Lena drove along the road, looking for the correct address, a Manila folder in the passenger seat. Her boss had ordered her to deliver the important papers to a man named Kiku Honda, who was attending a world conference. She assumed that it was a meeting between representatives of each country or something. Her boss and the boss of England were discussing affairs, so her boss had set up a temporary office at their hotel. She scanned the numbers on the buildings; England was so much more complicated than back home. She finally matched up the number on the building with the one on the paper, at least she hoped so. She quickly parked her car, and got out, leaving the door open and the folder in the seat. She walked the short distance to the door and sighed in relief when she saw it read the correct address. She turned around, only to see a rather suspicious man wearing a black trench coat walking quickly away from her car, a stack of white envelopes clutched between black gloves. A letter fluttered to the ground, but the figure didn't turn around or try to pick it back up.

"Hey! Sir you dropped a letter!" she yelled, picking up the white envelope and running after the man, but somehow the man got away from her, he practically dissipated as he ran around a corner.

"How strange, I guess I'll just leave it at the meeting hall and hope he comes back," she murmured, and walked back to her car. Grabbing the manila folder, she turned back to the building. It was obviously a church at one point, considering it took up most of the block and it had a large, ornate door and gorgeous stained glass windows. She shuddered slightly due to the chill wind, and then hurried to get inside.

The inside was as grand as the outside, the person who built this was a wonderful architect, she thought, gawking at the high ceilings and the stone floors. There wasn't anyone in this room, which she assumed was the grand hall and the main entrance, but she did see a small hallway. In front of the hallway was a sign saying "Meeting hall, that way," In several different languages. She silently thanked who ever put it there; it would be so embarrassing to wander around until she found them.

She realized that she was still holding the envelope the man had dropped. There was a name in faded black ink, the print difficult to read.

"Wonder who 'Wang Yao' is, and what this letter is for," She said, the envelope just begging her to open it. She did her best to shake away her curiosity before continuing down the hallway. After a lot of walking and cautious door checks, she hoped she finally found the room. Considering that the sign outside of the large double doors proclaimed "WORLD MEETING HERE" and that there was some coats and other articles lying outside on the floor. She decided to set the envelope with Yao's name down, although she didn't exactly know why. She was preparing to open the door when a shout from inside stopped her.

"YOU BLOODY FROG!"

"BACK OFF YOU CRAZED MONGREL!"

Their accents were quite pronounced and it was hard to decipher what they were saying, but that wasn't the only thing to be confused about, soon afterwards a loud crash and more yells came from inside.

"Ve~ Prussia is scaring me!"

"Bruder back off!"

"Kesese, can't make me!"

"Denny stop it!"

"Aw but you're too cute Icey!

"Oh Lord not again…"

"Maybe we can all hide in a corner –aru,"

"Ok I guess,"

Lena smiled slightly as she heard all of these conversations, but there was a lot of trouble in dissecting the accents. The first was Italian, and then the next two were German. She couldn't tell what the other two were, some sort of Nordic. However, the last three were Japanese and Chinese respectively. She decided she shouldn't hold up her boss more than she already had, she decided to walk into that moment.

Her mouth almost fell open, but her Japanese descent kept her from showing too much emotion. The room in front of her was in complete chaos.

On the large table that took up a majority of the room, which no one was sitting at, two blondes were attempting to strangle each other. One looked rather French, with wavy hair and arrogant smirk. The other seemed British to her, although she couldn't pinpoint why she thought so. They turned slightly as she walked in, and froze.

To her right was a group of five Asian descendant people. And to her left was a group of more German looking people. A blonde man with slicked back hair and a formal suit quickly moved his arm and she could've swore that there was a gun clutched in his hand, but he moved to quickly to be sure. An albino man in front of him was in the middle of messing with a younger Italians hair as he froze mid laugh, red eyes watching her movements.

She tried to look professional under the stares of all of these men, there were some women but they just smiled politely at her. She located the Japanese man, he was standing with the group of Asians, his gaze dissecting everything he saw and seemed to be more reserved than the others.

"Kiku?" She asked, walking towards him. He seemed to snap out of his trance and turned toward her, polite smile in place.

