Okay, so this is my first Fanficton, if I've done some mistakes, don't be shy to make a review ( not a spam! ). Thank you from the bottom of my 'somewhat' heart for reading this story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. All of the rights go to Himayura Hidekaz.


DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia. All of the rights go to Himayura Hidekaz.

-Prologue-

San Francisco, California

In the middle of the auburn and blonde, there stood a black-haired girl taking notes at the teacher in the museum.

"Much of Chinese culture, literature and philosophy further developed during the Zhou dynasty (1045–256 BC). The Zhou dynasty began to bow to external and internal pressures in the 8th century BC, and the kingdom eventually broke apart into smaller states, beginning in the Spring and Autumn period and reaching full expression in the Warring States period. This is one of multiple periods of failed statehood in Chinese history, the most recent being the Chinese Civil War that started in 1927"

Some of the girls giggled and pointed at her. She shook her head and continue to wrote down for her essay, but now changed into drawing them as hangman. So what, she came from the Asia, and she's proud of it. Her black hair, dark hazel eyes all came from her ancestors, and she couldn't be more grateful.

"So what's your heritage again, squinty? Oh! I know, it on the wall right there!Your granddaddy it is!"- The blonde chick started to laugh with her friends, ignoring the scary SNAP in the corner. In what like half a second later,she was on the ground, and our lovely character on top of her, punching her repeatedly:

"I AM NOT A CHINESE! I AM A VIETNAMESE FROM HEAD TO TOE, YOU STUPID FAT B*TCH!"

Her friends shrieked and of course, that scene caused a lot of ruckus. After what seems like a centuries, the teacher finally stop scolding her and excluded her from the tour, much to her dismay. And so there she was, loitering outside the building waiting for the goddamn tour to finish.

"Stupid-ass racist MOFO...doesn't even care...blonde-ass b*tch..." - she gritted through her teeth, as the people near her made a mental note not to anger the female asian.

KACHAK.

'Huh? The tour wasn't supposed to end until 4:30!' – she darted her head back to see a tiny door open, not the main gate. A security guard walks out, but he forgot to lock the door. ' is a Fight or Flight situation. I could go in there,and sneak in the crowd once again so that I can at least past my History exam. Or I can just stay out here like an obediant puppy and wait...' – She pondered, before bursting into small giggles – 'Who am I kidding? I didn't even like dogs in the first place!.'

So, she went in.

_Brought to you by failed Italy icon: (=ワ=)_

The room was bigger than she thought. But, unfortunately, it's not a secret passage into the museum, it's a security room,( Our character is so stupid!)so she decided to at least put some 'little decorations' on it to brighten up the room. About half an hour later...

"Done!" – she smiled proudly and was about to walk out, until she noticed an electricity box in the corner.

"Blonde b*tches hates dark, eh?"

SNAP.

She opened the rusty box in a flash, and pull the lever. It did not work at first, making her frustrated, until there's a glowing bright light on it.

'Aw hell naw, I ain't gonna get to the fantasy land in that way! I'm too old for this!' – She thought as she stepped away, but the nature doesn't want to play nice on her, so...

ZAP!

-(#_#)-

Back to when she was little wittle, she had been told many stories about going into fantasy land. Follow the black cat, using an old locket, wishing upon the stars,...But NONE of them includes getting electrocuted by an old, rusty electicity box to get to 'Neverland'.

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Bonus Ending:

Our lovely security guard (Whose name is Andrew on his name tag) returned to his quarter after getting a fresh mug of coffee as a reward. But that relaxed posture was soon being replaced by a horrified expression.

"WHO THE HELL SPLASHED A BUCKET OF BLOOD ON THE WALL?! WHY IS THERE A DEAD DONKEY IN MY QUARTER?!"

He had failed to notice a tiny doodle face with a slided out tongue in the corner. Or the open rusty electricity box.