Okay, so, as you know, I'm new to the site. But, I had written this Fanfiction a while back, and a friend who is really into the site and has a few stories of her own told be to post this. I know that Chapter one is crap, but it gets better as we go on. Ladies and Gentlemen and all Hetalia fans of the world, I give you, The Hetalia Phenomenon.

PROLOGUE

Six years ago, all of America was consumed with the new series, Hazel. Some thought it might wane away. But the passionate obsession only grew greater, deeper, and more powerful inside fans' hearts. So much so that it has spread to every country in the world within a mere year.
The year is now 2016 (four years after the supposed apocalypse was said to come about). The second series' new book, Golden Waves, has been written and published. Moreover, Rapunzel Petrical, author of said novels, has already written and published the first book in her new series, Ecru Midnights.
The catch, my dear friends? All individuals in the new series are genuine people, living in the shadows of America.
But what happens when obsessed countries find out?

Chapter 1: SEALAND!
"Seland! Don't feed Hanatamago pancakes!" Tino warned unconvincingly over the table top.
"Sure sure," Seland mumbled, but snuck one more morsel to the puppy.
Finland looked over to Sweden for some help, but was only answered with a grunt and a shrug.
"Sela…" Finland started again, but he was cut off by the sound of a phone ringing.
He sighed as he got up from the table and went to the wall by the refrigerator to pick up the phone.
"Hello?" he glanced at Sweden eating the last of his pancakes. "Ah! God mórgon, Mr. Gustavsson!" he greeted happily. "There is?" He looked back over to Sweden, who was now interested in the conversation. "I-I'll be sure to tell him. Adjö´." He hung the phone back on the hook and walked back to the table, picking up the now bare plates.
"What is it?" Sweden inquired as Finland grabbed his dish.
"Oh. Well your boss called about the UN meeting today at twelve." He wasn't necessarily part of the UN, but Su-san played a major part in peace building (and God knew those countries needed a peace builder).
"I didn't forget…" Berwald half mumbled.
"Speaking of which… I wonder what time it is." Finland walked over to the sink and started rinsing the dishes and pulled the soap from the cabinet below him.
Sealand pulled back his sleeve. "I got… Eleven-thirty."
"Eleven-thirty?" Finland gasped. "The meeting! We're going to be late!"
"Not if we leave now and run for it," giggled Sealand, not really minding if his parents missed just one meeting.
But Sweden, with his new determination, got up, and grabbed Sealand by swinging him over his shoulder. "He's right, we c'n make it."
Finland still had his back turned however, scrubbing the last of the plates. "We can wha— Ahh!" he was cut off when he felt a large arm hook around his waist.

"Whooooo!" Sealand screamed in childish laughter. He imitated airplane noises while rudely running and pushing down other nations in the process.
"Ah hem," grumbled Tino as he nudged Sweden's side.
"Hmm?" Sweden turned his attention to his wife.
Finland simply pointed in the direction of Sealand, who was running around the conference room like there was no tomorrow. The other nations ignored him, already withdrawn into their own conversations. But it was still embarrassing to have him acting so rude.
"Peter! Come back here!" Berwald sternly called after him to appease Finland. But he already knew the answer he would get.
"No Chance!" Sealand called over while passing America – not noticing that America was rooting him on. He stuck out his tongue toward him and kept going.
"Peter," Finland called after him now, worried because the conference room was filling up fast. He got up to go after him.
Sealand laughed, still looking back, when suddenly Tino stopped in his tracks, allowing Sweden to catch up to him. Sealand studied the horrific look in Finland's eyes and Sweden's now pale face as Tino shouted, "Sealand, watch out!"
Then, before Peter could even comprehend what was going on, his was flat on his back. He hit something hard.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself facing a pair of legs – no wait, that was an understatement. He found himself facing the legs of Paul Bunyan.
He slowly moved his eyes upward, to see who this monstrous creature was… he looked up… and up… and up, until finally… He was looking into the purple-violet eyes of Russia gazing down at him. And he had that creepy smile on his face, too. Sealand's expression paled.
Russia, not realizing that he intimidated anyone, laughed lightly at the little boy.
"Hello there, child. Perhaps you should listen to your parents."
Sealand froze. His body became a light blue shade as he held his breath.
Still not knowing how fear-stricken the boy was, Ivan knelt down (Though, it was to no consolation to Peter, because he probably still had a good six foot advantage).
"You're cute, aren't you?"
Peter, who simply couldn't take the fright anymore, revived his voice and gave a quiet screamed. He quickly regained control of his muscles and retreated—almost as fast as an Italian—back to his mother. He jumped into Finland's open arms and buried his face into his neck, crying. "I'm s-so sorry, mommy! I'll never disobey you e-ever again!"
"Peter…" Finland whispered before bashfully glancing at Russia, who was still kneeling on the floor dumbfounded.
It was fine at home. But in public, did he have to be called 'mommy'? I mean, seriously, he was still a male nation. He needed SOME dignity.
Tino sighed, defeated. And Sweden suggested that they just go home now. The meeting started about an hour ago, and no one seemed to notice anyway.
By now, Russia had come to his senses, and stood up, feeling really kind of… silly.
With some last 'goodbyes' and 'I'm sorrys' toward Ivan, Sweden, Finland, and a now whimpering Sealand turned and headed for the exit, before anyone else noticed that there wasn't going to be a meeting today.
Sealand looked back and stopped at the exit. He saw Russia turned around and was now walking in the opposite direction.
He narrowed his eyes. He would get revenge…

Hope it's good! Please give me your critique, wether it be good or bad.

*UPDATE* As many of you have probably seen, My friend, Gummybear94 here on Fanfiction has come to my rescue and spiced up Chapter 1 for me since I couldn't because I was so focused on the story's main parts. BTW, Autumn, if you didn't want this I'll put the other back up:)