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*In order to avoid long, pointless A/N's, I shall use 6 asterisks per chapter instead.

* The prologue is mostly introducing my OC, Sophie, but you should read it since it explains quite a lot.

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PROLOGUE

okay, so I was walking down the street when suddenly BOOM! I landed in the Hetalia world! I woke up, spain was looking down at me, and he looked sooo cute! he gazed at me with these adorable green eyes and messy brown hair, i think i blushed "um, are you Spain" I asked then realized it was a totally stupid question. "why yes I am" he replied and smiled, my heart fluttered and I blushed. so he helped me up and we walked off, I noticed he was staring at me and I grew red, people DO say I have amazing curves and gorgeous eyes and hair. Well that's stupid i'm FAT. Maybe I'm just too modest. so anyway we chatted on the way until i asked him where we were going and he said "to Romano's house" and I smiled. "thats great!" i said.

Instructions: Define the above in one phrase.

There is no one phrase.

I did the math in my head: cliche, Sue fic, horrible grammar, and made no sense. Trust me; you've never seen a worse grammar freak than I was. Or a worse fanfiction reviewer. My responses usually went something like this:

Your grammar is terrible and I don't understand why you fell in love with THREE fucking countries, on the same day. And they all kissed you. ON THE SAME FUCKING DAY.

Or this:

I love it! It's so darn sweet!

Only you forgot to add the main character's name.

Or this:

This is amazing! Something I hafta point out though: Russia is a guy.

Nope, just kidding. I haven't read something as absurd as THAT yet. If I did, I'd cry.

Since you're already confused, I guess I really need to tell you about my greedy cat, me, and my messed up life.

And the fact that I have a text message stalker who calls himself Cuddles. He sends me knock knock jokes on a daily basis, so I can't really complain, can I?

So, on with the story. My name is Sophie Dupont. My middle name is RukEE, but I rarely use it since it since it sounds like someone's grandma died. I was born on the tiny island of Sira, a dot on the Atlantic Ocean. You've probably never heard of it before, since it's a pretty new country. When I was young, my parents divorced and I moved with my mom to Spain. A few years later she adopted a kid from Sri Lanka, who became my younger brother and a pain in the ass. My cat is the most annoying, fat, plump cat I have ever seen.

My cat was currently pissing all over my socks.

I shrieked and pushed Humpty Dumpty (yeah, it's his name)away. "You IDIOT!" I scolded; honestly, it was more of a scream. "Get out! GET OUT!"

Humpty gave a condescending meow and gracefully stepped out of my room, as gracefully as he could with all that fat in his stomach.

I sighed and pulled off my socks, which were already beginning to smell. Then I turned back to my computer screen, reading yet another Hetalia fanfic. I started obsessing over Hetalia a year ago, when I realized what an amazing idea it was. Now I can listen intently to my history teacher without falling asleep, like I used to. Like every other fangirl, my rules of obsession went something like this:

Okay with it: Watches anime/reads manga
Interested in it: Watches all episodes/all volumes
Likes it: Reads fanfiction
Loves it: Writes fanfiction
Completely Obsessed: Does fanart

Currently, Hetalia was at Level Completely Obsessed. The last time I had ever gotten to that level was Fairy Tail. But this story isn't about Fairy Tail and poor, useless Lucy whose ass is constantly getting saved by Natsu. This is about the awesomesauce Hetalia, and how it managed to enter my world and completely mess up my life.

xXx

At about the time when I was reading an amazing Jokir fanfic, my ten-year old adoptive brother, Savansh, barged in.

"Why does it smell like cat pee in here?" he asked.

I sighed, swiveling my chair to face him. "How many times do I have to tell you to knock before you enter?"

"Yeah, whatever. Anyways, Mom says you have to start packing."

"Okay, I got it," I said. "Now get out of my room."

Savansh snatched one of my printed USUK fanfics and dashed out of the room. I jumped up and chased after him.

"GIVE THAT BACK!" I screeched.

He laughed and began reading from it. "'I love you, Artie,'" Savansh read in a high-pitched voice.

"I said, gimme that paper!" I ran at top speed, but that kid was a naturally fast runner; I could only hope he'd trip over Humpty or something.

"They kissed and he felt like he was on the top of the world," Savansh continued, slowing to a walk. "But then again, he would always be with his beloved Alfred." He looked up from the paper, a disgusted expression on his face. "So this is what you do in your free time? Write about gay soap operas?"

"Shut up." I snatched the paper from Savansh and stalked promptly back to the safe haven of my room.

Since that little scene already revealed a few things, I guess I'll do a bit more explaining. My OTP is USUK, and my brother is the typical sweet-and-innocent-on-the-outside-but-devil-on-the-inside little brother. He has rich, dark brown skin with a bit of baby fat on his face and adorable dark eyes that make you want to hug him. But once you get to know him, it's like he's a totally different person.

