Got the idea when I was watching TV, haha. (:

I don't own Hetalia, and I never will (as sad as it is).

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"Welcome to Camp International, a place where girls from all around the world go to have fun, make friends, and enjoy the beautiful nature we have to offer," the councilor announced in a chirpy tone, crossing her arms over her chest, and beaming as she looked down at the incoming group of girls, all of whom had different qualities to their style. A majority of them were interested in the nature around them, shading their eyes from the scorching sun overhead, and conversing with each other.

"Now, if you'll look in your guide books, we will be-"

"Shut your mouth, you bloody frog!" a sudden voice caught their attention, and their heads swerved to fix their gaze on the train, watching two girls looking about to rip each other's head off. The girl who had spoken before had her blonde hair in two twin-tails, an elder woman-esque choice of clothing, and was fuming at the other, who appeared blonde and looking quite like your typical European model, smirking smugly at the Brit. "Mon ami, why do you feel the need to throw such a tantrum? I was only stating that your attire is fit for a fifty year old cat lady!"

"I will have you know that I will not stand for your comments!" the English female retorted, growing more red-faced with sheer anger. "I've put up with you since the train ride, and all you have been doing was insulting me continuously!" The girl delivered a push to the French girl, in which the councilor felt the need to step in, pushing the two apart. "Now now, we are all here to have fun!" she tried to reason with the two, but they ignored her, continuing to spew insults at each other, regardless of the parental unit stepping in. The counseling woman gave a pleading look around. "Hahaha! Don't worry, dude, their always like that," a nearby blonde girl remarked, smacking her teeth onto the pink bubble gum. The councilor gave a confused arch of her eyebrow, "They always behave like this? How do we stop them?" The female shrugged lazily, offering a toothy grin, "No clue. They'll stop eventually!" The girl departed towards the crowd of girls, who have now began chattering among themselves. "Stop it this instant, you two!" the councilor tried, failing to do so, as her order fell on deaf ears.

"You should stop fighting now, da?" a Russian voice crooned, suddenly appeared beside the two, settling a hand on the French's shoulder. Immediately, the two fell silent, eyes bulging wider in fear. Their hands eventually released from each other's hair, and they stepped back, the Russian beaming at their reaction. "We shouldn't fight when we're having such a good time," she cooed, a dark aura haunting over the tall girl. The councilor smiled weakly, "W-well, it looks like things here are all figured out! Be sure to meet in the cafeteria to get your cabin numbers!" With that, the woman walked away with an uneasy shuffle of her feet. The Russian began to hum happily, until a certain Chinese female made her way out of the train, growling under her breath. "Stupid train ride, my legs are killing me, aru!"

"China~"

The Chinese female stopped, eyes wide as she trembled. "A-Anya? Is that you?" She averted her eyes towards the tall female, who had slithered two arms around her, smiling cheerfully. "I've missed you, da! My little panda~"

"Well, I have to be going now, aru!" the Chinese announced abruptly, breaking her grip, and pacing away. The Russian frowned, her eyebrows furrowed. "Kolkol~" was all she said under her breath before following behind. The French looked towards the Brit, scowling, and flipping her hair behind her shoulder, tilting her head up and away from the shorter. She strutted away, and the Brit grumbled some curses under her breath, traveling behind towards the cafeteria. Once most of the students were assembled into the cafeteria, the chattering drowned out any remaining noise, and the councilor exhaled an uneasy breath before tapping the microphone. "Hello?" she called into it, and the girl's attention diverted from their own conversations and towards the woman taking the stage. "Alright, welcome, ladies! We will now be calling off your names in attendance, please raise your hand if you are present!" The councilor rummaged through her bag, finding some papers, and reading along the lines.

"Um, Amelia F. Jones?"

"The hero is here, dudes!" a loud female voice yelled loudly, the girl from before shooting up both of her hands into the air. The Brit grasped onto her shirt, pulling her down, resulting in the girl pouting. "Quiet down, you idiot!" the girl snapped.

"Alice Kirkland?"

"Present," the English girl announced, her arms crossed across her chest. The French girl snorted, "Oui, your hideous outfit already made you well known." The English girl glared, "I'd rather be known for my clothes than for what you're known for!"

