"Italy is the best!" Declared my friend, Clare, pointing a finger at me and giving me an accusing look, as if I had just contradicted her of her opinion on the best Hetalia character, who, by the way, I think is Russia, who is just insanely adorable...With a lot of insane.

"You could say that, but no matter what, I always thought Russia was the best," I said, giving her 'the look' as if to say, 'Don't argue with me!'

"Italy is just...So cute, Hailey. So cute." Of course, Clare refused to give up. She crossed her arms and fixed me with a blue glare, arching an eyebrow as if questioning me further.

"But Russia is cute!"

"Italy is cuter, and Russia is just...Creepy."

" . ."

"But Italy is so awesome, he loves pasta and all that kind of stuff!" Clare insisted.

"...Is that the only reason you like Italy?"

"Our love of pasta is not merely coincidental," Clare snapped, closing her eyes as if she was done talking about the subject. I gave up on convincing her that Russia was not an insane creep (well...he kinda was) and began discussing our lunch that day, a disgusting mixture of mac-and-cheese and what looked like a broccoli sandwich.

"I can't believe they served that," I groaned.

"Yeah. We should've had pasta," Clare sighed.

"I'm starting to get the feeling you only like Italy because if his pasta," I murmured, rolling my eyes.

"Well...Maybe, maybe not."

"So, if Russia were to-"

"DUDES DUDES DUDES hey what's up?" A voice shouted, interrupting our conversation, then continued before we could say anything, "Guess what our homework is on? Guess guess guess!"

"Hullo, Brayden," I sighed, not even bothering to turn around, because I knew instantly from the voice that sounded a bit like America's from Hetalia.

"Yo, Hailey! ... .Clare," Brayden was jogging to keep up with our pace, our legs longer than his and three of his steps matching one of ours.

"Hello, imbecile." Clare groaned, staring straight ahead.

"You are so nice," Brayden said sarcastically.

"Thanks," Clare mumbled.

"Anyways, my homework, it's on...GREEK MYTHOLOGY! I got this in the bag, brosephs, I got this in the bag!" Brayden grinned, sticking his head between Clare and I's shoulders, his dark brown hair slightly ruined for the patch of blonde-brown at the top. "I know everything about Greek mythology!"

"Congratulations," Clare said sarcastically, flipping her shiny black hair in his face and flashing a grin towards me. "Good thing you had a magic blue box to transport you back in time and find out all you need."

"Oh haha, you're so- funny-" Brayden aimed a punch at her shoulder with the word 'funny'. "I can read,ya know."

Clare just dodged his attack, grinned, and sprinted ahead of the both of us, flashing the middle finger over her shoulder.

"She's gonna pay, later," Brayden sighed, running his hand through his hair. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Yeah, sure...Well, look, the bell's gonna ring in a few minutes, so let's go," I said, and we both sprinted to our next class together- Which, unfortunately, was math.

~Hetalia time-skip brought to you by Prussia. Awesome at it's sexiest.~

"Math was so hard today!" My best friend, Alyssa, groaned. A voice obnoxiously laughed behind the both of us. I turned to see Keara Mills walking behind us, hipster glasses perched on her nose and donned in a green sweater and green skinny jeans, making her look like a sprout, minus the long dark hair she had swung over her shoulder.

"Dudes you could say that the math quiz sure was...Problematic! Ahahahaha!" Keara laughed, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "Dudes, I am so funny!"

"Hello, Keara," Alyssa and I said simultaneously, trying to ignore her stupid jokes and loud, obnoxious laughter. Keara grinned, her backpack swinging by her side, and squeezed in between the two of us.

"I thought that Math test was totally easy!" She laughed poking us both on our arms as we exited the building, as the school day was over. "I got this in the bag!"

"Hmm," Alyssa and I hummed, not really paying attention to her.

"Don't look so down, you guys! New episode of Hetalia is coming on tonight!" Keara sang loudly, looking at our annoyed faces.

"Keara," Alyssa said in an attempted nice-tone, "I don't watch Hetalia."

"I know. I thought Hailey did?"

"I do," I said quickly. "But...Um..." I was trying to think of a way to escape Keara...Ugh...

"Anyways, guys, I really think that-"

"You know what Keara? Alyssa would love it if you showed her Hetalia, you know that?" I burst out, pushing Alyssa towards Keara. Keara blinked, then looked at Alyssa, whose brown eyes were wide in surprise. Then Keara broke into a grin,

"Sure thing, pal!"

"Um, Hailey, I don't-"

"It's okay, Alyssa, anything for a friend!"

Alyssa shot me a glare, giving me the evillest look in history.

"Should I show her Paint It, White! first or Axis Powers?" Keara asked, looking excited and flipping her brown hair over her shoulder, eyeing Alyssa and smiling.

"Whatever you want, gotta go, bye!" I said, and sprinted away. Wah, I'm such a terrible friend!...

~Hetalia Time-skip brought to you by England's scones. Absolutely disgusting.~

I was walking home, thinking of the fanfiction I was planning to write when I got home, as soon as I finished my homework...I already imagined the fanart I would draw today, the fanfictions I would read...You see, I didn't like Hetalia. That was an understatement. I was obsessed with it.

The characters intrigued me, and I cried and cried over little things such as their theme songs and all sorts of seemingly-stupid stuff like that. I didn't know what I would do without Hetalia.

I pondered on poor, poor Alyssa, whom I'd left in the company of Keara...She would never forgive me... Oh well, she could hit me on the head with a faucet pipe, I've had enough of Keara to last me a life-time...

As I rounded the corner, suddenly, the whole world spun around. I blinked, feeling woozy, my heart pounding against my chest as the floor tilted. I felt like I was going to faint! Black spots danced before my eyes and voices shrieked inside me head, all sounding familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.

I felt weightless, floating through space, unable to see anything but the blackness before me, unable to think, unable to breathe, cold hands were pressing themselves to my chest and constricting my windpipe, making it difficult to live, make it difficult to do anything...

Another image swam before my mind, a name in black printed against white, but before I could read it or make any sense of it, I was being twisted around in the blackness, in space, and being sucked down a giant tube...Or so it felt like it.

I couldn't see, hear, smell, breathe, taste, feel, or do anything at all...I could hardly think, the world was stretching me, stretching me like taffy, stretching, stretching, stretching...

And with a bump it all ended.