Chapter 1

White was all England saw when he woke up. A bright white. Groaning, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Looking around, he noticed that America, Canada, and France were sitting on the floor next to him. "Where the bloody hell are we?"

America looked down and smiled at him. "England, dude, you're up! And I have no clue where we are. Neither do Francey-Pants or Canadia, so…" He trailed off at the looks the mentioned countries gave him.

"But that's an easy answer!" Chirped a voice. It sounded feminine.

"Wh-who's there? I'm warning you, if you're a ghost, I'm n-not scared!" America was shaking.

A girl threw aside a curtain designed to look like a wall. She was probably about 5'5" and was wearing an over-sized red sweatshirt and black leggings. Her hair was dark brown and very curly, and her eyes were gray. "Silly America, I'm not a ghost, I'm Ramie!" Her accent was American.

"Really? Where are we then, Rainy?" France glared at her.

Her eyes seemingly turned green. "Ramie!" She snapped. "My name is Ramie! Ray-me. Ramie!" She took a deep breath, her eyes turning blue this time. "Sorry. I just hate it when people get my name messed up. Anyway, you're here for a challenge!" She clapped her hands twice.

"A challenge? What challenge?" England looked at her suspiciously.

"Alright, I don't want to explain this more than once, so come with me." She turned back to the small hallway revealed to have been behind the curtain.

They all exchanged looks, but followed her. The hallway was (thankfully) a darker off-white color. In the hallway, the group following her became larger as she got more and more countries from behind curtains. The only incident was when Switzerland nearly shot her ("I thought I took all your guns!") but was stopped by Liechtenstein.

Finally, the group reached the end of the hallway. There was a set of possibly titanium doors, followed by a large auditorium. There were sectioned-off areas, with the names of the groups. (Like the 'FACE' family and Germanic Countries.) Each family sat in their own area, and were pleasantly surprised by the comfy-ness of the seats.

Ramie stepped up onto a stage on the front, producing a microphone and notecards from somewhere. She proceeded to read, in a total deadpan, "You are here because America's boss wants porn."

There was an uproar, many countries glaring and yelling at America, before Ramie laughed. "Oh God, your reactions! That was a joke, and definitely not true, and Switzy, put the gun down before I use the security to search you for guns."

She pointed to where two scrawny boys (probably in their mid-teens) were standing by the door.

'Switzy' scoffed. "That's the security?"

Ramie grinned. "They're gay and will enjoy searching you thouroughly for weapons."

Switzerland glared at her, wisely putting his gun down by his side.

"Alright, then! Time to read these card things!

"Hello! I am a country, and I have set this up. You are all to stay in this building until you can guess which country has organized this. You get one guess a day, and there will be various challenges until you guess. And if you fight the system, you will have to sleep in the dungeons!

"I have hired three girls to help with everything, along with staff. Ramie, Dakota, and Esprit will be helping with anything you need, and all of them are assigned certain families to take care of. Go to them if you have any questions. That is all, for now!

"~Your friend, a country."

There was silence for a moment, before the yelling started. Ramie tapped her microphone, creating a horrible screeching noise. The nations all stared at her. "That was rude and improper. Anyway, let's get Dakota and Esprit out here."

She disappeared briefly behind stage, then came back dragging two girls. One was around 5'7" and willowy. She had very long hair in ringlets that was so black it appeared blue. Her eyes were a dark blue, and she was pale with a smattering of freckles on her face. She was wearing a loose one-shouldered black elbow-length shirt and dark skinny jeans. She spoke first, with a French accent. "Bonjour, I am Esprit."

A girl that looked slightly younger than the other two came out. "I'm Dakota." She had short light brown hair, freckles, and brown eyes. She was wearing a dark-blue-and-white striped poncho with a hood over a long-sleeved black shirt. She had on a pair of tie-die shorts on over flower leggings.

Ramie came up behind Dakota and hugged her. Dakota shrieked and slapped her on the head. "Stop hugging me!"

Ramie pouted at her. "But whyyyyyyyyyy?" She whined. "You're my little sister; I have to hug you!"

Dakota just glared at her. "Just stop."

Ramie looked about to cry for a second before smiling widely again. She bounced off the stage and over to Russia. "Russia, can I have a hug?"

Russia smiled, delighted. "Da!"

Ramie squealed and jumped at him. He- very gently- wrapped his arms around her too. After a minute or so of the other countries just sort of wondering what exactly was going on, Ramie was bouncing around hugging the other countries too. Most were fine with it, but she soon arrived at Switzerland.

"Switzy, can I hug you?" Ramie looked up at him.

He glared down at her, perhaps more than a little startled. After all, they hadn't been getting along very well at all. "Why?"

"It's Universal Hug Day today!" Ramie squealed, excited.

"…Alright. Just this once though." Switzerland consented.

Ramie smiled widely and tackled him, almost knocking the blond over.

