Cultural Romance

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

The way this story will have multiple versions. The main character will paired with one of the Hetalia characters, in each version. As well as, the friendships she will make with others. Similar to Dating Sims and Visual Novels.

It was another typical day for Samantha. Wake up and prepare to send the afternoon working, at the family business. The Café de Tour, was her father dream. He use to study abroad in the culinary arts. Being in many different countries, he gain appreciation for the culture each one of them had. He want to share it. The best way he thought of doing, is to open a café. Where, the food serve would be many of cultures.

What a place to do this. For not far from café, and the apartment where her family live, there is World Academy. A school, where countries come to learn. Now, some might that it is a ridiculous notion. But, believe or not, the countries are human. Or, at least, they are the human embodiment of the counties.

Samantha Shores was just your typical woman in the world. She was at the age of eighteen. She had brown eyes and hair. She would usually keep her hair in French braid, so it wouldn't fall in her face as she worked. She never much there was anything special about her. Other than having the same dream and ideals as her dad. Wanting to have to show what makes the world wonderful. Maybe having a few experiences of different herself. Since she travel only to a few countries, at a young age.

Unknown to her, she would have a rare chance to have those experiences. With make a delivery, she would meet the countries. Developing a relationship with them. And maybe, something a little more with one.

America version: (America's Sweetheart)

Chapter 1- Hero

She finally reached the entrance of the academy. Apparently, they were having a dance this evening. It was for that reason, there was large order placed with the cafe. Normally, She wouldn't being the only one making such delivery. However, both her parents got tied up at the café. As for her sister, who had little interest in the café, was spending time with her boyfriend.

Well, it might be a bit difficult. But, it has to be done. Even if, she have to make a couple of trips. Her dad always told her that the family, should always give every customers excellent service. Not mention, the students here could potential customers. In addition, being ask again to provide more treats for their events.

Finally, she found a free parking lot. After entering into a space and turning off the truck, she went to finish the job. The building that the desserts needed taken, was not too far. She would have to make several trips. She began to regret not bring the dolly. There were a couple of the desserts needed to be refrigerated. Those needed out, first.

Samantha opened one of the back doors of the truck. Shifting several boxes, she managed to the very back. Most of the desserts that needed to be chill, where there. For, that was the coolest spot. Before, there was a chance to bring the boxes out. There was a loud thud and the door slam shut.

She was now trapped. It was impossible to head back to the front truck. Due to the fact, there was a grated barrier. There was no latch on the front. There was only one option.

Quickly rapping at the door, it was her hope that someone would hear her. Apparently, there was. The door began to open. When there was enough space, she leapt thought. Allowing the warming her skin.

"Are you alright?" ask a voice.

"Yeah, it was just cold in there," she said, to the person behind her. She turned to see the person, who was speaking to me. He had short blonde hair. There is a small portion of his was stick straight up. His bright blue eyes was behind a pair glasses.

"Cold," he said confused.

"Yeah, it is a register truck." She answered "I using it to bring the desserts that school order for the dance."

He turned to look into the truck. "Whoa, that a lot. Did you make all of these?"

"Some of them. I was going to be them to the grand hall. Well, the door the shut all the suddenly"

"Oh, sorry. My brother isn't a good catch" he laughed, as he raised the football and pointed behind him. Although, she didn't really see anyone there.

"With that, I am glad that you open the door" she said.

He busted out in laughter. "It is only natural. I am the HERO. I always save those who is danger"

"I don't know about that. I think that the worst thing would be really bad frostbite."

"Ah, that is something. I would hate for a cute girl to get frostbite"

Samantha couldn't help but to blush. It had been awhile since, someone called her cute. As she looked at him, she couldn't help finding him hot as well. Some might considered him loud and has an ego. But, she couldn't help to see that there a bit of charming appeal to him.

"What is your name?" he asked.

"It is Samantha. But, my friends and family calls me Sam or Sammy"

"It is nice to meet you, Sammy" he said, "I am America"

"So, you are the good old U.S.A"

"Old," he exclaimed "Are you calling me an old man?"

"Well, by human standards" she began, "Anyway, it is honor to meet you. Since, I was born in there"

"Really, cool," America said.

"Although, I wouldn't say I was raised there. My family traveled a lot, when I was little. Both America and overseas."

"Wow. Why did you travel that much?" America asked.

Samantha explained that it was because of her dad. Being in so many different country, he could learn many different things. With that, he started the café. Which then, it reminding her of the delivery.

"Well, I am sorry. I have to take these to the kitchen" she told him.

"Oh, I can help you," America offered.

"That is okay. It is my job. It wouldn't be right to ask a client to help me,"

"It clear that you would have quiet load. You are going to need help. And, I am just the person to help you"

"Because, you are the hero," she said, playful flirting with him.

"You are catching on," he laughed.

"Well, there is a lot. Even with the two of us, we would still have to make a couple trips," she told him.

"That is fine. I can get my brother to help, too" he turned around. "Hey, Canada get over here,"

Before there was response given, America pulled over the person, or country, he was speaking to. It hard to believe she did notice him, before. He fairly similar to his brother. One the only real difference was a long curl.

Even though, he hadn't spoken yet. Samantha notice that his personality was completely different from his brother. His voice was much softer. Meaning his was shy. Not to mention, he was sensitive to area around here.

"America, let me go" Canada said, as he struggled in America's grip.

"Come on, we are to help this hot chick out" America told him. Basically, not giving him any option.

"I am willing to help, so there is no reason for you to drag me," Canada pleaded.

Samantha was a little shocked. She appreciate the offer for the help. Although, she wasn't sure what to make of the way America employed Canada. She felt that she needed to say something.

"I really grateful for your help, Canada" Samantha said, as she extended hand to him.

"Oh, you are welcome" he said, as mange to reach her hand.

America, at this point, let go of Canada. With that, they all began to grab stack each. Samantha followed America and Canada to the kitchen. For, she wasn't completely sure where it was. It was even luckier for her to run into these two.

As they walked through the hallways, Samantha stared in amazement. "This place is huge"

"Well, yeah" America replied "It has to be. With so many countries attending, you got to have enough room for all"

"Not to mention, the big egos that some countries have" Canada muttered to himself.

"You said something Canada," asked America

"No, it is nothing,"

"So, what do you all learn here?" Samantha asked.

"How run a country, negations, foreign policies, etc. It is really boring stuff. You won't be interesting" he said.

"You be actually surprised at what interests me," she told him. "I love learning about more about the world"

"Really," he said, surprised.

"Yeah,"

"What was the most interesting thing that you learn?" America asked her.

"It is hard to say," she said "it was all interesting. But if I had to choose one, it how many similar there are in different cultures"

"How so,"

Samantha giggled. "I think that would take hours to go into. And, we both don't have that kind of time"

"Come on, I sure we can find time," America offering to hang out afterwards.

"Sorry," she told him. "I have to get back to the café. There are few more hours left in my shift. I sure that you have to get ready for the dance."

"Oh, right" he said, with a sigh. They arrived at the kitchen. After having the head of the student council sign the order, she told them to keep the desserts in the freezer. Until an hour, before the dance. Then, she proceeded back to her truck.

She stopped, when she heard a voice called out to her. America was coming after her. When he was close enough, he asked her a question.

"Sammy. Would you come to the dance with me?"

"Really," she said.

"Yeah," he said "We hang out, dance, eating some of those desserts that you made. It will be fun"

"It sure does," Samantha said, "But, am I allowed. I am not a Nation"

"Oh, that does matter" he told her, "You will with me. I can't wait to see everybody's faces, when I come with such a cute date"

"Well, then, sure" Samantha "I will see you tonight"