This story is the last of a trilogy. If you haven't already, please read 'Perchance to Dream' and 'Brave New World' before continuing. Both are available on Fanfiction . net .

Skylar and the others explained their stories. Piecing together the different events and alternate experiences that led the group to where they were now. England said nothing for a long time, merely sipping the tea he'd ordered Scotland to give him.

Scotland was a rather tall and built man with short, fiery red hair and freckles across his rather stern-looking face. He had the same emerald green eyes that England had and similar eyebrows to boot.

She also had the pleasure of seeing Wales and Northern Ireland.

Wales had a far more pleasant face and demeanor then Scotland. His hair was a very light, dirty-blond color, and if it hadn't been pulled back into a loose ponytail it would have almost reached his shoulders. And again, green eyes, bushy brows.

Northern Ireland was the shortest of the bunch with light blond hair and a mischievous air about him. People seemed to just call him 'North'. And, you guessed it, green eyes under the caterpillar-like monstrosities they called eyebrows.

And England was exactly how Skylar had imagined him. Short, messy blond hair with emerald green eyes the eyebrows that started it all. It was hard not to stare at the damn things. But there was more to it than his looks; there was the way that he carried himself. With pride and sophistication. He also seemed to be trying to give China a run for his money on who can frown the hardest, for the longest amount of time.

It was a close race.

When all the stories were finally finished England sighed and rubbed his temples. "I see. And you thought bringing a girl that you barely know back to our world was a smashing idea, did you?"

The group was doing various things in the room by now. America, all bandaged up, was now chowing down on some food England had prepared. It was then that Skylar understood that, while English food might not be bad, England's cooking was terrible. The food that he brought to America looked quite crispy. Or burnt. It seemed the man was a lousy, lousy cook. China seemed to be ignoring the conversation completely and was currently on the phone with his government. France and Canada sat next to one another both silent and, more or less, contemplative.

Prussia had fallen asleep and was snoring softly next to Germany, who paid very close attention to all that was said. Another person paying close Attention was Russia, who would smile sweetly at Skylar whenever they accidentally made eye contact. Italy had spent most of the past half hour bouncing in his seat, seemingly bored with this meeting already and ready to get going and Japan was too busy sensing the mood to add anything to the conversation.

Italy's cheeks puffed out, face scrunching in indignation. "What are you talking about? I know Skylar! She's my friend!"

England rolled his eyes at Italy's declaration. "Yes, I'm sure the two of you are very close after spending an entire two days together."

Three, but who's counting?

Still, under England's critical gaze it hard not be be nervous. She found herself stiffening under his scrutiny. He stared at her for, what felt like, a long time before he leaned forward, fingers laced together, and spoke to her. "So, Skylar, is it?"

She nodded. "Yes, my name is Skylar Smith."

His eyes narrowed. "How old are you, exactly?"

France let out a shocked gasp that was so over the top there was no way it could be genuine. "Angleterre! I'm surprised at you! Asking a young woman her age, how rude!"

England's face flushed and he began to sputter, embarrassed. Skylar bit her lip to keep from smiling or laughing before letting England off the hook. "It's okay. I don't mind, really." She cast a glance to France, who looked very pleased with himself. "I'm seventeen, by the way."

England bounced back quickly. One of England's eyebrow raised slightly. "Really? I would have guessed you were older than that."

She chuckled at that. "You would? To be honest I'm actually kind of glad to hear you say that."

America paused stuffing his face long enough to say, "Wait, so are you still in high school?"

"No, I graduated a few months ago."

The door suddenly slammed open and a figure ran into the room. "FELI!" He wrapped his arms around Italy.

"Romano!" Italy returned the hug, cheerfully.

"Dios mio! Sorry about that everyone!" If the Spanish hadn't given it away, Spain looked exactly like how he did in the show. He was very handsome, though that was no surprise since all of the nations were very attractive, with brown hair and green eyes. Spain stepped in the room laughing a little at the scene Romano had just made. "I guess he was more worried than I thought! Italy's back, cheer up Romano!"

Romano gripped Italy's shirt and screamed into it. "Shut up! Bastard!"

Italy patted his brother's head. "Ve~ it's okay Romano, don't cry."

"YOU SHUT UP TOO I AM NOT CRYING!" He was definitely crying. And, of course, he was none other than Italy's older brother, Romano. South Italy.

"It's okay. Everything's fine now, I promise!" Italy began to rub his brothers back, comfortingly.

But Romano wasn't having it. He lifted his head from Italy's tear soaked shirt to yell at him some more. "Where the hell were you, anyway?!"