He yelled, and she laughed, quickly running over to hug Hungary. Everything went smoothly until she reached the last country- Japan. "Japaaaan~" She squealed. "Let me hug you!"

He backed away quickly. "Sorry, Ramie-san, but… no, thank you."

She gave him puppy eyes. "Please! Let me hug you, until you learn to hug yourself!"

America smiled at the song reference. The other countries had 'WTF' faces on.

Japan gave her a strange look, caving in. "A-alright."

She calmly- they were all surprised she could be calm- walked over and wrapped her arms around him, just for a moment, before pulling away. "Alright! Now, for the groups…"

She looked over at Esprit, who pulled out a notecard. "Alright, those who go with Ramie are:

"Japan, America, France, Russia, Spain, Hungary, Poland, Denmark, Sweden, and Prussia."

Ramie fist-pumped. "YES! I HAVE PRUSSIA THE AWESOME!"

Prussia whooped. "I am indeed very awesome."

Dakota rolled her eyes. "No, you're rude and annoying."

Germany looked at her. "You seem sensible."

Ramie chimed in. "Just don't say anything remotely gay; she's a flipping homophobe… So, what I guess I basically mean is don't show her Italy."

Germany and Romano glared at her. "ITALY IS NOT THE CENTER OF GAYNESS!"

Ramie shrugged. "At least he's not a prostitute. Unlike Iceland over there."

"What the heck?" Iceland spluttered.

Ramie stared pointedly at him. "What other kind of guy wears white knee-high boots?"

"Alright, alright." Esprit interjected. "Those in Dakota's group are the following:

"Italy Veneziano, England, Italy Romano, Greece, Belarus, Norway, and Iceland."

"Hey, why does Ramie have more countries than me?" Protested Dakota.

"Because she was first hired and therefore got to pick her countries." Esprit told her.

"Also 'cuz I'm awesomer." Ramie poked her younger sister's cheek. "And I got the Yaoi Trio, the Awesome Trio, and the Bad Touch Trio! So there!"

Dakota stared at her for a moment. "… You do realize that the Bad Touch Trio is basically three perverted guys, right?"

Ramie just stared back. "Who isn't secretly a pervert, dear sister of mine?"

"… Esprit." Dakota deadpanned.

"She's French, how is she not secretly a pervert?" Ramie turned to France. "Sorry, but it's the truth."

He shrugged. "I'm very much used to it, do not worry."

Esprit glared daggers at Ramie before continuing. "And my group has the following members:

"Germany, China, Austria, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Ukraine, Finland, and Sealand."

Ramie pouted. "But wait… WHO FORGOT CANADA? HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE IN MY GROUP!" She stomped over to Canada (who was sitting alone in the FACE family area) and hugged him, pulling him back to her group afterward. (She slapped Esprit on her way back, of course.) "You know how important Canada is to me!"

Esprit looked at her strangely. "But you're from the US."

Ramie face palmed. "Where do you think I get my special maple syrup from, England? By the way," She turned to Canada. "Your maple syrup is the best. The best ever."

"Um, thanks…" He murmured, blushing a little.

She pet his head. "No problem! So now, I believe we split up to our corridors… So let's go!" She bounced off happily.

The countries looked at Dakota and Esprit. "Is she always like that?" England asked.

Dakota sighed. "For the most part, except for a few random days here or there. Just a few warnings: Do not give her American maple syrup, try to not piss her off, and never- and I mean ever give her marshmallows."

America stared at her. "Why can't we give her marshmallows?"

Dakota looked at Esprit, and the two girls shivered. "They're like alcohol or something to her… It's strange. Also, she won't trust Canada if he tries to give her Oreos."

"… Should we even ask?" Germany sighed.

"… Last time a Canadian gave her Oreos, there was somehow actual alcohol in them… And that's why you never annoy Canadians. They'll either do stuff like that to food or hurt you with a hockey stick. Or possibly take away your maple syrup. That reminds me, she will hurt anyone who threatens her maple syrup." Esprit smiled at the countries who had her. They were all either making 'What the honest hell' faces or just staring dumbly. "And now you had better catch up to her. Buh-bye~!"

End of Chapter 1

A/N: So yeah, I got this idea in my head. If you're wondering about the OCs, I am Ramie, my little sister (her name is changed) is represented by Dakota, and Esprit is someone from something totally different. And they will actually be a big part of the plotline later on.

I will be accepting staff! Just send me a review or PM with their info (like name, personality, physical description, job stuff like that) and I'll fit them in somewhere.

And the Oreos story is based off of a story game my friends and I played, where you create a story by telling sentences to each other.

The marshmallow thing is true, by the way.

Iceland being a prostitute is one of my favorite head-cannons, so, that will be mentioned some more. (Plus, my friend is part Icelandic, and I love annoying her by saying that…)

((Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. But it would be a wonderful Christmas present…))

Reviews are always welcome. :)

So, yeah, see you guys later~!

~RedWhiteNBlue (who now wants marshmallows, which I'm seriously addicted to… xP)