hey ya'll. this is the sequel to "Viva La Vida", which takes place five years after the events of VLV. melody's older and literally grown up both mentally and physically, so if she's "ooc", that will explain it. anyways. fuck hetalia. idk why i even got back into it lmao.

Five Years Later.

"Mel, you're spacing out again," My roommate, Aria, snapped her fingers in front of my face for the umpteenth time that evening. "I swear, four years in college and you're still the worst person to study with."

I yawned, leaning back in my chair to stretch out my arms. "But I still study. And somehow manage to get A's on nearly every exam."

Aria shot me a half-hearted glare before rolling her eyes, taking a sip from her coffee mug. The floor of our shared dorm room was a mess of several different study sheets and documents from three different classes, along with four textbooks full of highlighted sections and hastily written sticky-notes. Our two am study sessions for the upcoming exams were coming along pretty well, seeing as we've covered almost three classes in only ten hours while running on only coffee and six bottles of 5 Hour Energy drinks.

"Want to take a break?" the redhead asked, taking off her glasses to scrub at one of her green eyes. "It's pretty late. Well, early. It's two thirty-two in the morning."

"Can we just call it a night? We can get up early and get breakfast at that new cafe. I'll bring my laptop and flashcards so we can study over omelettes."

Having liked my idea better, we decided to pack it in for the night. Er, morning. We left the ocean of papers and textbooks on the floor so when we came back from breakfast we'd just jump right back into studying, opting to just climb into bed. Our beds sat opposite of each other, along with our bedside tables and desks. The only things we shared was one dresser and the closet, which we had divided up evenly - or as evenly as we could get, seeing as Aria definitely had more clothes than I did.

I pulled the covers up to my chin, exhaustion weighing down my bones as I sank into my mattress. I faintly heard Aria mumble a good night before falling straight to sleep, having set her glasses on her bedside table along with her phone. My phone was still in the pocket of my sweatpants, and remembering this fact, I pulled it out to check any messages or emails I might have gotten.

One from Youka, two from mom, and an email from Tenshi. We still kept in touch despite having moved to different parts of the country, which made me really happy. There wasn't anyone else who I had told about what happened five years ago - mainly because I knew no one would believe me. Nate and I eventually grew out of our embarrassing anime phase and instead started acting like the stressed but responsible college students we are today, which explains why I'm top of my class besides Aria. It's mainly for my parents, but a small part of me wants to prove a certain blonde wrong about not being "super smart" in my classes.

For five years I replayed the memories in my head like a movie. It still didn't feel real, what he and I had still doesn't feel real. It felt like a dream - a crazy, fun, unrealistic dream. To think my embarrassing sixteen year old self was able to woo someone as straight edged and no-nonsense as Germany...

I eventually started feeling my eyelids begin to droop, and I tucked my phone back into my pocket. The last thing I remember thinking about was the blue of his eyes before sleep finally took me.

"I'm getting a sense of deja-vu."

"Maybe it's your futon. You haven't changed it in five years."

"It's still perfectly fine. And there aren't any in the market that catch my eye."

"Guess you're just gonna have to get used to finding sleeping girls on your couch, then."

I didn't remember leaving the TV on last night, especially since Aria has a strict no-entertainment rule around exam time. Maybe she woke up before me? No, we set an alarm for ten am that morning - did someone break into our dorm?

The thought woke me up enough to sit up and scrub my eyes, the blanket covering me falling around my waist. No one had broken in, thankfully, but that was because I wasn't in my dorm. Aria was nowhere to be seen, and our floor full of notes was gone. Instead, a small table sat in the middle of the room with two pillows placed on the floor next to it, and two very familiar men sat at the table casually having tea. As if a girl hadn't just popped out of nowhere onto their futon.

Then again, they seem to be used to it by now.

"Good morning, Melody-san," the shorter of the two said with a warm albeit small smile, bowing his head slightly. "It's good to see you again."

I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it. The man sitting across from him grinned, "You must be surprised. It's been quite some time since we've last seen each other. You look well!"

"I- I'm...I must be dreaming. No, I have to be," I mumbled, rubbing my face with my hands. "I think I've had too many energy drinks..."

"Melody, what makes you think you're dreaming? This has happened before, after all." The brunet said, taking a calm drink of his tea.

I looked up from my hands to the two men sitting at the table. Japan and Cooper— who I thought had forgotten all about me— were actually sitting across from me, acting as if I were a welcome member of their household. Granted, maybe I was, but it wasn't like I had any idea, I hadn't seen them in five years!

Eventually, the shock and denial wore away and excitement took its place. I couldn't get off of the futon fast enough to envelope both of them in possibly the tightest hugs I've ever given. I'm surprised I didn't cry, seeing as my face nearly split in half smiling so much.

