AN. This is a story dedicated to fan fiction writer and dear friend of mine konata101, and starring her. It was originally uploaded on in July 2012. To be able to truly appreciate this story, I'd suggest that you read konata101's stories 'Economic Flushout' and 'The Amazing Ameritoilet' which can be found on the Internet.

So one rainy day, our dearest friend Kona was sitting at her computer and typing a story. It had been a successful day for her so far – she had finished all her school assignments early and was now enjoying the great amount of free time she had. Since the weather outside was not in the best mood, she had decided to stay at home and pursue one of her favorite hobbies – writing Hetalia fanfiction.

As she was sitting and happily typing another scat fic involving Russia and America, there was a sudden knock on the door. Kona trembled and instantly closed the Word window. She knew that this could be no other than her parents and did not want to get her laptop taken away again; after all, there was no other way she would be able to keep in touch with her many online friends.

"Come in!" Kona said in a cheerful tone. There was a knock again. "COME IN!" she shouted, puzzling over what could have kept her parents from entering. A third loud knock on the door.

"Oh my god, what the hell is happening?" she murmured to herself as she got from the chair and went to open the door. Had her parents gone deaf?

But none of them was standing at the entrance. As kona opened the door, she could barely believe her eyes, so bewildered she was that she could hardly keep herself from screaming.

A blond young bespectacled man was standing at the door. He was wearing an American WW2 style uniform and a bomber jacket, and smiling innocently at the girl. Kona was too shocked to form any relevant thoughts. She had just frozen in her place. It couldn't be…it was…it was him. Alfred F. Jones.

"What's up, dear? Who did you expect to see?" the man said cheerfully and burst into laughter.

"W-W-What a-are you… why-y?" Kona's lips trembled. The man of her dreams, the object of all her twisted desire, the main character of stories that could make even Marquis de Sade cringe and turn back into his grave, was now standing at her door. But why exactly had he chosen to visit her? And how could he even do that? Was there any forth wall at all? Kona had come to her senses and now a tide of questions was flowing into her head. Her perception of reality was challenged – was she going insane? Did someone slip something into her drink?

"I-Is this happening to me for real?" she hung her head and said quietly. The man outstretched his gloved hand.

"Nice to meet you! I am Alfred Jones. You might know me as the personification of the USA from Axis Powers Hetalia." he said energetically.

Still confused, the girl shook hands with him.

"Y'a know, it's not very polite to look down when you shake hands with someone." Alfred noted. She lifted her head and looked him straight in the eyes. Despite all the shock, she now knew something – he looked even more gorgeous in person than the Himaruya Hidekaz's drawings or the most masterful fanart.

"A-am I d-dreaming…" a slight blush covered Kona's cheeks. She couldn't take her eyes off America's face. His azure eyes were so beautiful, so hypnotizing that she didn't care what the answer to her question would be.

"Luckily for you, little girl, no, this is reality." he squeezed her hand tightly to prove his point.

"Ouch!" Kona exclaimed but she didn't mind the slight pain. It was really him. "But why…how did you come here? I've never imagined that anything like this could happen".

"Let me in and I'll explain you." America quickly added.

Kona did her best to try to form whole sentences: "Ummmm… well, m-my room is a bit messy, and…um…uh…"

"That's not a problem. Reminds me of my place." Alfred's eyes were glowing with happiness. "Now shall we go in?"

"Uh, yes, sure," she let him into the room." Well, you can take a seat on the bed. Uhmm, you must be hungry or something… I have some chips and candy if you want."

"I sure as hell do!" the guest jumped with excitement. As Kona was taking the snacks out of a drawer, America walked around the room, looking at every corner curiously.

"So, I see you enjoy writing!" he murmured randomly, smiling at the girl next to the computer. Kona trembled.

"W-where do you know that from?"

"Ah, nothing, I just made an assumption." Alfred answered, putting away a few of the plushies scattered over Kona's bed so that he could take a sit. And during the whole time, the smile did not go down from his face. "So, am I correct or not?"

"Well, yes, you are. But I also enjoy other stuff. I like studying, marine biology, anime…" she tried to shift the topic.

"Ah, y'a know, don't worry, nothing bad with writing."

The two of them started to eat quietly. Something caught Kona's eye – although it had been pouring with rain outside, Alfred's clothes and hair were completely dry, showing no sign even of a drop.

A few minutes passed and now Kona was able to shake off the stress a little. She felt more confident and knew she had to ask her guest a question:

"Please, tell me, why did you choose exactly me? You have plenty of fan girls, why did you come here? And how are you even able to do it?"

Alfred lifted his eyebrows in surprise: "What, aren't you happy? If you want I can go somewhere else. The truth is, I have many fangirls, but you are special. And how I reached you is a secret."

America's words struck Kona and she didn't know whether to be flattered or to cry. The boy then proceeded to eat and giggle quietly. The long moment of silence was enough to help Kona try to shake off the newly-formed shock and regain her thoughts again. As some time passed, she was not bewildered anymore – "How did I get the chance to become such a Mary Sue?" the thought run through her mind and a slight smirk appeared on her face.

Kona stood up, the awkward look no more present on her face. She approached Alfred and looking him straight in the eyes, whispered softly: "Well, anyway, I think you are not the only one who finds me attractive."

"Of course not. You babe, are gorgeous!" he exclaimed as he put the bag of chips down. The cheesiness of the dialogue was the least thing that went through Kona's mind at that very moment – all she felt back then was only pure happiness and inner satisfaction, the feelings of utter confusion gone in the same instantaneous way in which they had appeared. She had already assured herself that it was not a dream and who would care if it was? The most vital thing in this glorious moment was to not wake up.