I, on the other hand, did not get any good looks. I was your average schoolgirl; dull brown hair, gray-green eyes, plain face, flat-chested. A junior-to-be with a bad sense of fashion, according to my best friend Maria. She's always telling me I'd look better if I used a little makeup.

You must be getting sick of my boring life by now, but I promise, it will get interesting. Very, very interesting.

With a cherry on top, of course. And a dose of a few knock knock jokes.

xXx

"Are we there yet?" Savansh whined to our mom, Ellen.

"No, but the plane's landing soon." She sipped her tea and gave a lovesick sigh of happiness. "Aren't you excited? We're going to see your father again! And you're getting a sister!"

Another thing I forgot to mention. Two years ago, our mom met our dad again at a Christmas party. It turned out he also adopted a child; a Siran girl named after the country. Surprise, surprise: our parents started dating again. Flash forward two years; we were moving back to Sira.

I didn't have anything against the island, I guess. But it still kinda sucks when your mom suddenly springs the news on you on your sixteenth birthday. I loved Spain, and why wouldn't I? I had friends, the whole damn place was sunny year round, and I had already lived there for twelve years.

The plane dipped down sharply, making my stomach flip. Twenty minutes later we landed. When I stepped outside, I shivered at the sudden blast of wind. Being close to the sea and all, Sira was a pretty windy place.

After a few hours we arrived at my dad's house, located in a quiet neighborhood in Ayan. It still looked the same; sloping roofs, scratched up windows and a few measly rose bushes in the front yard.

Savansh banged on the door, shouting in a terrible Spanish accent. "Hola, amigo! Open up! It's the Espanola polizia!"

I rolled my eyes. "Be polite," I chided him. "You've never even met my dad. And 'polizia' is Italian."

Savansh stuck his tongue out at me and tried the door. "Oh look, it's unlocked."

All three of us stepped inside and found a dark, empty house. A moment later a tall man appeared from the hallway. His facial features were familiar.

"Dad!" I ran to him and squeezed him in a tight hug; but something about him was off. He seemed...stiff, somehow.

"Dad?" I let him go and looked up at him, confused. "Is something wrong?"

He looked at my mother. I noticed his eyes were unnaturally shiny.

"Sira's gone," my father said, and that was when I felt my first pang of jealousy.

CHAPTER ONE

Day One

Even if your sister-to-be disappears and your dad becomes a mess and basically pretends you don't exist, it doesn't mean you don't have to go to school.

In the cool, air-conditioned office, I slumped in the bright orange plastic chair, tapping my foot anxiously. From the exterior, the school looked like the kind that rich kids would go to, that did fundraisers every year for the poorer parts of Africa. Definitely not my type of school.

The office door burst open and a flustered-looking kid hurried in. He had curly light blond hair and violet eyes, and looked about the same age as me. Maybe a little younger?

He looked around nervously, then noticed the bewildered, pale-skinned girl sitting quietly in the corner.

The guy started. "Oh, um, hi," he stammered, glancing at me. "Have you seen Vice Principal Kilmory?"

I studied his face. He looked familiar somehow...perhaps I'd seen him before?

"No," I answered. "Sorry, I'm new here."

He blinked, as if in surprise. "Y-You're new!" the kid exclaimed, as if that were the most amazing thing in the world.

"Uh...yeah?"

He blushed. "I-It's just that we haven't a new student in some time. W-Well, it's nice to meet you...I'm Raivis, by the way. Raivis Galante."

I stared at Raivis for about five seconds before reacting. I sat back in my chair. "OhmyGod! Y-You're Latvia from Hetalia! T-The anime! You even l-look like him, and y-your n-names are the s-same..."

He gaped at me, for even longer than I stared at him.

A long silence passed.

Then he said, "N-No, I-I'm not L-Latvia! W-Whoever that is! Y-You must have g-gotten the wrong person."

I said, "B-But-"

He said, "W-Well-"

I said, "Y-You-"

He said, "N-No-"

We stood there blithering like two idiots, until the principal's door opened and what looked like Vice Principal Kilmory herself stepped out. According to her nametag, her full name was Hannah Kilmory.

Raivis/Latvia quickly turned to Kilmory. "Sorry I'm late," he gushed, handing her some papers. "I had to stay after class because in the middle of his lecture the teacher fell asle-I mean, we needed to take some extra notes."

Kilmory sighed and slid the papers into her desk. "Raivis, you don't need to panic. You're only late by two minutes. Sometimes I wonder if Mr. Braginski is a very good influence on you."

I stared at her, open-mouthed. Did she just say Braginski? As in Ivan Braginski?

This must all be some sort of joke. Or coincidence. Or both.

"He's my adoptive brother," Raivis said to me quickly. "Oh, and this is..." He looked at me expectantly.