"Ah, Lena-Chan, my boss informed me that you were coming over," He grabbed the manila folder and smiled a bit more genuinely. She bowed politely and began making her way out of the room. Before she could make it to the doorway however, the men (and women) in the room unfroze and began walking toward her. They seemed quite curious, like they hadn't seen a human being before.

"Ve~ she is pretty, right Doitsu!?" An enthusiastic Italian voice yelled from behind her, she turned slightly and saw the Italian, that used to be trapped in the Albino man's arms, now petting her black hair. Lena blushes slightly, but her thoughts return to what the Italian boy said.

Doitsu...Germany...I guess they address each other by what country they represent. She thinks as she saw the German man walk up behind the

Italian and drag him away from her by his collar. She began to back out of the room, only to run into the French man behind her.

"Sumimasen..." She mumbles, blushing. Dammit, of course, let's all look at the random girl that walked into our midst.

"Ohonhonhon, Mon Cher you really must watch where you are going," He says, evil, perverted grin on his face the whole time. Lena steps back, not putting on her calm facade , but letting the slightest bit of anger show in her dark eyes.

"Suminasen, sumimansen," Lena says curtly, yes she knows English, but she won't stoop to their level.

"Francois-san, please let Lena pass," Kiku says calmly from behind me. The French grumbles some words in his native language, then whines,

"But she is pretty, no?"

Oh God pervert alert.

Kiku sighs, but before he can reply, a British voice joins in.

"Bloody frog, you need to stop hitting on every Lady you see!" Lena looks to her other shoulder and see's the short British man crossing his arms and scowling at Francois. This earns a (terrible) pout-face from the Frenchman. he begins to stalk towards the British, however a figure came between the two of them, tan skin and light auburn brown the first noticeable feature.

"Amigo's! We shouldn't fight in the presence of a dama, Show some consideration!" The Spanish man scolds, yet with a large grin on his face.

"Kesese, Antonio is right," the albino man cuts in, German accent apparent, slinging an arm around Francois's shoulder. Seeing this, Antonio laughs and copies the movement, forming a trio. Lena instantly distrusts them, they seemed like the group to do crazy things for no reason.

"Yo! Why are we even, like, at this meeting anyway?" An American voice sudden breaks through the laughter. A few sighs and chuckles were heard, and Lena realized she was just standing there even though the door was right there.

Kiku was watching her as she began creeping backwards, and when her gaze fell on him he gave her a polite nod, which was returned.
Lena got outside and shut it, leaning back slightly to feel the rough wood under her palms.

What had just happened?


/Authors Note/

Ok guy's, here's my new Hetalia story!

So yes this is only the first chapter, and therefore is only an introduction. There are a lot of important points in here, if you keep up with this fanfiction, you'll find out.

I'm accepting pairings! I do that with a lot of my stories, but I like seeing what different things fellow otaku's like :3

Lena isn't going to be a big character (unless if you want her to be...) But I wrote the intro using her so...

I've written a HetaOni story as well fellow Hetalians! It is an alternate ending, so check that out if you want :3

Ok and YOU ARE A HETALIAN IF YOU ARE READING THIS (obviously) BUT YOU NEED TO GO TO MY PROFILE AND SCROLL TO THE BOTTOM, IT IS OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE, AS IN

OUR FANDOM MAY NOT SURVIVE IF YOU GUYS DON'T GO LOOK AND RE-POST (et cetera)

Yeah ok, um you should go look though.

Review, suggest pairings (Holy Roman Empire will be in here By The Way) And I will do my best to fit them in :D

Translations:

Sumimasen- Excuse me (Japanese)

Dama-Lady (Spanish)

Mon Cher- My Dear (French)

(Oh and tell me if I'm using the terms incorrectly!)

Disclaimer~ Don't own Hetalia or anything in this story besides the OC's and the Plot

Denmark: And Norway will give you a hug if you give Roses pairings!

Norway: I never agreed to this! make Iceland do it!

Iceland: No Way! Finland's the most friendly of us he should do it!

Sweden: M'wife w'nt b' doin' an'thin'

Finland: But Sweden...I want to give people hugs...

Sweden: No

Denmark: So back to Nor!

Norway: Damnit Denmark!