing and you crying. You didn't realize that you'd quite literally cried yourself to sleep…
You stood up from the sleeping bag that you'd been huddled in and walked over to China's, trying to get him to wake up. You poked him on his face, making him mumble something and roll over, but he still remained asleep. You weren't trying overly hard, because you wanted an excuse to wake him up in a more "exciting" manner. You backed up to the opposite side of the tent to get a running start, and jumped on the Chinese man. That woke him up.
"Aiyah! What the hell was that for!?" He bolted upright and yelled at you.
"You wouldn't wake up…" You looked at him with pleading <e/c> orbs, full of false innocence.
He sighed, "Alright, aru, what do you want?"
"I want to go home… Please, I didn't do anything wrong, can't I just go back?" You felt tears prickle at the edge of your eyes again, but wiped them away before they could fall, and kept a straight face. China's expression softened.
"Look, I know you think that they are the good guys, aru, but they're not. England just thought that you'd be better of with us."
"That's not true!" You yelled, "Daddy saved me when I was all alone! Uncle Roma, and Uncle Spain, and Uncle Germany, and Uncle Japan, and big brother Prussia, and him are my family!" Tears were cascading down your cheeks again at this point. Unexpectedly, China embraced you.
"It'll be okay, aru… Just trust me!"
'Trust you? Trust you!? You took me away from my daddy!' You thought, enraged, making you cry even harder.
After crying into China's shoulder for what seemed like hours you finally pulled away.
"I don't believe I got your name, aru."
Wiping the remaining tears from your eyes, you looked away in protest and grumbled, "_______…"
"That's a cute name, aru!" He smiled at you while you continued to pout, "Are you hungry, ____?"
You hated to admit it, but you were starving. "Yeah…" You sighed.
"Alright, I'll make you something to eat, aru! Come with me." He held out his hand to you, and hesitantly, you took it.
Outside, the rest of the Allies were in an argument as usual. The first thing you noticed was France and England choking each other again. Just like your papa and Uncle Roma used to…
"Oh, hey, the little dudette's awake!" America practically screamed, catching the attention of the other bickering nations.
"Bloody hell, China, it's unlike you to oversleep." England said, with his hands still around France's neck.
"Well if you guys would stop arguing, maybe I could actually get some sleep, aru!" China yelled.
'But I saw you arguing with them too…'
"Well, now that everyone's awake I may as well make bre-"
"No!" Everyone shouted at England in unison. You looked at them confused. Was his cooking really that bad?
China made breakfast for you and the rest of the Allies and, you had to admit, it was really good. Normally you were extremely picky, what with you being raised by Italy and all, but you had about three servings of Chinese food before you were full. After breakfast is when things got interesting. France ran over to you, picked you up in his arms, and started petting your head.
"Ohonhonhon~ Aren't you just ze cutest little thing! What's your name?"
"Um… _____." You answered. You've been warned about France before, from just about everyone you knew, and he was already creeping you out a little bit.
"A cute name for a cute little girl~!" He did that creepy laugh of he's again and you could hear him muttering to himself under his breath something that sounded like, "Hello, new French territory."
Okay, now he was really creeping you out. You sent China a pleading look to come and help you. Thankfully, he got the message.
"France knock it off, you're freaking her out! You're even freaking me out a little, aru!"
"Bloody hell, France, give her to me!" England snatched you from the Frenchman.
Oh great. Now you were with him. You'd been strictly told my your papa and Uncle Romano to run away from Britain if you ever saw him.
'Maybe if I listened, then I wouldn't be in this mess… And maybe… Daddy wouldn't have gotten hurt…' You shook the depressing thought out of your head, 'No, daddy's okay, and he's coming to get me right now! He won't let mean, old Mr. Britain hurt me!' The last thing you needed at this moment was pessimism.
Italy had waited long enough. Sure, Germany and Japan were working their best to formulate a plan to save you, but it was taking too long. Who knows what could've happened to you by now? What the hell were they doing to you? What if they were trying to get information out of you that you didn't have? No, he couldn't wait any longer. He stood up from the hot sand and began walking into the brush in the direction the Allies went.
"Itary? Where are you going?" Japan asked his friend.
Italy turned around and gave him and uncharacteristically serious stare, "I'm going to-a save mia bambina."