"Sophie Dupont," I answered, looking at my vice principal. "I'm a new student starting my year as a junior."

Kilmory nodded in acknowledgement. "Yes, you're the new student. Welcome to TISA! I have your schedule and info here somewhere..." She rummaged through some drawers and pulled out a clear plastic folder, handing it to me.

"There, you're all set," she said, as I took them. "Now, hurry along for homeroom!"

I gave her a small smile. "Thanks!" This school was seriously organized...in my old school, newbies were basically ignored and had to find their way around by themselves.

I turned to make this comment to Raivis, but he had already gone.

xXx

It was easy enough to find my classroom; all the basic information was listed on the first page of my packet in thick block letters. Taking a deep breath, I counted to three and twisted the smooth shiny doorknob.

Inside, everything was in chaos. A tall guy with greasy black hair was tossing scrunched up paper around. Two girls were squealing over something on another person's laptop. Two guys wrestled in another corner. Spitballs stained the Smartboard at the front of the room.

Apparently, the teacher hadn't arrived yet.

I stepped more inside and looked around. When everyone saw me, they all quieted down. What Raivis said was probably true; new students were rare at this school, or else they wouldn't be gaping at me like that.

"Hey, new student!" someone shouted, in another very familiar voice. What was up with my mind today?

Anyway, after that everything became chaotic once more. The person who shouted, a cheerful Asian guy, waved at me. "Come sit over here!"

I look down and instead walk past him, setting my backpack down next to a girl with black hair and green eyes so wrapped up in her book that she didn't even notice when I sat down heavily.

"Hi," I said to her. The girl looked up, startled. She had a petite face and pretty features. She could've been attractive if it weren't for her over-sized glasses.

"Oh, hey there!" She seemed surprised I was there. "So, um...you're the new student?"

I nodded and tried a smile. "I'm Sophie; I came here from Spain."

Her eyes widened. "Wow, Spain? I've always wanted to live there. My name is Jennifer, by the way, but you can just call me Jenny."

We shook hands, then I asked nonchalantly, "By the way, does anyone here like cosplaying? Hetalia, maybe?"

Jenny stared at me blankly. "What's Hetalia?"

Oh God. She had so much to learn. "It's the best anime ever," I gushed. "How can you not know it? I could show you, if I had a computer..."

"Don't worry, I have a laptop." Jenny slid out a sleek black notebook from her desk and set it on the table. "You'll get one too, eventually."

"This school gives out notebooks?"

"Yeah, we use them for homework and presentations. So, what is it you'd like to show me?"

Excitedly, I turned on the laptop. I opened Internet Explorer and typed Hetalia inside the search engine. The screen blanked and I waited for it to load.

"You'll love it," I said to Jenny. "It's amazing..."

I trailed off, my eyes resting on the screen. "What the..."

No results containing all your search results were found.
Your search "Hetalia" did not match any documents.

Suggestions
-Make sure all words are spelled correctly.
-Try different keywords.
-Try more general keywords.

"Maybe you spelled it wrong," Jenny suggested.

"No, I'm pretty sure it's correct." I retyped it again, just in case. Same results.

It couldn't be. It just couldn't. I quickly switched to and looked under the Anime/Manga archive. Hetalia wasn't there, either. I checked other sites: wikinet, wiki, tumblr, deviantART. None of them showed any sign of the anime. It was as if...as if...

As if Hetalia had never existed.

The classroom door opened and a smart-looking man walked in. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, with curly brown hair, twinkling brown eyes and rimless glasses. He was also apparently hot, as half the girls sighed dreamily when he entered.

Jenny quickly snapped shut her laptop and placed it back in her desk.

"Hey, guys! My name is Mr. Hendrick, and I'll be your homeroom teacher for the year." He flashed a smile, wrote down some rules on the board, and motioned for us to copy it down.

As I was furiously jotting everything down, something hit my elbow. I set my pencil down and picked up the object; it was a folded piece of paper.

Unfolding it, I read the messy handwriting:

AnnYeong! 안녕!

Go out with me? :))))

Something was scribbled out at the bottom. Squinting past the heavy black marks, I could make out a name: Yong Soo.

Yong Soo. Why did that sound familiar?

I looked around for the source of the note and found the Asian guy who had shouted smiling at me. He winked and turned back to his notebook.

I studied him closely, trying to grasp any memory that could explain why he looked familiar. He had brown eyes, dark hair and a stray curl that stuck out of his head. He wore modern enough clothes; a tan jacket over a white shirt with Snoopy on it.

I continued to stare, frustrated that I couldn't figure out who he was. The Asian (probably Korean)guy caught me staring and got the wrong idea. He gave me another smile and I blushed, looking back at my notebook.

It was halfway through class when I realized it. I had just been (sort of)asked out by a guy. A real, actual guy. It probably doesn't seem like much to you, but this was the first time I had ever been (sort of)asked out. Ever.

