Current Author: Mel

This fanfic is my crowning achievement. At this point, I currently have 71 pages of notebook paper covered in my atrocious handwriting, telling the tale of Melbourne as she travels around Europe. For the purpose of letting me mess with pairings and what not, this takes place slightly in the future, say 2015ish.

NOTES: This was originally a project my friends gave me that I wrote down in a notebook. That being said, there are tons of both my and my friends OCs in this story, all being cities. I'll try to get them all listed, or at least mention them at the beginning of the chapter. Each chapter is one day. Sorry about the abundance of inside jokes, I'm just copying what I wrote on to the computer. If I refer to another fanfic, or picture, etc. I'll try and post a link up here, so you're not completely lost.

PAIRINGS WHICH SHALL APPEAR AT SOME POINT: GerIta, AustriaxHungary, SpaMano, PrussiaxMelboune(OC), RussiaxRujiena(OC), SpainxLoreto(OC), and I'm sure there's more I've forgotten.

OCs: Mariazell, Austria (Zell); Lienz, Austria; Vienna, Austria; Salzburg, Austria; Loreto, N. Italy; Melbourne, Australia; Sydney, Australia; Copenhagen, Denmark; Warsaw, Poland; Corinth, Greece; Rujiena, Latvia; Vera-Currently nonexistent Austrian city; Alston, England; Lyon, France; Ireland; Malta, Spain; Portugal;

Day 1: Austria's House

She stood outside the manor, comparing it to the sheet of paper in her hand.

"Well," she said in a thick Australian accent, "I guess this is the place."

She was about 5'10', and was dressed in a dark blue sweatshirt, kaki cargo shorts, and tan knee high boots crisscrossed with black straps.

"Hey!" she called to a passerby. "Who lives here?"

"Some aristocrat named Roderich Eldenstein. He's got some friends visiting from Russia, so I hear." The man answered.

"So I was right!" she exclaimed. "Oniichan wasn't sure." She grinned and turned back to the house, studying it.

"So where ya from?" he asked curious. "You obviously don't live around here."

She turned to grin at him before running off. "Melbourne, Australia, mate!"

She soon reached the back of the wall surrounding the house. She glanced around and smirked.

"No cameras. Wouldn't want to show off."

With that, she ran forward and executed a back handspring that landed her on top of the wall. She jumped down, and stood to examine the courtyard she was in. She headed towards the door she presumed headed towards the kitchen, as it had an herb garden not too far away from it. Crouching before the knob, she had the lock undone in no time.

"Easy as pie."

She eased open the door and wandered inside. She strolled through the hallways, not really having a destination in mind.

"Oniichan's house is a lot simpler than this." She commented, walking past yet another expensive looking painting. "Guess that's what you get from being founded by convicts."

Then, hearing the sound of laughter, she changed her course. She paused before a large, ornate door. The sounds of talking and laughter were coming from the other side.

"Well, I guess I'm just not the type for a quiet entrance." She said with a shrug.

She eased down the handle slowly, and then swung open the door. The eight or so faces in the room turned to face her as it hit the wall with a satisfying crash.

"G'day everybody!" she called with a grin.

An auburn haired girl in the back of the room waved and called, "HI!"

A man with glasses and a long coat stood and snapped his book shut. "Do you know how old and fragile that door is?" he demanded.

"No." she answered with a shrug. It was the truth.

"Who are you?" asked a very short blonde girl.

"Melbourne. My Oniichan sent me to Europe to meet and greet." She looked down at the girl. "Why are you so short?"

Her eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed to a glare. The others began backing away, but Mel just smiled.

"Who are you lot?" she asked, still grinning.

The auburn haired girl stood and pointed to everyone in order. "Austria-san, Rujiena, Corinth, Vienna, Lienz, Italy, Vera and Hungary-san. And I'm Mariazell. Nice to meet you, Mel!" She ran over and hugged her. A nanosecond later, Zell was flying towards the wall and Mel was standing in a defensive position, one arm outstretched.

"Don't. Hug. Me." She hissed.

"Awwww…" For a second, Zell looked like she was about to cry, but then her face brightened and her grin resumed its usual place on her face. "Did you know that beer and maple syrup isn't a good combination?"

"I didn't, but beer and vegemite is.'

Corinth gave Zell a strange look. "You sound as if you're speaking from experience."

"I am."

"Not going to ask, not going to ask, not going to ask." Mel said, shaking her head.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Austria shot Mel a dirty look. She acknowledged it with a grin and a wave as he left the room.

"I don't think he likes me." She commented.

