Yup, I'm back! *cue lightning in the background* Welcome everyone, whether you're an old veteran from The YuGiOh Project, or a new Hetalia fan who stumbled upon my humble story.

After returning the cast of YuGiOh at the end of The YuGiOh Project, I was kinda bored. Then I got to thinking: if kidnapping one cast was fun, why not another? I chose Hetalia because I love the characters, and I know that I can have a lot of fun with them ^-^

If you haven't read The YuGiOh Project, don't worry; you don't have to. Though this is technically a sequel, The Hetalia Project can stand on its own, and the only consequence of not reading The YuGiOh Project is that you won't get one or two inside jokes that carry on from it. The story should still be funny, I hope.

Well, I don't own Hetalia. Sad, but true. Now, LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!

So far, the world meeting was going the same way as any other. England and France were trying to kill each other, America was eating a hamburger and going on about some superhero, China was offering snacks, Japan was assessing the situation and refraining from speaking, Hungary was reading yaoi, and Canada was sitting unnoticed in a corner.

And, of course, it wasn't a world meeting without Italy whining for pasta, Russia inviting (read: threatening) people to become one with him, and Germany looking for an aspirin and wondering why in the world he'd let his older brother come when he knew the self-proclaimed 'King of Awesome' would just make everything louder.

Yes, the meeting was just like any other, mused the figure lying oh-so-stereotypically in one of the ventilation shafts. Not pausing to wonder how said shaft designed to carry air was able to carry the weight of a person, she decided it was high time to add some excitement to the day.

The nations barely had time to notice the canister land on the table before thick gas began to fill the room and the nations all collapsed, unconscious, onto the table, the floor and, in Prussia's case, the chandelier. (Don't ask)

The figure in the vent grinned. It was almost too easy.

.

England stirred, wondering how the bloody hell he'd ended up on the floor. He remembered fighting with France, and toyed with the idea that the French nation could have knocked him out before remembering that there was no way the cheese eating surrender monkey could get the better of him.

He sat up, surprised to find that he was in darkness. Had someone turned out the lights? And why was he sitting on tile; he could have sworn that the meeting room was carpeted.

"Alright, who knocked me out, and where am I? This isn't funny!"

"I was thinking the same thing," a thick Russian accent came from somewhere across the room, and England couldn't help but shudder. "I think I should be killing whoever though it would be funny to knock me unconscious."

"Ve, Germany, I'm scared!" Italy's voice, high-pitched in fear, cried out from somewhere else, and a heavy sigh from the same direction indicated that Germany was somewhere close to him.

"Shut up, Feliciano, you're always whining!" Romano yelled grouchily.

"Come on, Lovi; be nice to your little brother." Spain's unmistakable voice rang out, and one could almost feel Romano's glare.

"Shut up, tomato bastard! And who said you could call me that?"

Before Romano could get into a rage, he was interrupted by a loud cry of, "Don't worry, everyone! The hero will save you a-"

"No, the awesome me will save everyone!"

"Shut up before I beat you with my frying pan!"

"I'll help with my wok, aru!"

"America? Prussia? Hungary? China? Is that you?" Spain asked.

"Heck, yeah!"

"Duh!"

"Yup."

"Yes."

"Alright, it seems we've been captured." Germany went into military leader mode. "First, we should find out who else is here, then-"

"GAH! Someone's touching me!" Hungary shrieked.

"I apologize, mon cherie, I hadn't realized you were there."

Germany sighed as the sound of frying pan connecting with skull resonated through the room they were in. "Well, that's France. Is anyone else here?"

"Hai, I am here." Japan spoke up for the first time.

"Me too!" A quiet voice whispered from one of the corners.

"Who's that?" America demanded loudly. There was a sigh.

"I'm Canada! I'm your brother, remember?" There was a pause.

"Uh, yeah; sorry Canadia!"

Another sigh. Germany began speaking again.

"Alright, now that we know who's here, we can figure out where we are and then-"

Germany was cut off once again as a spotlight flicked on, illuminating the middle of the room, and another voice rang out from the darkness.

