Chapter 1 When you wish on a shower

(Authors note: This is my first fan fiction, so please excuse any bad grammar or misspellings.)

I grabbed a soda from my mini fridge, running my hand through my short dark-brown hair. I cracked it open and sat back down at my desk to contemplate where Germany's erogenous zone was. I tapped the eraser of my pencil on my chin, only to doodle England in the margin of the paper, naked. After thoroughly studying the drawing, I turned my head to a pair of feet sticking out from under my queen sized bed. The feet belonged to my best friend, Ace McShepherd (her real name is Ascellaca, but she hates being called that.) Although Ace is a year older then me, I am actually taller then her by three inches. But you can't tell because Ace has a bright orange rat's nest for hair. The only thing more striking then her hair is her mismatched silver/green eyes. I've always wanted eyes like that, my eyes are just a boring blueish gray. Once I told her that and the next morning a piece of white and a piece of green paper were taped to my eyelids, I smiled at the memory.

I took my naked drawing and filed it in a very thick folder titled "Nudes of Hetalia". In case you haven't figured it out, me and Ace are HUGE Hetalia fans. We've seen every episode, watched "Paint it White" over 500 times, and we both have a complete collection of every character as hand stitched dolls that we made for each others 18th and 19th birthdays. We're pretty much obsessed.

"Ivy! Where is my Prussia doll?" called Ace, from the dusty underneath of my huge bed.

"I think it's on top of the T.V. Wait, why do you need it? You hate Prussia." I walked up to her feet poking out from under the bed. She dragged herself out and held up a firecracker and some duck tape.

"I want to sacrifice the ugly thing to the wish gods so our wishes will come true tonight!" she stated matter of factly, I could only facepalm at Ace's randomness. I picked up the Prussia doll.

"Ace," I said, disregarding the fact that, I too, would like to burn the felt doll. "I think we should refrain from setting anything on fire tonight. Also, I thought you would want to keep it intact for that creepy spedo photo shoot fetish you have with your doll collection."

She glared at me and grabbed the doll.

"It's not a fetish." she grumbled "I sell the photos online to desperate fangirls. You know that."

I rolled my eyes and looked at the clock, midnight. Only three more hours until the meteor shower started.

"Wishing on a meteor shower, this must be one of your best ideas yet, Ace."

"But of course, darling." Ace struck a pose and raised one eyebrow at me. And, of course, I burst into laughter at her flawless imitation of France.

"Ace!" I giggled "Don't act like that frog, you might catch his creepy!"

"Whatever, but I warn you, don't let the England doll out of your sight!"

I faked horror and snatched my Iggy doll from the desk and clutched him to my chest. I picked up Ace's Russia doll threateningly.

"Don't make me throw him out the window!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Watch season two with me." I grinned wickedly

"Well, ok. But you must give Ivan back!"

"Fine." I tossed her the doll and popped the Hetalia disk into my computer, and two hours later we were laughing and singing the ending song, marukaite chikyuu. After that we ended up playing with the Hetalia dolls till three a.m., and we would have for another hour probably if I had not looked at the clock.

I gestured for Ace to come to the window, clutching my chibi England doll, I waited. Then, a light streaked across the sky, and it was gone.

"O.K. Ace." I whispered as the second meteor shot by. "Time to wish."

We both closed our eyes and wished, I wished for what I have always dreamed of: To travel to the world of Hetalia. After five minutes of projecting our wishes into the universe, the shower ended. We both climbed into my bed and fell asleep, but that's when things got weird.