"I just can't believe I'm actually here! Again!" I laughed, pulling away from the hug to look at them both. "I feel like I'm sixteen all over again. Japan, where's everyone else? Where's Italy? And—"

"We've already informed everyone of your arrival," Japan replied, "and please, call me Kiku."

"Kiku, where's..?"

"He was the first person we told." Cooper answered, winking. "Judging by his military-fast reaction time, he should be here in no time, with Feliciano coming right behind him."

"I mean, that sounds pretty accurate, but I don't think I'm worth all that trouble—"

The sound of the front door sliding open interrupted me.

My heart leapt into my throat, and I was suddenly rooted to my spot in the middle of Kiku's living room. My legs wouldn't move, and arms felt like jelly and my hands trembled; I wasn't feeling your average kind of nervous, I was feeling advanced, terrifying nervousness. I haven't seen him in five years, what is he expecting to see? The same, short sixteen year old who couldn't take anything seriously? Is that what he wants to see? What if I wouldn't live up to his expectations, what if I've changed too much for him to even recognize me?

"Japan!" The blonde's voice startled me out of my nervous trance. I looked to both Cooper and Kiku, wide-eyed and downright petrified. I could hear him getting closer, until eventually the door to the room slid open. "I came as soon as I could, is she really..."

The words died on his tongue as his eyes settled on mine. It was so dreamlike. It didn't feel real— none of this felt real. To be standing in front of Germany one more time, older and wiser, felt otherworldly. I didn't think seeing him again would have such an effect on me, I mean, we didn't really get to be anything when I was here before. But now...

Both of us were speechless. He looked exactly the same as I remembered him, but I'm sure I didn't look the same to him; my hair was longer, my skin a bit more tan, and I had grown a few inches so that I now reached his shoulders. He looked me up and down a few times, blinking slowly. I did the same.

Then, "You...You're taller."

I wanted to cry. I did cry. I could feel the wet warmth of tears welling in the back of my eyes and before I knew what I was doing, I had practically leapt on him, burying my face in his chest. The way he held me was desperate— almost as if he didn't want me leaving again. And dear God, I hoped I wouldn't. Not again. I never realized just how much I missed him, how much I missed them, even if it was just a stupid show, they took up years of my life even after I gave the show up.

"You look the same." My voice was muffled through the fabric of his shirt. "Good. Don't change."

After the tearful reunion with Germany came more tears when Italy showed up, then the rest of the Allies - especially America, who I've never actually seen that excited before (he picked me up and literally swung me around in a giant bear hug. While it was nice, we weren't that close).

Amidst the laughter and tears, I suddenly realized something. "Wait, Kiku, how'd I get here? Who wished me back?"

Everyone in the room shared a glance before looking towards a certain blonde nation, who coughed into his fist before looking down towards the floor. "It wasn't just me."

"No, but you were the one who kept looking so sad all the time." France piped up.

"And you kept doing nice things for Cooper to get a wish." England added.

"Until I felt bad and decided to just give him one for free," Cooper said, "But it is true that Germany wasn't the only one who missed you dearly, Melody. Everyone did. In fact, the reason we wished you back was because we have a proposition to make."

"A proposition?"

The AI looked towards Kiku, who began to explain patiently, "We were all thinking about this, and we wanted to know if you would be open to the idea of becoming a country or capital. Of course, that would mean you would give up your normal life of a student and instead become immortal, like us. You would still be able to see your family, so don't worry."

I was dumbfounded. I looked from Kiku to the rest of the group to Ludwig, who all held hopeful expressions. They really wanted me to become a country, just like the rest of them? Or even a capital of one of their countries? I didn't know what to think, much less answer. I was still unsure whether or not this was even actually happening— it might be some fantastic dream. But the way they hugged me, the way they were looking at me right then made it obvious that this wasn't a dream and I was actually being asked to join them as a country.

"If...If I do agree," everyone seemed to be sitting on the edges of their seats when I spoke, "Which country would I be..? I thought all the countries were already personified."

"Not all of them." Feliciano said, shaking his head.

"Melody, we all agreed you'd be the perfect candidate for the country of Mexico." Kiku answered, nodding in agreement to Italy's statement.

I was surprised how well I was taking the news. It wasn't everyday that you get a chance to become an actual personification of a country, and yet, there I was: wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights. "Mexico? Like, Mexico Mexico?"

"The process isn't hard, either!" Alfred chimed in, "Doesn't hurt all that much, either."

"'That much'?" I repeated, my stomach dropping. "What exactly do I have to do to become a country?"

lmaooooooo i don't even fuckin kno dude. i pulled all of this out of my ass at 2 in the morning. drop a review if u liked :^)