A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first time writing Hetalia so I am a little nervous haha. It feels like I am posting my first story all over again ^_^ This is pretty much a trial chapter to see if anyone likes the idea and to see if I should continue with it. If I get just one review I will, I swear. Anyways here comes the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own OC Sparentano/ Nadja. Everything else that you recognize is NOT MINE.

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"England! England open the door! Please dear God answer me!" I screamed through the door that I was banging on. I had been banging on the door to his hotel room for 5 minutes yet he still had not answered me!

Oh God what have I done! I thought to myself looking down at the ruined object in my hands. If he doesn't fix this soon I might as well kiss life as I know it goodbye. I can only be grateful that we are all together for the World Conference or it would never get fixed. Where is he already? I don't have time for this! Oh screw it, I'm tired of waiting.

I took a step back, lifted my leg and kicked the door with a good deal of my strength. The door blew back from the force of my blow, and smashed into the wall behind it. And I know that I should care about breaking such an 'unsuspecting innocent door', but trust me it was evil. It was keeping me from England, thus it was evil. End of story.

I rushed inside the room only to find it empty, there were however two other doors. I opened one to find it was a bathroom, leaving the room behind the other door as the bedroom since I was already in the living room/ dining area. Without a moments hesitation I opened the door to the bedroom.

The room itself was very clean but I didn't really pay all that much attention to it, instead I focused on the bed, or should I say the beds occupant. It was good old England, curled up under the covers without a care in the world. I hurried over to the side of the bed he was occupying, opened my mouth, and screamed.

"ENGLAND! IT'S WORLD WAR THREE!" right into his ear.

Needless to say he woke right up.

"It's America isn't it! He started this war because he was bloody antsy, didn't he? He just needs to be the Hero doesn't he? Well I won't let him! Call in the troops, because I am not about to let that hamburger loving, gun totting IDIOT get all the credit!"

"England calm down."

"How can I calm down, this is bloody war!"

"No it's not! It's worse."

At this he stopped. During his rant he had rushed out of bed and started scrambling to find his phone, which he always loses. I tole him that he should stop using cell phones and get a Chip like everyone else, but he refuses. Whatever, his loss.

"What" he asked "could be worse than world war three?"

"This!" I say as I shove the object I had ruined into his face.

"Is that...?"

"An actual picture of Mom and Dad from before I was born? Yeah it is! I was going to make a scrapbook for their anniversary so I got out their old photo albums. It was all going so well and then my music randomly changed from the concert piece I was learning to some loud rock that I never even heard before, so I have no idea why it was in my music library. And when it changed I jumped, and so did the cup of tea in my hand, and the tea landed on the picture and now it's ruined!" I cried to England, nearing hysterics.

"And you called this worse than World War Three?"

"I had to say something! You weren't waking up!"

"How did you even get in here?"

"I broke down the door, but that's not important." I said trying to brush it off. That door would get no sympathy from me.

"You what?" he practically screeched. Yup, I had stepped over the line. Okay time to get back in his good graces.

"I love your scones. They are absolutely delightful."

At this his mood did a total 180. Typical England.

"Of course they are. Now what did you want me for?" He asked all smug.

"I was wondering if you could use some magic to fix it?" And I knew he couldn't say no. I was one of the few that believed in his magic and he wouldn't let me start to doubt it.

"It would be easy! Now just hand the picture over and I will find my grim-moire, and then before you know it, it will be as good as new."

"Really?" I asked handing over the picture

"Truly. Now where did I put that blasted book?"

After a few minutes of shuffling through his things, he finally managed to find what he was looking for.

"Here it is! Now let me just set that there-" he said while placing the picture down "-and we can get this show on the road."

I honestly blocked out the ridiculously long chant that he started to say because I'll admit it, I got bored of trying to understand it. I really should have listened though because maybe then I would have had an explanation for what happened next.

There was a sudden heat and blinding light followed by a sudden chill and total darkness. Then there were flashes of light. And then nothing at all. Until I opened my eyes.

I was in the middle of a room full of people I could recognize, but none of them were as I remembered. They were all... younger.

England was to my left looking completely shocked and next to him was America who had a burger stopped halfway to his mouth, which freaked me out by the way. America NEVER hesitates when it comes to burgers. Next to him was a questioning Canada, a soft spoken country who I always tried to remember to say hello to. Next to Canada was China and Japan, the first looked closed to freaking out and the second looked more intrigued. Next to Japan was Russia, and next to him was Prussia. Russia still had on his creepy smile and Prussia looked like he wanted to yell, but couldn't find the words. Beside Prussia was Spain and on the other side of him was South Italy, a.k.a Romano. Both wore nearly identical looks of confusion.

And then I saw them, on the other side of Romano. North Italy a.k.a Veneziano. He was just standing there smiling, as if nothing had happened. As if I hadn't just appeared out of thin air, which I was sure I had based on the looks on the others faces. Next to him was Germany who had a scowl on his face that to this day still makes me want to run to my mother. I watched as his hand slowly reached for the gun on his hip.

That is when I lost it.

"Oh please don't hurt me! I am just a sad little Sparentano who didn't mean to do anything wrong! I mean I know that I shouldn't have taken the stuff in the first place but it was for a gift so I thought it would be alright! I didn't mean to ruin it I swear! I learned my lesson, I really did! Just please don't be mad at me, cause your angry face is so scary!"

When I finished my rant time seemed to freeze, for a moment then chaos broke loose.

"Dude, did that girl just act like Italy? HaHa, lame!" America said.

"Why does she look so much like Germany, but with red hair?" Canada asked, and was ignored as per usual.

"What spell did you try again, England?" Japan questioned and all eyes went to England, even mine.

"Erm, just one to find out the future results of the Football game tomorrow. This girls should not have appeared."

Wait... this England used a spell to see the future at the same exact time as the England I am accustomed to used a spell to fix a picture of the past. Didn't he even mumble something like 'return to' or 'go back to' in his spell...

Future spell + past spell = Time travel?

It finally clicked.

"What?" I screeched all eyes back on me. "You dunder head! This is all your fault after all. When I get my hand on you in the future I swear to God your ass is grass! Rule number one of being a good wizard is NO TIME TRAVEL! How could be so stupid as to not remember this!"

"Time travel?" he asked astonished.

"Yes! You used a time spell at the same time as the you in the future. Certainly even you can put two and two together now." I yelled advancing on him

"I don't believe a word you are saying. I -" started Prussia

"Shut up Uncle Prussia, go back to dad's basement! I need to get back before anyone figures out who I am related to!" I snapped turning back to face the offending country.

Then I realized what I said the moment the rest did.

"UNCLE PRUSSIA?" they all yelled back to me in chorus.

Hello my name is Sparentano or Nadja.

I am a small country that occupies what used to be some of Austria, Germany, and Italy.

I am also the daughter of the last two countries I named.

And I just traveled back in time thanks to a dumb ass England.

Oh and I'm now pretty sure everyone knows whose child I am. Well, they at least know one of my parents.

The thing is, judging by the fact that my parents are wearing the same outfits in the picture, I'm not even born yet.

"Oh shit."

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