Rebelsgirl

  The next morning, you awoke with two pairs of arms wrapped around you. Also, you weren't laying on the couch as you were before but rather, under the sheets of a bed.   Looking to the right, you saw a pale little Italian boy with beautiful auburn hair and elegant copper eyes that rarely ever revealed themselves to the world. You noticed his curl was rather close to you and decided to move away from it a bit.   Turning your head to the left, you saw a near mirror image of the Italian on your right. The only difference was his skin was kissed by the sun more than Italy's, probably because of all the time he spends with Spain

  Wandering through the city in the beautiful country of Germany, you let out a worried sigh. You were completely lost beyond all belief and couldn't translate for the life of you.   Pausing at a street corner, you try to indicate any source of help or direction...just anything. The people who passed you all spoke so foreign to you and you couldn't even call anyone. Your phone fell from your pocket awhile back and broke.   Your eyes fell on a man in uniform with 'POLIZEI' written on the back in bold, white letters who was standing across the street. He was a really tall and built blond with his hair slicked underneath his hat