Disclaimer- I do not own anything from the Hetalia universe (although I wish I did) and any actor portrayed in this story has no affiliation to me and do not act like this…. probably. Characters from different shows have influenced my OC (Jack), so I don't own those characteristics either. Have fun reading and tell me what I have done wrong or right! This is my first story, so tell me what you like and I'll do more :P

A Twist in the Story

Jack POV

Jack woke up very groggily…He looked up and around his surrounding.

"Where am I?"

How did he know his name was Jack? Maybe he had amnesia. He felt something hurt on his head; there was a very large and very painful bump on his there. He looked around again and decided to keep walking until he found someone, maybe they would recognize him? He walked to a pond near him and looked at his face, he had light brown hair and piercing green eyes.

"Wow, I'm quite fetching! Strange that I don't know what I look like…"

After about half an hour of walking he saw a house, the flowers around him were beautiful and fully bloomed and there seemed to be a very powerful fragrance in the air. He limped to the door and wiped the brown hair off his face, he knocked on the door and heard angry muttering.

The most beautiful man opened the door; his long flowing blonde hair blew in the breeze, his blue eyes shone like sapphires. Just about as he was going to introduce himself, something hit him in the head… hard… and he became unconscious…again.

France POV

France was having a bad day, Britain still wouldn't marry him and Russia was being a creep again... Well, Russia never stopped being a creep but now it was being directed towards France.

-Flashback-

"Russia! What are you doing in my house again? Where are my guards?" France cried hysterically backing away to the door.

"They all surrended when I approached, I have some good news for you though. Someone unexpected will come into your life and Britain will become unnecessary for your future happiness, at least that's what my vodka drinking demon spirits tell me…That reminds me, your out of vodka, I got thirsty waiting for you." Said Russia with his always present creepy smile.

"How long have you been here?" asked France, worried what else Russia might have gotten up to.

"About a minute or two, anyway I must be off, Belarus wants my help to kidnap someone. Have you ever heard of a person called Canada?" asked Russia scratching his head.

"No…. Is he single?" asked France a bit too eagerly.

"Not unless you want to go against Belarus and trust me-"

"Never mind, she can have him. I have no qualms with her." Interrupted France, shaking with fear.

-Present-

"Hmm… I wonder what this mystery man will look like, maybe I can make Britain jealous…"

France walked into his living room and saw the endless supply of empty bottles that USED to contain alcohol. How did Russia do that anyway? It just adds to his creepiness. He was halfway finished putting the bottles in the bin when he heard a knock at his door.

"If that's you Russia I am going to smash each glass bottle on your head!" He jerked the door open and threw an empty bottle at the visitor and knocked him out. It wasn't till the third of fourth bottle that France realized that it wasn't Russia at his door.

"Oh no!" France exclaimed. "Is it bad that this isn't the first time I've dragged a man to my bed when they were unconscious?" asked France, not expecting an answer but the beautiful man replied.

"That sounds like fun." said Jack groggily, he stumbled up to his feet and presented his hand.

"Hi, I'm Jack, maybe… I don't know who I am… who are you?" said Jack in his sexiest and charming voice.

"Mi Amour! YOU are astoundingly sexy!" replied France melting at every breath Jack took.

"I think I have amnesia… are you sure you have never met me?"

"Monsuier, If I had met you I would never let you out of my sight!" France put his hand on Jack's arm.

"Thank you…?" he chuckled and winced, he put his hand on his head.

"Would you mind telling me why my head feels like I've been mugged?" he winced when he touched it again.

"That could be my fault…. I kind of knocked you out…" said France apologetically, bowing his head down.

"Well, I have a knack for getting unconscious, I guess. Im glad I found you though." Said Jack with a casual manner, pulling France close, their lips were an inch apart when…

-What should happen to interrupt these two lovers? Please review good AND bad feedback is acceptable.