"Nah," Vienna answered. "Roddy's just pissed 'cause you snuck in the back instead of using the front door like most normal folk. And then you slammed the library door." She reconsidered. "Actually, he doesn't like you.'

"Told ya."

Austria soon returned with two other men following him.

"Doitsu!" Italy cried at the sight of one of them.

"Hey, Gil!" Vienna called to the other, an albino.

He grinned. "Hey, Roddy, why didn't you say you were having a party? We would have changed our schedules."

Austria gave him an icy glare. "Meaning you wouldn't have come?"

His grin got wider, "Nah, we'd have shown up earlier." Austria glared at him and left the room.

"Who are you two?" Mel asked, leveling herself out of her chair to study the pair.

The blond one stopped fighting off Italy to call, "I'm Germany, who are you?"

The albino gave a smile, and then came over to drape an arm over her shoulder. "Why doesn't a pretty little thing like yourself know the great Prussia?"

She slowly turned her head and glared at him. "Get. Off. Me." She said, slowly and distinctly.

"Chill, chill, I'm moving." He said, hands raised in surrender. He grinned again and walked over to stand next to Vienna.

"To answer your question, I'm Melbourne, and my Oniichan, Australia, sent me to Europe to meet other nations."

"Does that mean you'll be staying a while?" Prussia asked. He was currently leaning on Vienna, whose features were at war between annoyance and pleasure.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I'll want to be with you. Flirt." She accused.

He put his hands to his heart, and cried, "Flirt? Me? You would me gravely."

She gave a grudging smile. "Sorry."

"I got her to smile; I must be doing something right."

"Flirt."

Eventually, Austria returned, least not be rude to his guests, unwanted they may be. After some time, no one was sure how long, the door bell rang again. Austria rose to see who it was, and soon returned with a tall man in a trench coat following him. Mel tilted her head over the back of the chair.

"You're really tall. Who are you, mate?"

She got her answer as Rujiena exclaimed, "Russia! Why are you here?"

Russia glanced behind him as a small trembling figure emerged. "R-rujia, it's time to head home." He saw her and asked quietly, "W-who are you?"

"Melbourne. Who are you?"

"L-latvia. It's nice to meet you.

"Same."

Rujiena reappeared with her coat on. 'Ready Oniichan."

Russia smiled at her and turned back to the door. "Thanks for watching her Roddy.'

"Don't call me that, Ivan."

Melbourne stood. "I should go as well."

Zell looked at her quizzically. "Do you have somewhere to go?"

She shrugged. "No, but I'm used to camping out."

Zell brightened. 'You can stay here!"

Mel looked at Austria. "May I?"

He sighed. "If you want to deal with a wound-up Mariazell at 2 in the morning, be my guest."

"I thought I already was."

He stared blankly at her for a second, then slowly smiled. "Very funny. Good night, girls." He left the room, and Hungary followed close behind.

Zell and Mel looked at each other and grinned. "Come on, I'll show you my room." Zell said and raced off. Still grinning, Mel followed.

Zell raced down the hall ways, and Mel caught up easily.

"I hope you have two beds in your room." She commented.

Zell grinned. "I know there's only one in Roddy's. Don't worry, I've got two. Straight down this hallway, last door on the left."

"Race ya." Mel shot off, passing Zell easily despite her tall boots. Zell caught up and the two raced neck-in-neck until they reached the door. Mel put on a burst of speed and reached the doorknob a split second before Zell. "Ha, I won!" she cried, laughing.

She opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a massive desk, overflowing with junk. There was a computer on the desk, but it was barely visible, and seemed to be dying. There was a bed on either side of the des, one seemingly untouched, the other, like the desk, was a total mess. She walked into the room and turned around slowly, taking everything in. She saw the seemingly only neat thing in the room, a massive bookshelf covered the wall, framing the door. There was even one of the stereotypical library ladders to reach the books stored above the door.

"So?" Zell asked, leaning on the door frame.

"Love the bookshelf, but why is everything else such a mess?"

Zell shrugged. "Mostly because I never bother to clean it. I spend most of my time trying to annoy Roddy.'

"Why am I not surprised? I have a feeling you succeed most of the time."

"No duh."

End of Day 1!

Geez, that takes a while to type. Readers should note that, as this was originally designed to be read by my close friends, there are a few jokes based on the personality of the OC. The real life Mariazell can get pretty much drunk off a glass of lemonade, so we use that a lot. Rujiena in real life is quite short, so Rujiena in here is as well.

Read and Review, PLEASE! I read all comments, and take your suggestions into account. (Well, I might not too much on this, as it's already written.) Day 2 coming soon!