Lost in Berlin | {askanationhetalia}
Did I just get dropped into an alleyway? What city even is this? Arthur thought, sitting up with a hand to his head and groan passing his lips. He could still feel the energy crackling through his bones from the spell gone awry, and his body ached, but despite the pain, he still managed to drag himself to his feet, leather bound journal in hand.
He knife clattered out of his waistband and onto the asphalt, forcing him to kneel and retrieve it. His back protested to the action, and his head was swimming, and he felt vaguely like vomiting. But at least he didn't have anything broken.
Maybe if he walked a bit, the pain would fade.
Slowly, he made his way to the exit of the alleyway, bracing himself against the wall with a hand as he slipped the knife and the journal into the pocket of his cardigan. He studied the street and people that passed, listened to people talk, and came to the conclusion that he must have ended up in Germany.
Where though, he wasn't sure.
Berlin maybe? Who knew? The only thing he knew was that he was having a hard time adjusting to the language change due to the fact that his head felt as light as a balloon after that dimension hop. Or whatever it was. Wherever he was, he should probably be careful. Who knew what the Germany there would be like, and if he were in Berlin, then chances were good that Germany, would know he was there.
And, honestly, he wasn't in any shape to deal with any hostilities.
So, keeping his head down and gaze on the ground. he did his best to stifle his energy to keep his status as a nation a secret. He didn't know if Germany would be hostile towards him, but Arthur was on his land unexpected and uninvited, and no one liked it when other nations set foot on their land without calling ahead.
He just hoped this world's Ludwig would be more understanding.
