This is my first Hetalia fanfiction so don't judge me. I do not own Hetalia but I do own the micronation mentioned in this story. It's a little short but read the rest!
"The world, oh the world, the world took me in
When the sun and moon didn't want me.
But that doesn't that mean that they always win
Because I will become the kingdom I yearn to be."
The small, blonde girl looked up at the sky. She wasn't lost, she told herself, she was just missing. Then she saw a man in the distance. She got up from the grass and decided to run towards him.
"Sir! Sir!" The man turned around.
"Yeah, dude?"
"Do you mind telling me where I am?"
"DUDE! You sound so proper! You sound like Britian-dude!"
"I beg your pardon? Never mind, where am I?"
"Oh, yeah dude, you're in America!"
"America?" The girl wondered how she got here. "And you are?"
"Dude, I'm America! HAHAHAHA!" The girl covered her ears to shield out his loud laughing.
"Of course."
"You totally have to come to the next world meeting with me!"
"What? Why?" The girl questioned but then remembered her wish. "Never mind, I guess I should come, I mean it would be a good experience—" America embraced the girl.
"I knew you would come!"
Great…I might regret this later…
The real story begins next chapter!