This is the start of a crazy fanfic concocted between two extremely Hetalia obsessed teenage girls (me and my friend Kyrah [pronounced Key-Rah]), and after much proding by my sister and our friend Erin we're posting it on here. This chapter is in my POV, each one will alternate between mine and her's.

Enjoy the randomness everyone!

"Shelby, come on. I'm hungry!"

"Hang on a sec Kyrah. I just need one pic – "

"It's a church. It looks just like every other one we've seen here!"

Snap! I turned to my friend and smiled. "Finished."

"'Bout time. Food now?" Kyrah asked, just as her stomach grumbled.

I chuckled. "Okay, food."

She beamed and grabbed my hand before taking off. "Onwards!"

I smiled fully at that. It was good to see her like this.

Kyrah and me were probably as close as two friends could get. We'd known each other since elementary school, but because we were in different grades we never really hung out much. When we both got to high school and were in drama together though, we got close, and we just got closer over the next couple of years as we started hanging out more and more. My last summer before university we saw each other practically all the time when I wasn't working, sleeping over at each other's and general fun times. And every time I came home, she and Erin were the two people I looked forward to seeing the most.

It was summer again. Since I turned 18 in November, I was now a legal adult, and as well as being able to vote, buy porn and fireworks (you know, the essentials), I could now buy lottery tickets. So during Reading Week (university's March Break that was actually the week before regular March Break), on a whim I decided to buy one. That night Kyrah Erin and I were having a sleepover, and we happened to turn on the radio when they were listing off the lottery numbers. I swear I felt my head hit the ceiling when they listed off EVERY number on my little slip!

So now here we were, sitting at a table outside a cute little café not far from where we were staying on a bright, sunny day in Paris. I rested my chin in my palm and watched as people walked by, chattering away to each other while doing their afternoon shopping.

"Hey, you," I tilted my head and looked into my friends hazel eyes, "what are you looking at?"

"Oh nothing," I replied dreamily, letting my gaze fall back to the sidewalk, "I'm just taking it all in. It still hasn't hit me that we're actually in France."

A certain man with shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes immediately came to mind at that. And I knew it came to Kyrah's as well.

"Mmm, I know what you mean. We're actually in Europe. Traveling. It's, like, a dream come true. Thank you again for bringing me with you."

"Are you kidding? We've been wanting to do this since, well, forever it seems. It's too bad no one else could come though." Erin had to spend her last summer working for university, Emily REFUSED to go anywhere without Andrew, and Gillian...well, she was being moody and indecisive and wouldn't returned my calls or answer my texts, so in the end she missed out. I thanked every deity I could think of that Kyrah's parents actually agreed to let her come with me. Someone up there loves me, I swear."Yeah, it would be more fun." she agreed.

"But hey, at least you're here. There's no way my parents would have ever let me go traveling by myself, even though technically they have no say in what I do anymore."

"I'm just glad I could come."

"How did you ever convince you folks to let you come I wonder? Some kind of black magic?" I grinned.

"...maybe." she shifted her gaze, before peeking back and laughing.

We laughed for a minute before hushing up as two very attractive young men walked by. They nodded to us. I nodded back, feeling heat crawl onto my cheeks.

"You're blushing," Kyrah sing-songed.

"Shut up," the blush got bigger, "they're hot okay?"

"M-mm," she watched them walk off, "that they are. Wouldn't I like to get with them!"

"Still not talking to Joel?"

"That jackass deserves it. I don't know why I even bother."

Kyrah and her boyfriend Joel weren't exactly seeing eye to eye lately. They started getting into fights over the littlest things, and they always ended baldy; especially if Joel was drunk or stoned. Just before we left he started yelling at her for going off for a whole summer and accused her of cheating on him (which she never did), then later got totally wasted and ended up with another girl's tongue down his throat. Needless to say, Kyrah was not impressed.

It was times like that that I wasn't sad I was still boyfriend-less.

"So you're officially over then I take it?"

"Yep! No more boyfriend for me! I'm just going to oogle over very attractive foreign menz."

"Just oogle?" I leaned in closer, "what if a certain white-haired-former-nation-with-red-eyes happens to show up?"

"I pounce then ride his hot ass."

Images of Kyrah moaning over a bucking Prussia invaded my eyes.

"Yeah, you would too."

"What about you dahling?"

"What about me what?" I asked. The bill had come and I was getting my money out of my purse.

"What if certain countries-who-you-are-lusting-after showed up? Would you pounce then ride their asses too?"

No matter how many times we talked about stuff like this, it never failed to make me blush on some scale. "I don't know, maybe." I spoke softly, not wanting anyone else to hear.

"Oooh~!" Kyrah got excited. I hurried to the cashier to pay the bill. "?"

I walked out of the café, trying to ignore the looks we were getting from my friends' constant questioning. When we finally got out to the open sidewalk I answered sheepishly,

"I don't know."

"Eh?" she looked confused, "you don't know?"

"I don't," I replied. We reached the hotel we were staying at, "I like too may of them. It makes it difficult who I'd want to take me first, especially when some of them don't even like each other."

She pondered this as we hade our way to our room. "You have a point there," she flopped on the bed, "but I still want to know which ones you like," she smirked.

Deeming it pointless to ignore the question, I crawled onto the bed next to her and sat on my legs. "Fine. Let's see...I like England, China, Spain, France, Prussia, America, Canada, Germany, both Italies, Lithuania, Russia, Hong Kong – "

"Holy shit! That's a lot!"

"Now you see my predicament," I flopped next to her on the bed, her hand absently started playing with my hair. "When you lust after so many men, it's hard to pick one."

"But are there any who you actually like? You know," she poked my forehead, "like like?" Poke, poke, poke.

I sat up and rubbed my forehead. "Maybe. Lately I keep dreaming about – " I froze. What was I saying, this was so embarrassing! I looked away, my face red, tears threatening to form.

"Who?" she rested her hand on my shoulder. I wouldn't spill. Couldn't spill. Seeing as I was having trouble getting over this, she pulled me into a gentle hug, one arm rubbing my back and the other petting my head. "There, there."

My body started to relax under her touch. I purred (this happens if you spent your whole life around cats) "Thanks."

"You're welcome kitty Shelby."

"Meow," wait, what? Did I just meow? I lifted my head: Kyrah was suddenly blond.

What the fuck?

And there's chapter 1! Oh, and on behalf of me and Kyrah, I would like to apologize in advance for any errors, mishaps, random OOC!ness, and sugary sweet sappy romance that can and most likely will occur in the future. Should any of this delight and/or bother you, there is a little button underneath this I suggest you click. If symptoms still occur, see your doctor. :D