Spain laughed, cheerfully. "It doesn't matter, Romano! It's just good that everyone's back!" Spain placed a hand on Romano's head, ignoring the glare he gave him. "It was pretty surprising when all of you disappeared like that. And no one seemed to know anything about it!" He stopped when he noticed Skylar, then smiled warmly. "Hola señorita!"

He smiled back. "Hello."

"Germany!" England's voice cut through the mood instantaneously. "May I speak to you? Privately."

Germany cast a quick glance toward Skylar, then nodded. "Ja."

The two left the room, England glancing at Skylar coldly before closing the door behind them.

"I guess they're talking about me, then." She sighed.

America shrugged. "Don't worry about it!"

A heavy hand fell on her shoulder. She turned to see Russia standing behind her, smiling cheerfully. "You should come visit my house. Then I can give proper 'thank you' for your help."

She'd never been scared of Russia before when watching the anime, as a matter of fact she'd always found him cute or funny. Now, however; with him towering over her and smiling at her... She could get how that would be intimidating.

She laughed, a little uncomfortable. "No, that's okay. I'm sure you all would be alright with or without me. I'm just happy to have helped."

Russia shook his head grip tightening slightly. "I am insisting that you do."

She was rescued by France, pulling her away from Russia by the hand. "Non, you should visit my house! Then I can show you the true meaning of French hospitality." He placed a kiss on her knuckles, wagging his eyebrow suggestively.

Skylar's face went red, probably as red as one of Spain's prized tomatoes, as she was rescued, (again) this time by Italy, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her away while whining. "No! She's coming to my house!"

America wrapped an arm around Skylar, inadvertently pulling her away from Italy, and glared at France. "Back off dude! She may be from another universe, or whatever, but she's still one of mine! So you can't put any moves on her, got it!?"

"Will all of you shut up!? I am trying to talk on the damn phone here!" China snapped from his seat at the table. "Westerners are so immature."

Skylar stifled a laugh when she noticed Romano, staring at her. "Uh, yes?"

Romano looked to Italy. "Hey, who is she?"

"This is Skylar! She's my new friend. She helped us get away from the bad guys! She's really nice, you'll like her a lot. I promised I'd make her the best pasta ever! So she's coming to visit our house, isn't that great?"

Romano's face seemed to soften. "You helped him get back?"

Skylar sighed. "Not exactly, I mainly just looked after him until the others arrived. It wasn't a big deal..."

After staring at her for a moment, he nodded and looked away, muttering. "Grazie millo."

"Non era un problema." She replied.

Italy bounded back into her line of sight. "Do you know a lot of Italian, Sky? You speak it pretty well!"

She laughed out loud, a little uncomfortable at all this attention. "Not really, I know I'm really rusty. I was actually born in Italy back when my dad still worked in the navy. We lived there until I was... Eight, maybe? Before we moved back to America."

Italy's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Really? That's incredible!"

She wasn't sure she agreed but who was she to bring down his mood?

The door opened and England and Germany came back in the room. England regarded her for a moment before addressing her. "Miss Smith, I appreciate your help in this mess. And I don't mind you visiting this world, for the time being, but you should return home as soon as it is most appropriate. This traveling to other worlds business is nothing but trouble even without these... 'Second players' as you called them."

"Yes sir, I understand."

He nodded in approval. "Good."

Italy pulled her arm, dragging her towards the door. "Let's go!"

There was no arguing with him, as Italy dragged her away she hurriedly said her goodbyes. "Uh, it was nice meeting you all! I hope I see you again before I leave, uh- bye!"

Romano followed them out.

"Hey! Can I come with you?" Spain asked, catching up.

"Sure!" Italy chirped.

"Hell no!" Romano spat.

Author's Note: So, I'm back from Spain~!

Before I left I said I wouldn't be able to start working on this story until after I got back from my trip, well, I've got great news! I was able to continue writing the story on my iphone! So, I've actually finished writing the story overseas!

All I need to do now is check for typos (Which I'm really bad at, by the way) and post the chapters. Which I will try to do today, or over the next few days. I'm still pretty jet-lagged though, so please be patient with me. XD So I hope you like the final chapter in the Hetalia trilogy I've done.

And... just so you know... this story goes to some weird places.

Seriously.

Also about Skylar, I'm trying to avoid big info dumps about her character. I refrained from telling too much about Skylar unless someone specifically asked her or it was a reveal through her dialogue.

By the way! You know that whole 'your face is as red as a tomato' thing? Originally I had no intention of putting that in this story (I never really cared for it) but then it actually happened to me in real life! I got a bad sunburn on my face and shoulders after swimming. My host mom (In Spain) and I were eating lunch. Then she pointed to the tomatoes on her plate and then my face saying 'Rojo como el tomate! ' Or something along those lines.

I got a kick out of it. XD