How did this happen? This was all Misha could think of as she stood, barefoot in the middle of a dusty road. Her blue eyes wide as she stared straight ahead at the truck that was heading in her direction, its horn sounding, warning her to get out of the way. Misha couldn't think, couldn't move, a second ago she was at home relaxing in front of the television and now she was here.
Tears escaped her eyes as the truck got closer and closer, her whole body shaking. Misha felt arms wrap around her and pull her from the road. Her hands reached up automatically and grasped at the strong arms as she, and her savour, fell to the foot path. She slowly released her grip as she was sat up.
Misha looked up to see a young man staring at her with worry in his bright green eyes as he gently moved her wavy auburn hair out of her face. She was still crying as the man spoke, "Are you ok sweet heart?" He spoke with an Australian accent which calmed Misha a bit to know that maybe she was still in Australia.
She was about to reply when it hit her, this man looked exactly like Australia from her favourite anime, Hetalia. His chocolate brown hair with two distinct cow licks, emerald green eyes under thick eyebrows and the small band aid that covered the bridge of his nose. Misha moved her hands to cover her gapping mouth, this couldn't be real, he couldn't be real….could he?
The man still looked worried as he waved over someone. "Are you ok? Do you understand me?" He said in a gentle voice. A man came running up to them and knelt down to their level. This man had beautiful blue eyes, wavy blond hair and light stubble. There was no mistaking it, this had to be France.
The Frenchman scanned Misha's face that was still partly hidden under her hands. "Parlez-vous francais?" he asked quickly in French "comment vous appelez-vous?"
Of course Misha, not knowing what the man had asked, could only sit there blankly. She slowly reached out her hands and gently touched the two men on the cheek, just to make sure that she wasn't going crazy. "Keith? Francis?" she asked quietly.
Upon hearing their human names used by a complete stranger, said men looked at each other with wide eyes. "We should take her to the others" Keith said to the other. Francis nodded and stood. Keith looked back at Misha with those soft kind eyes "We're going to take you to see some friends" He said "I'm going to carry you there, ok?" Misha nodded as she was picked up off the ground and carried towards a huge government building…
While being carried down a wide corridor, Misha looked up at Keith and spoke softly "my name, it's Misha."
The tanned man looked down and raised an eyebrow but his face quickly transformed into a grin. "That's an unusual name" he smirked "let me guess, you're Australian too, right?" Keith said sarcastically.
Misha smiled and nodded as they reached a huge double door. Francis pushed open the heavy looking door and Misha gasped as she laid eyes on every single one of the Hetalia characters. Keith walked over to a velvet couch that was placed under one of the many widows that covered the walls of the room.
Misha could hear the surrounding countries whisper around her as she was placed down onto the couch. It was all too much to take in as Misha started to shake and stare wide eyed at the floor. The Australian was about to go and comfort her when an English accented voice stopped him.
"Have you gone mad!?" The English man yelled "why have you brought a girl in here!"
Australia looked pleadingly at the shorter man "She came out of nowhere and was about to get hit by a truck!" England was about to say something but was quickly interrupted "and she knew who I was, who Francis was" Keith said in a hushed tone and looked over at the trembling girl. The Englishman could only look at him in shock at this new information.
While the group talked in hushed tones and every now and then glanced over at the girl, Misha could only sit and think. "How did this happen?" She thought to herself, "I mean, I've see fanfiction about this kind of thing but… there's no way it can really be happening." Misha's thoughts were interrupted when Keith placed a hand on her shoulder.
"You want to come over here for a second?" He asked kindly and Misha nodded, slowly standing and walking over to the group of countries with Keith. "Do you know any of them?" The Australia man asked while he indicated to the group.
"Ye-yeah" Misha said softly, nervous and scared in front of the group. "I know all of you." Some of the countries looked shocked while others gave small chuckles and rolled their eyes like they thought she was mad. Tears threatened to spill from Misha's clear blue eyes as she started pointing at individuals "You're Arthur and you represent England, you're Alfred and you represent America." With each country that she named her voice got louder and louder as more tears were set free. "Ludwig, Feliciano, Kiku, Ivan, Wang Yao, Sadiq, Antonio…"
Misha was cut off by two strong arms wrapping around her body. Keith brought the distressed girl into a tight embrace. "Shhh it's ok, we believe you." He said soothingly. Misha looked out at the group and could see the shock on everyone's faces. Her eyes suddenly feeling as though they were made of lead closed slowly as she fell asleep in the Australian's arms.
A/N: I know that there are a lot of stories about 'waking up in the Hetalia world' but I really wanted to write one. I hope I made it different to all the others and I hope you enjoyed reading it and if you did, there will be more chapters