Author's Note:
HI! This is my first fic, and to give credit where credit is due, the following authors helped me with the first chapter:
Pearlbunny, Ameriko-chan, trumpetgeek, and many others!
I really hope you enjoy my fic! It will be a multi-chapter, so stay tuned!
Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, everything would be one giant orgy. Hahaha, you know you want to Japan..
Another world conference had convened, and Hungary was not happy.
America was blabbing about something in the corner, while everyone was bickering on past occurrences. No one paid the slightest bit of attention to her. After all, she was a smaller country.
Hungary pulled out her camera. At least she could take some pictures to sell to the tabloids. A little bit of yaoi would get her some extra bucks.
Her nose started to bleed. There was a lot of material right now. England and France were in a particularly compromising position as they were rolling on the floor and Germany looked odd, as though Prussia was giving him a B.T.T. special.
Incest. A steady stream of blood was falling down her face.
She lifted the camera to her eyes. This would give her enough money to buy new yaoi donjinshis.
As she brought the camera to her eye and zoomed in, she saw something near the door. It looked like a girl with strange blue markings on her skin.
All of a sudden, her camera was whipped out of her hands and her nose stopped bleeding. Hungary looked at the door, but no one was there.
What had she just seen?
Greece lay back on his chair. He hadn't been feeling good since all the riots in his country started.
He closed his eyes. No one would mind, would they? After all, he never participated anyway.
He felt a wind ruffle his hair. Was that a… kiss on the cheek?
Greece sat up and opened his eyes groggily. As he did, in the corner near Prussia he saw a dark skinned girl with long chestnut hair laughing at him. Were those tattoos?
The sleepy country blinked to clear his eyes, but when he did, the dark girl had disappeared.
Who was she?
England was angry.
France had had the INDECENCY to call him a tea-sucking meeting-sleeping jerk, so when England called him an old frog, what did he do?
The slimy frog dumped his perfectly brewed cup of Earl Gray on his head!
They had been fighting in the corner until Spain finally split them apart and then what did he do? That ignorant git went to flirt with Seychelles!
That pervert was probably going to make her a territory, he thought. The poor country was doomed.
He had managed to make another pot of tea (nowhere NEAR as good as the other one) when Flying Mint Bunny flew up to him.
"Hey England!" Flying Mint Bunny said, his eyes sparkling. "How's it going?"
"Thank goodness you're here," England sighed, propping himself up on his chair. "You won't believe what France has done."
"Well, why don't you tell me first? That way we can be sympathetic." The small bunny flew to England's shoulder and perched there, ready to listen.
When England had recounted the sorrowful tale (which somehow almost managed in England dying when France pulled out a war-ax), Flying Mint Bunny nodded. "That sounds terrible," he said, surveying the conference. "I can't believe he did that to you Eng…" Flying Mint Bunny's voice trailed off, staring at a dark-skinned country with light blue tattoos all over her. They looked like transmutation circles from one of Japan's favorite shows, Fullmetal Alchemist.
"Yeah, who is she, Flying Mint Bunny? I haven't seen her around here… hey, where are you Flying Mint Bunny?" He turned to look at the bunny, but he had vanished.
The girl had vanished too. When he looked back, there was no sign of her in the conference hall.
Something was wrong here. He tapped Germany on the shoulder and whispered to him. Nodding in consent, Germany stood up and braced his hands on the table.
Nobody noticed Germany. They were too busy chit-chatting about side deals they didn't notice the intimidating country take a large breath.
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!"
The room went silent. Everyone stood frozen in their spots. They hadn't expected Germany to do this again.
All the countries inched their ways to their chairs as Germany began to speak.
"All right countries! England has something to say! This is very important! If anyone says a word, I vill shoot you in ze head!"
Germany sat back down. England felt awkward as he stood up. But it had to be said.
"Someone is the conference that isn't supposed to be here!"
The temperature dropped, especially among the G8 members. How had this happened again? It was too much to bear.
"All right, who put that music on again? You know the one with all the static?" America started to panic in his corner.
"It wasn't me!" China said, feeling the countries' eyes on him (in reality they we staring at America though, who was having a fit in the corner).
"Everybody SHUT UP!" Germany yelled, pounding his fist into the desk. "Didn't I tell you I'd shoot you in ze head?"
England sighed. "All right, who's there?"
"I'm glad you asked." A silky voice poured out of nowhere, and the mysterious girl finally stepped out of the shadows.