"Geez, you guys talk a lot more than I thought! You know, if you want to know where you are you could always just ask."

Everyone's heads immediately whipped around, looking for the source of the voice. However, the light was focused, and it was impossible to make out anything in the shadows.

"Where are we? And who are you?" Germany demanded.

"Are you a zombie?" America asked a little shakily, and England rolled his eyes.

"No." The voice sounded a tad amused. "No, I'm not a zombie. As for your other two questions…"

Smoke started to seep across the floor from unseen vents, and a figure began to emerge from the shadows.

"I am your kidnapper. And you are at my-" The speech cut off as the figure started coughing, bent over double as she fought to catch her breath.

"Crap, stupid smoke machine!" The voice, in between coughs, didn't sound as intimidating as it had. In fact, it seemed to belong to someone quite young. "All I want is a little dramatic entrance, but nooooo! Man, I knew I shouldn't have bought it off a hobo!"

The characters all glanced at each other with raised eyebrows as their captor continued to rant to herself. After a few minutes, she seemed to remember that they were still there.

"Well, anyway, you're at my house, and I'm your kidnapper. You can call me Night." She stepped out of the shadows, and everyone's jaws dropped.

"You?" England asked, one giant eyebrow raised. "You kidnapped us?"

The teenage girl with blonde curls and a dinosaur T-shirt nodded, slightly confused. "Yeah, I did. Why?"

"But- But you're just a kid!" America protested, and Prussia nodded emphatically.

"Yeah, there's no way the awesome me got kidnapped by a little pipsqueak like you!" Gilbird cheeped from Prussia's hair, as if backing up his point.

Immediately, Night's eyes narrowed. She stalked over to the wall and slammed her hand on a red button that everyone else had conveniently overlooked until then. A giant axe fell from the ceiling and impaled itself in the ground less than an inch from where Prussia was sitting. She glared darkly.

"I am NOT SHORT! And the next person who calls me that will have the pleasure of getting themselves returned home in two pieces, courtesy of Vladimir!" She pointed at the axe while all of the cast members gulped, deciding not to question why Night had an axe in the first place, or why it had a name.

"Uh, Miss Scary Axe Lady?" Italy hesitantly raised a hand. "Why did you kidnap us?"

Night immediately grinned, all traces of anger gone. "A very good question, Feli!" She cried happily, leaving the cast to wonder whether they were in the presence of a bipolar psychopath.

"I need you all to help me write a story!"

Alright, wondering over. They were in the presence of a bipolar psychopath.

"…Pardon?" Hungary asked, still holding her frying pan and glaring at France every few minutes.

"Well," Night began, "last summer I took a course in creative writing, and now I'm taking it again. For the final project, we have to write a story about whatever we want. I was going to kidnap the cast of YuGiOh and write about them, but I kinda already did that, and I don't think they like me much anymore…" She trailed off, muttering something about 'restraining orders' and 'overreacting.'

"Anyway," she continued, "I decided that I was going to write about the cast of Hetalia! So I need you to stay here until the end of the summer so that I can write about what happens while you're here!"

"Are you joking?" Germany demanded incredulously. "We're nations! We have jobs to do; we can't just abandon our work for a silly project!"

Night grinned evilly. "Awww, that's cute," she cooed, "you think you actually have a choice!"

Everyone's eyebrows shot up. "Excuse me?" China asked, "What do you mean, aru?"

"I mean that you guys have to stay here whether you want to or not." Night explained. "Because not only do I have a kick-ass security system that I updated yesterday, I also have THIS!"

She held up a small notebook that she pulled from who-knows-where, and a spotlight appeared, shining on it as a chorus of angels sang in the background. The light and singing faded away as she lowered her arm, grinning at the cast.

"I liked the singing," everyone jumped as Russia began speaking, black magic starting to surround him, "but what makes you think that a little notebook can keep me here?"