"That's enough, girls!" the councilor told them sternly, and for this time, they stopped spouting out harsh words, instead glowering at each other.

"Francine Bonnefoy?"

"Yes, I'm here, and looking as gorgeous as ever, unlike someone here," the French girl spoke, jerking a thumb in Alice's direction, resulting in Amelia to go into a fit of giggles. Alice growled, pushing the French off of her chair, and caused her to tumble to the ground. "Why, you-!" the girl got up, but the previous Russian settled a hand on her shoulder, causing the other to remain mute quickly.

"Anya Braginski?"

"Da, present," the Russian beamed happily, moving her hands on her lap, and flashing a bright grin towards the councilor.

"Yue Wang?"

"Ni hao, I'm here, aru!" the Chinese girl announced, plastering a toothy grin upon her face. She seemed rather short, although she seemed to be a bundle of energy.

"Kiki Honda?"

"Hai, I am present," the Japanese girl uttered quietly, and the councilor luckily took note of her presence. She was so quiet, the woman barely noticed her arrival!

"Feliciana Vargas?"

"Si~!" the Italian accent sang, a joyful smile reaching from ear-to-ear. Her chestnut-brown hair bundled into a single ponytail, a curl swirling it's way out of her head, and shook when she bobbed her head cheerfully.

"Louise Beilschmidt?"

"Ja, I am present," Louise replied, a stern German accent strained in her voice. The Italian frowned, then smiled once again, snaking her arms around the taller female, and nuzzling her head against the other. "Ve~!" she let her trademark verbal tick sound, a sign of happiness she often did. "Don't be so strict, Louise!" The German narrowed her eyes, averting her eyes away, a light blush hinting on her cheeks. "Don't act in such a manner, Feliciana," the German advised.

"Lovina Vargas?"

"Yeah, I'm here," the Feliciana-look-alike growled boredly, slumping in her chair, and looking away.

"Antonia Carriedo?"

"I'm here, si!" the Spanish woman spoke with an optimistic tone. "Can't fucking believe you dragged me here," Lovina grumbled, and the Spaniard frowned, patting the other's hair. "Don't be like that, mi Lovi!" Antonia told the other. Lovina moved out of her grip, and moved away, looking towards her sibling who was all over the German woman. "Get a room!" she shouted, trying to pry the other from the blonde. "Ve~! Roma!"

"Erm… Giselle Beilschmidt?"

"Kesesese! Awesome is here and ready to make your life more awesome-er!" a loud voice announced, the albino female giving a toothy grin. The small chick on her head chirped, fluttering it's tiny wings, and bouncing onto her shoulder. "Oh, nice to see you, Amiga!" the Spaniard greeted, exchanging fist-pumps.

"Anna lese Edelstein?"

"I am present as well," an Austrian accent spoke curtly, her arms crossed over her neatly fitted dress, and the glasses slipped over her eyes, dark-brown hair falling behind her. "Kesesesese! Hey, Specs, did you turn into more of a pansy or what?" the Prussian commented, snatching her glasses away, and slipping them over her own. "Look at me, my name is Annalese, and I'm a total pussy!" the Prussian mocked, the Austrian all the while fuming. "Will you stop it with your immature behavior! I don't find it amusing at the least!" the Austrian ordered, reaching over to obtain her glasses, and slipping them on once again, and scooting away from her.

More names were called, a different variety of foreigners with different qualities. When the last of them, the Scandinavian girls, were called off, the councilor took a breath, smiling in relief. "I think we've got it all!"

"Wait!" a quiet voice broke through the silence, and everyone turned to find an almost transparent girl sitting beside Amelia, smiling weakly as she tugged on her stuffed polar bear. "You forgot about me…"

"Who are you?" the councilor asked curiously, looking at her with confusion.

"I'm Madeline Williams, Amelia's sister…" the girl replied with a sad smile, and the councilor looked on her papers, and beamed when she came across it. "Oh! Madeline, I'm dreadfully sorry! Yes, I'll mark you down then!"

Moments passed, and the councilor took a breath, and announced to the campers, "I'd like to formally welcome you to Camp International, and I hope you enjoy your summer here!"

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