A/N: As mentioned in the summary, this is a globe fic loosely based off the one written by Atama Ga Kuru Teru. If you aren't familiar with World is Ours you may want to read it as well. Hopefully mine will be just as well-written.

Warning: I have no idea where this thing will go, but be prepared for just about anything that makes Hetalia so cracktasticly amazing.

Disclaimer: All I own is the plot and OCs – the idea is from World is Ours. I also have nothing against New Yorkers, although the few I've been around were awfully fond of belting out songs about their state…

Chapter I: Bye-Bye Big Apple

The World meeting actually started out pretty well but eventually spiraled down into its usual chaos. England and France were at each others' throats with America spurring them on, Romano was shouting at Spain for pulling his curl, Greece was napping on the floor since Turkey had pushed the brunette off his shoulder, Japan was reading some sort of manga, and Italy had somehow found a plateful of pasta and was eating happily.

"PPAAAASSSSTTTTAAAAAA~!"

That did it. Germany stood up and slammed his hands on the table hard enough to vibrate the whole thing. "MEIN GOTT YOU DUMMKOPHS, SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP! VE ARE HERE TO DISCUSS THE VORLD'S PROBLEMS, NOT MAKE MORE O –"

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Everyone glanced around the room in confusion, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

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"They're gone!" Someone cried out from the back. "Sudan and South Sudan are gone!"

"Aww maan~, and phylo-breath was just getting angry too!" Turkey growled.

Ukraine suddenly found herself trapped in a corner with Belarus hovering over her. "What did you do with brother Russia?!"

"Uwwah~! Sister, I wish I could answer but I caan't~! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

After much debate (and a lot of Swiss bullets wasted to keep the peace) it was agreed that Sudan and his little sister, the former Axis and Allies, Spain, Romano, and Greece had simply vanished.

_-Hetalia-*'

Amanda tried not to glance up at the clock too much during Algebra 2: The Final Circle of Hell. Hell not because she couldn't grasp the concepts and do the work, but because she'd already taken and passed the course with flying colors. Stupid schools losing her transcripts! Honestly, she'd taken every required course for middle and high school at least twice.

The dark-haired teen breezed through the packet and leaned back in the uncomfortable plastic chair with a sigh, retrieving the brochure her dad had given her earlier that day from the small front pocket of her navy blue messenger bag. At least she had something to do for the last thirty minutes of class. Sea blue eyes skimmed over the colorful pictures before resting on a rough sketch of the tiny island she would be standing on in a couple of days.

Bavarda…it would be unfamiliar even to those who actually took the time to learn the names of all the islands in the Philippines. According to the brochure the tiny Atlantic isle was used as a marine research base but had been converted so people who were rich enough could buy chunks of land for vacation homes.

"What-cha doooiin'~?" Without even waiting for a reply a slender manicure-tipped hand swiped the brochure away so quickly Amanda almost got a paper cut.

"Give it back Jenna." Amanda lunged forward but the other girl leaned away from her, grinning like a fox as she waved the brochure just out of her reach. "Did you know that reading other people's mail is considered a felony?"

Jenna blinked, confused, giving Amanda enough time to snatch the brochure back. "That was mail? It wasn't even on glossy enough paper to be considered a real brochure!" The (fake) bleach-blond popped her gum in annoyance. "Pro'lly not good enough for me anyway – I mean, who wants to leave a place as current on haute couture as New York for some teeny island out in nowhere-land?"

Thinking it would be better to wait until she reached home to read the brochure Amanda ignored Jenna's completely ignorant remark and reached into her backpack for her history book…and remembered she'd turned it in earlier. With a sigh she sat back in her chair and tried to remember all she knew about the amendments in the U.S. constitution.

"Amendment number nineteen: ratified in 1920 by President–"

RRRIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG~~!

Amanda jumped slightly as the last bell rang and students rushed past her to reach the door, a few even almost knocking her down in the process. Not that it mattered – she was free! Finally, her last day as a student of Cambria High was over!

Somehow managing to thread her way through the mob the teen practically leapt out the doors and slipped seamlessly into the mass of bodies on the sidewalk as she headed to the modest apartment she shared with her dad. Since she didn't have much to pack the next two days were going to be spent however she pleased.

Amanda was so wrapped up in her thoughts about surfing the web while drinking coffee at the little café she'd found across from Central Park that she didn't notice the man hurrying towards her as she turned the corner onto a less congested walkway.

"Oof~! I'm sorry sir!" she gasped as she fell backwards but the stranger managed to catch her hand and pull her upright. He almost looked like a businessman but his gray suit was slightly rumpled and stained with what looked like coffee in several places. Or something more ominous if she looked at them in a certain light…

"'S okay…think I lost them anyway." The man gasped and looked behind him before he suddenly paused and did a double-take at Amanda. "You! It's you!" He reared back in surprise before bolting around her and vanishing into the crowd.

"Me?" Amanda asked the world in general; she'd heard some interesting things from some of the city's inhabitants but never from anyone so…normal-looking.

A glint of light on the ground by her feet caught her eye and she turned to see a shiny oval object lying where she'd bumped into the strange man. It was a small pin designed to look like a globe, Amanda realized as she picked it up to get a closer look. For a moment she wondered if the man would come back to get it but he was probably long gone so she pocketed it without a second thought, adjusted her messenger bag, and hurried home.

[Edited 6/6/15]