I was quickly typing away at my computer, composing my newest failing fanfiction piece.

"I dont have a life" I mumbled.

I looked up and noticed my familiar surroundings. My favorite music was blasting from across my room, my floors littered with miscellaneous things here and there. I slight smile formed on my lips. I began to hum the melody of the chorus. I looked back down and began to type.

I must have been writing for half an hour when i got into this trance. nothing could stop me, nothing could tear me away from my masterpiece. My eyes scanned line across line, correcting every mistake.

I heard a chuckle behind me.

I whipped my head around to be greeted with blue eyes. American eyes.

A small yelp escaped my lips.

"Uhhh… What are you doing?" then more confidently, "Who are you? What happened? Whats going on?!" i scanned the room. Hetalia. Hetalia everywhere. Germany, Italy, Japan, France, England, China, and Russia. Oh, Russia. I had previously thought him to be cute, and adorable. Now I could see what all the fuss was about. He was gigantic, his chest broad, shoulders square and enormously tall.

America coughed, once again gaining my attention. "So dude, who are you?"

"My name is _" I stuttered out nervously. I was aware how strong these countries actually were. Maybe not all of them, but at least america could lift an entire CAR!

"He means where are you from? How did you get here?" Asked England

"I dont know!" I replied "I asked you the same thing!"

England mumbled something i couldn't understand which earned a shriek from france who immediately started arguing with him. America joined in. Soon the three were fighting in a huge cloud of dust.

"Why dont you say something Russia?" Asked Spain

I sighed. So this was going to turn into the first episode huh? I could hear Russia mumble something behind me then i felt a hand on my back. I quickly scrambled up and grabbed my laptop, closing it and turning around.

I was facing Russia, the terrifying Russia. There was no explanation for the amount of fear that Russia's presence provoked into me. I usually didn't flinch when my friend snuck up behind me, or during halloween pranks, but somehow Russia turned the usually stable person i was into something small and scared.

"You come with me now, Da?" He asked

"Really?" I stuttered out.

"No! you do what i say" He chuckled, picking me up and flinging me over his back.

"Wait! Wait!" i cried out to the other countries in the meeting room. The ones that werent arguing looked over at me from their seats. "Poland? Canada? Spain? Anyone?" I yelled out, meeting each of their eyes for a brief second before they turned away, too scared of russia to do anything.

Author's note: YEAH FIRST CHAPTER! Okay so, this story is something ive been thinking about lately. It will focus a little more on latvia and estonia than lithuania. (I seriously ship poland and lithuania. and belarus lithuania, and russia lithuania.) basicly, Lithuania has poland, and belarus, and (SERIOUSLY WHEN RUSSIA WAS LITTLE ALL HE WANTED WAS TO BE FRIENDS WITH LITHUANIA!) but none of the others have such strong pairings, i figured they needed something.

I apologize for short chapters and not capitalized names and incorrect grammar and spelling.

And as always: REVIEW PLEASE! you do not know how nice it is to hear from you guys. Even if its just: "that word in paragraph four is misspelled" All it takes is ten seconds! PLEASE!