Before I knew it, the bell had rung and students were filing out of the classroom. "Yong Soo" was nowhere to be found. Oh well. I was going to give him back his note anyway; he probably tossed it to the wrong person or something. I followed the ocean of teens, until I made my way outside. My next class was Physics, in another building on the school campus.

The sun burned my skin as I walked alone, hugging my brand new laptop against my chest. I'd never had something this valuable before, so I treated the thing like it was made of pure gold.

A hand appeared from one of the alleyways and grabbed me, dragging me into the shadows. I was slammed against the wall, my laptop crashing to the ground. Damn.

I blinked and found myself staring at a few tall guys. They looked older than me, although it was hard to tell in the dim light of the alleyway.

"So," one of them said in a deep (and I have to admit, sexy)voice, "a newbie, huh?"

"Which grade?" another demanded.

"Junior," I squeaked, silently cursing myself for sounding so weak.

The first person grinned and moved closer to me, until I could feel his hot breath against my cheek. "Then I'll have a little fun with you."

Before my brain could process what the hell was happening, his hand had slipped underneath my shirt and was snaking upwards slowly, towards my chest.

What the fuck?

I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth with his hand. Another one grabbed my wrists so I couldn't move. His grip was so strong I think my circulation got cut off.

And then someone yelled, "Hey! Get your hands off her!" The next thing I knew, the person let go and my wrists were free. Using this as an opportunity, I delivered the hardest blow I could to my offender. He cried out and let me go; I ducked under his arms and sprinted back under the sun, away from the alleyway, where the sudden daylight blinded me momentarily.

I stood there panting and rubbing my wrists. Was I...did I actually get...raped? It wasn't as bad as the cases I saw on TV, where the victim is tied up, beaten, then forced into sexual activity. What just happened could've been done by a high schooler, but it still freaked me out.

"Whoa, you okay there?"

I whirled around and faced a guy with dusty blond hair, bright blue eyes and and glasses. He had on a tan jacket over a white T-shirt with the words "I'M THE HERO" on it. He looked concerned, but I could see a twinkle in his eye, like he knew something I didn't.

"Y-Yeah," I stuttered. Again, I felt like I knew him from somewhere. This might sound weird, but it seemed like something was clouding my mind, blocking me from the memory.`

He laughed. "You look pretty freaked out, but whatever you say! I scared those dudes away, so they probably won't bother you again. Alfred F. Jones, at your service." He stuck out his hand for me to shake.

I just stared at him. I knew that name...but from where?

The invisible cloud/wall was blocking up my brain again. I tried to scale the barrier, to reach what was beyond and grasp the loose memory, but it was too strong.

I sound like a psycho, don't I? Sorry, I'm not very good at descriptions.

Alfred dropped his hand and gave me a puzzled look. "What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing," I said. "Thanks for helping me. W-Well, I'm Sophie-"

It was the cowlick that got me. Nantucket, to be exact.

I gasped...and a little loudly, too, people nearby gave me stares. "America," was all I could manage, before my heart started pounding reallyfast and I found it hard to breathe.

You'd hyperventilate too, if you just met a real-live version of a character from one of your favorite animes. And he was hotter in 3D.

Then again, most of the guys in Hetalia are hot.

"What do you mean?" Alfred/America still looked confused, but he did seem a little off-guard.

Ha. I knew it.

"Ha! I knew it!" I practically shouted. "Hetalia exists! WOOHOO!"

I then did what I now think is a very embarrassing dance. It consists of swinging of the arms, then nodding of the head, then jumping from foot to foot, and then a clockwise turn of the...

Ahem. Sorry, I got carried away. So after that, I stopped dancing and realized I was late for class.

I turned to Alfred, and things got awkward. "So...I'll see you later?"

Now I felt like an idiot. He probably thought I was an idiot, and had no idea what Hetalia was. I mean, it was probably all some sort of coincidence, and I had just revealed everything to a complete stranger.

A sexy stranger, too.

Shut up, me.

"Yeah, sure," Alfred said, not meeting my eyes. Great. Now he thinks I'll suddenly launch off into the Can Can song or whatever.

"Um...bye." I turned away quickly, hiding my blush of humiliation. Damn, that was embarrassing...

Before I could run off, however, he grabbed my arm, making my skin tingle. "Wait!"

I faced him, a little hopefully, too.

"You forgot this," Alfred said, and placed my scratched up laptop in my arms. I stood there, disappointed, as he turned and walked away without another word.

*Well. Congrats if you dragged through the whole chapter.

*Again, if you succeeded, I feel like giving you a standing O!

*There's one more thing you can do to make me do Sophie's "happy dance"...

*…review, maybe?

*Thanks for reading, guys! I hope you liked it. :D

…x Whitlinger x…