Chapter One

Hetalia

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One day I woke up not in my home next to my fiancée Chris, but in the garden of a government building in Austria. What I was doing there, I don't know. Nor do I know how I got there. But there I was. Confused and oddly cold considering it was July.

I got up and walked into the building, creeping down the halls and suddenly I stopped. I heard shouting. I decided to follow it. The shouting lead to a large conference room full of men and women arguing about Earth. They referred to each other as if the other person's was that of a country.

"That's weird," I thought. "Countries are places on maps, not people. So why are they referring to each other like that?"

I decided to see if any of these people would have any idea what happened to me and how I got there, so I quietly slipped into the room and stood there for a moment just watching. Then some creep came up to me.

"Hello," That accent could only be placed to Turkey. Tall, dark, black hair, some stubble on his lower jaw, green eyes, looks like he wants to eat every girl in sight for dinner. Just a total creep with that smirk on his face, makes me wonder what he'd seem to be without the smirk. "And who might you be?"

"Sam. And so not interested in the thoughts in your head," I turned from him. "I have a problem and you guys were the first people I've seen since waking up in that garden outside and I was wondering if you could—"

Cut off by the Turk-jerk as he pinned me to a wall with my hands above my head. "No one ignores me."

"I just did," I looked him in the eyes. "Now, go fuck yourself."

"Think I'd rather have you do that for me."

Then he was on the other side of the room and some equally tall blonde guy- German- was standing in front of me.

"Geez, Turkey!" he said. "Stop hitting on every girl you meet und show them some respect! You are not better than a whore!"

Silence in the room. Germany (?) turned towards me. You know in school when you're told that Adolf Hitler had this vision for the perfect race of humans and they all had blonde hair and blue eyes. Imagine that on a soldier, that's the man standing in front of me.

"I'm sorry about zat," he said. "He never knows vhen to leave vell enough alone."

"Sounds like someone I know (or knew?)," I said. "Only that guy wouldn't focus on just girls."

"Right. I suggest staying quiet und vaiting here until we're done und then you can see if someone can help you."

"I can do that."

I stood there for maybe thirty minutes with Turkey staring at me the whole time- again like he wanted to eat me- so the second he looked away I went for the window- not running- because I knew there was a tree just outside I could use to climb down.

Then I ended up in someone's lap with a hand over my mouth and an arm pinning my arms down. I was held tight enough to keep me from moving but still able to breathe. Then I learned who held me. It was Germany.

"He vill catch you before you can make it to ze gate," He whispered. "It is best if you stay for a few days und make yourself less and less seen to him before you try to leave. Othervise he vill vin. Now sit still und be quiet."

He didn't let me up until Turkey left the conference room at the end of the meeting. I bolted up and to the window. Screw his plan, I want to find answers and go home!

But he apparently knew better. Germany caught me by the elbow.

"He vill be vaiting outside for you."

"He's right," that one had to be America. "You're better off listening to Germany about this. You're safer sticking around until Turkey finds another chick to try and make his little play-thing. You're safer with the German than out there on your own with him after you."

I sighed, "Fine, whatever."

That night Germany took me to his place and somehow convinced me it was safer to stay in his room with him. I had been yelling about how I can protect myself and all that. He seemed to be getting annoyed and suddenly pushed me against the wall and kissed me.

I was silent.

"Christ, if I had known that vould have vorked like America und France said, I vould have tried it sooner," He sighed. "You have to lay low for a few days so if you just simply remain quiet you vill get your answers sooner. Understand?"

I nodded, too busy thinking about the fact that he kissed me and I for some stupid reason wanted more! I was engaged and two months from getting married and I wanted more kisses from another man! What the hell!

"Good," he stepped back a bit. "Now, there is plenty of food in ze kitchen if you're hungry."