I think my life is kinda miserable so I wish I could live in the Hetalia world. Then I'm thinking, others might want to live in it too, ya know what I mean? Then… yea… so then… ya know… so basically you're going through the Hetalia world, and it's like , or at least the ones I'm familiar with. Please review, I live off your reviews!
This is mah first YouX...everyone? fic... or at least, a fic that involves the so-called "You"...

You sit back in your swivel chair, spinning yourself around slowly for a few moments as you run your fingers through your silky hair. Oh God, it would be awesome if you could live in the Hetalia world… ever since you'd watched that series, you've been obsessed, and when the series ended, you nearly broke down in despair. Until you discovered fanfictions. And so Hetalia still lived, vibrant and vivid as ever in your imagination, able to continue due to that discovery.

This might have been really good on one hand, but on the other, your grades were failing and your parents nagged you every single day for things you didn't even do. For example: You didn't wash the dishes, you didn't sweep the floors, this and that.

Sighing as you contemplate your current situation, you decide to roll the chair over to your laptop and work on some of your fics, glad that at the moment your parents had mustered up the courage to trust that you were old enough to be left at home on your own during the summer.

Your mother was in Texas staying for a couple of weeks at your grandmother's, who had just recently suffered a severe stroke, and your father was working over the period of the next two weeks in Wisconsin, apparently operating on some stranger (he was a neurosurgeon). So they had left you alone in California to live on instant noodles on a whole bunch of other canned things that you couldn't even put a name to.

You didn't really mind. All they really did do was yell at you. And nag you to do your homework.

Turning on the silver Apple laptop, you log on to your Fanfiction account and begin to upload one of your newer Word documents. You'd finished it yesterday but never really had the chance to put it up on the Net. Not with your mom around. Your dad had left a few days before, and your mother just this morning.

Licking your lips thirstily, you speculate what to eat for dinner. Not one more bite of that stupid canned pasta, just one more piece of elbow macaroni and you'd be sick. Maybe I won't worry about that for now, you reason. I'll just have a drink of water.

While you thought about it, you turned on an episode of Hetalia: Axis Powers just for the sake of it. God, your parents weren't home, so why not? They hated Hetalia, so this was your chance to enjoy it.

Then you reach over to the nightstand next to your bed for a cup of water that was sitting there, probably from the day before, knowing yourself. Suddenly you find yourself letting out a startled yell as the cup tipped over and left the water spilling over the table—and right into the outlet in which your computer was plugged into.

"Oh damn!" You manage to cry out as you hear a distint sound of crackling electricity… and before you know it, the white, hot energy was coursing up the wire and right into your laptop as if the black cord were a highway for the electricity—which, technically speaking, it was.

You gasp in shock, both hands grasping the laptop desperately as the pain—the burning, overwhelming blast of pain—jolted through your body. Your head is throbbing, your mind is reeling… and the next thing you know, everything goes black.

It was short, but eventually we'll get more in. Oh, I forgot to mention that if anyone wants a fanfic request, I'd be happy to. PM me! I WANT to have to go through the stress of having to finish fanfics for others on time!
 I also would like reviews, since, they're my energy source… although after writing about that little scene of being electrocuted, I'm not sure about using that term…