Night smiled, seemingly unaffected by Russia's evil aura. "I'm glad you asked. You see, I control this entire world, and this Magic Book is how I do it. Anything that I write in the Magic Book happens in this world, and anything that happens in this world appears in the book."

Suddenly she stopped, and turned to face a video camera being held by camera man that the cast was sure hadn't been there before. "The Magic Book and all other enchanted items are patented property of the Enchanted Items Inc. The Enchanted Items Inc. is not responsible for any problems, injuries, or alien invasions that may occur as a result of owning a enchanted item. Please call the toll-free number at the bottom of your screen with any questions or concerns."

She turned back to the cast, a bright grin on her face. "Which means that if any of you try to leave, I will know, and I will stop you. Most likely in a painful or humiliating way. So, yeah, escape is pretty much impossible."

The cast paused to take in the fact that they were at the mercy of a teenage girl with questionable mental stability.

"Night-san," Japan addressed their captor for the first time, "earlier you said that you wanted to write about the cast of Hetalia, but, we are not the entire cast. Where are the other nations?"

"Well," Night began, "in case you hadn't noticed, you're all a bit older than me, and you're also bigger. So I can't exactly grab all of you at once, plus I had to get you here before the gas wore off. And since CERTAIN OCS OF MINE-"

She raised her voice, glaring pointedly at a door labeled Night's Imagination, and a few of the cast member swore they heard someone blow a raspberry from the other side.

"-wouldn't help me, I just had to grab as many main characters as I could." Night finished. Prussia raised an eyebrow.

"Then why'd you take Hungary? She's not awesome enough to be a main character!" Hungary glared, raising her frying pan, and Prussia jumped back. "Just saying…"

America started pointing at Canada, who still stood in the corner clutching Kumajiro. "And why'd you bring- uh, um…"

"Canada."

"Right, Canadia. I don't even see him half the time!"

Canada sighed in exasperation, and Kumajiro patted him on the face. "Feed me!"

Night opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a loud explosion coming from behind the door to her imagination. The cast jumped as it rocked the house, but Night only rolled her eyes and yanked open the door, peeking her head through.

"BAKUHATSU, WOULD YOU KNOCK IT OFF? YOU'RE INTERRUPTING THE PLOT!"

"Sorry!" A male voice called from inside. There was a pause, then, "Hey, could you fix the bathtub?"

Night facepalmed. "Not again," she mumbled as she whipped out the Magic Book and scribbled something. The cast heard a faint "Thank you!" before Night slammed the door and turned back to them.

"What were we talking about again? …Oh, right. Hungary is here because I didn't want to be the only girl in a house full of guys, and I wanted someone here who I could fangirl over yaoi with." Night grinned, and Hungary perked up at the thought of having another shounen-ai fan around.

"And Canada's here because he's so adorable, and he's my favorite character!" Night ran over and glomped Canada, who looked as if he would be perfectly fine with passing the title of favorite character on to someone else.

"I- uh, please let go of me." He protested quietly. Night pouted, but let go.

"Okay, it's getting late, so let's all hit the hay, kay?"

Everyone looked as if they'd rather be spending the night at Russia's house instead of here, but considering the book and the giant axe that was still embedded in the floor, they just nodded.

"Great!" She herded them upstairs, grinning. They started down the hallway, looking for their rooms.

"…Hey, my name's not on any of these!"

"Mine isn't either!"

"Hey, Lovi, do you have any idea who 'Yami' and 'Yugi' are?"

"How should I know, bastard?"

Night gasped. "Crap, I never switched them from the last time!" She quickly scribbled something in the Magic Book. "Ok, now your name will be on the door of your room!"

Everyone went to bed, though not before most of the cast nervously checked their rooms for anything sharp and/or pointy coming from the ceiling.

Ah, it feels good to write this random insanity again. I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll post the next chapter soon.

Oh, and in my head, the nations usually call each other by their country names, but if they're close friends or family, they sometimes call each other by their human names. Hence why Romano called Italy Feliciano, and why Spain attempted to call Romano Lovi. If the use of human names bugs anyone, let me know and I'll stop!