Jace was a normal eighteen year old looking for answers. Already suffering from voices to speech impairments, how will she react when she is mistaken for the country she just came to? Slowly coming out of her shell, she begins to make friends and starting to feel less lonely. But now more things are beginning to appear and she is forced to figure out these secrets that many are hiding. Will she finally find the answers that have been hidden in the shadows for so long, or will she be overwhelmed with these questions?

A/N: Quick warning, not bad, but Jace is not crying she will reveal what her problem is in later chapters. There will be some OOC but I will try and limit that. Any flames posted will be used to make pasta. XD

Update: I'm fixing a couple of chapters for those who are new to this. They are not major changes, but some that I realized I messed up. Also there will be some OOCness throughout this story. Carry on.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Just Jace and any other characters not found in the anime.

Chapter 1

I just stood there looking at all the people that passed by. I swear there has to be a mistake. Apparently I have some German heritage but I don't think I do. I wish I still had my parents, at least they could tell me everything I need to know. I wish I had some family I knew of. I know I'm not going to find anyone here in Germany.

"Germany! I got lost here and got really scared. I'm glad I found you." I was found being hugged by some random stranger. He had a strong Italian accent. All I knew was that this guy was gonna kill me if he hugged me tighter.

"Let go… of me!" I was able to say before I was out of breath. He held on a little more then let go of me finally.

"Ve~ Sorry Germany. I didn't know your voice went high pitched when I hugged you." The Italian must have thought that I was his friend because I had no idea what he was talking about.

"What the hell…are you…talking about?" I turned around to face him. Once I did face him he became really scared.

"You are not Germany!"

"Wait! Who are you talking…about?" He ran away before I could finish my sentence. "Wait up!" I began to chase after him with my shoulder bag hitting against me. This is totally not like me, though. I was chasing a complete stranger, yet he thought I was someone else. Could it be that I was related to this person?

'Damn this guy runs fast,' I thought to myself. Thankfully I have very good endurance. I finally caught up to him only to be grabbed by someone else.

"Who are you?" This new person was definitely German because of his strong accent. Again he asked me the same question.

"Put me…down and I…promise…I will tell you…who I am." I tried to get a good look at him but my hat was blocking my view. He set me down and waited for my response. "Ok a…promise is a…promise. My name is…Jace Amrastine." I looked at him only to see myself but in a male version and he probably thought the same way when he looked at me. The man had short blonde hair, light blue eyes, a cross necklace like mine, combat boots like mine, too, and a blue uniform. The only thing that was missing though, was a hat.

"How the hell do you look like me?" The man pointed his finger at me. I just looked at the finger that was right in my face. "And how did you get a hold of my clothes?"

"What are you…talking about! I just came…here to learn about…my heritage when…your friend here came…up and hugged me. Then thinking to…myself that if I…have some…characteristics I might…have found family. But I didn't think…to find an exact…replica of me! Especially when they're…the opposite…gender! But apparently…I was wrong. I have no…family! So if you don't…mind telling me who…you are and how…you look like…me that would make…my day." I screamed at him. I didn't care if people were looking at me.

"Listen I don't know what is going on but you should probably calm down."

"Calm down! Calm down! You don't…know what it's like…to be me. I have…no family. All I know is…that I have German…heritage in me. I thought coming here…would make a…difference. What a great way…to live here for…the rest of…my life." I sat down and began to cry.

"I'm sorry. Maybe we can go have a drink." I noticed he sat down next to me and so did his friend. I looked at him confused.

"I'm not old…enough to drink." I then looked at him and this time he looked confused. "And besides…I'm good." Right after I said that my stomach growled. 'Great not only am I hungry but I have no idea where any restaurants are at and the fact I don't have the right currency is not helping either,' I thought to myself.

"How about I buy you lunch? As my apology for earlier, ja." He stood up and held out his hand. I took it and nodded. Guess I made some new friends.