Well, here's a new story. I had this idea and it wouldn't leave me alone. I am continuing my harry potter stories but this will now be starting and I might be starting some harry potter/hetalia crossovers. Hope you enjoy this one and review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Prologue-

It's a peaceful day, clear weather, nice temperature, everyone rather calm. Except for America but, then again, he is America. I know most people thinks he's an idiot, and I know he acts like it almost all of the time, but I also know he can be very smart and sensitive, when he wants to be. Then again, he can also be rather oblivious. I mean, he never figured out about me...then again, no one else did either. Only Estonia, Latvia and Poland knew back then, and they didn't so much 'find out' as 'have it slap them in the face'.

Back to what I said before, it is rather nice today, which is good considering that today is a very special day. For all of the nations.

It started when all our bosses conspired behind our backs...In a good way, not like how I made it sound. With how the world was progressing lately and how just about everywhere was getting more and more multi-cultural, they thought it'd be good for the relationships of the world if the nation's personifications spent more time around each other.

And by 'more time' I mean twenty-four/seven.

It was rather shocking for them just to spring upon us that we were going to be moving into a neighbourhood together and, for some of the nations who had very strong rivalries, rather unpleasant. It was something rather big to accept. Everyone was going to now be living within walking distance of each other...As soon as we picked where the neighbourhood was going to be built. Of course we'd still have our own homes back in our own countries, but this would be one place just for the nations, which raised a lot of questions. Such as,

'Where is this place going to be?'

'What about work?'

'If it's just for the nations, shouldn't we have to be close to another town so we can get necessities?'

'Some of us live under the same roof, what about that?'

...It seemed they hadn't fully thought this through as much as they thought they had, and ended up leaving it to us to decide most of the details. Except for the work one, to which their answer was along the lines of technology is fabulous and we don't need to be face-to-face with our bosses' unless it was something of dire importance. And, with that, the lot all got up and left us. I think it was only a minute after that the screaming and shouting started. Once everyone got used to the idea, or realised that it was going to happen whether they liked it or not, it became time to choose where we would live.

That, in itself, was a disaster.

Everyone was biased and we eventually had to rule out voting for our own homelands otherwise we'd get nowhere. Germany started a list of what we would want in the area we lived in, and that raised even more problems. Those from warmer climates wanted a place that was hot all year round, whilst those who were used to snow and ice wanted to have the climate they were used to. It ended with a compromise of a place hot enough to go swimming during the summer but still cold enough that it would snow during the winter. A strong vote of wanting a place that had a lot of venues for everyone's different tastes ruled out a lot of countries and most of the smaller ones got ruled out. At least the language barrier was something we didn't have to worry about. As we constantly had to work with all other nations, we all had teachings in each language. It eventually came down to Japan, England or America. Japan then got ruled out and it came down to England and America. It was finally, after a lot of swearing and shouting and leading for cooperation, decided that it would be America we would be moving to but, as part of the compromise, one of the quieter states, which was reluctantly agreed to by everyone.

That had been about three weeks ago.

Now, the neighbourhood had been built, a nice, quiet out-of-the-way place with a town not far away to get everything we need. It was square-shaped, with large sections of land in the north, south, east and west of the sixteen blocks we had to work with. Everyone had their own house, but many, like myself, Estonia, Latvia and Poland, decided to live together, and we planted the roof we were going to stay under, Estonia's in our case, in the middle four-section. The others were spread along the neighbourhood. I smile as I watch the Nordics, who Denmark somehow convinced to all stay under the same roof, move their things into the house. I wave as I spot that silver-haired boy, Iceland was it?, looking over at me. He just blinked in confusion, but that doesn't matter as I go over to the, thankfully not pink, door of the house I would be staying in for who-knows-how-long. I climb quickly up the stairs and find my way to my new room. I was glad that this place was big enough to hold all of us with our own bedrooms. I may have shared a bedroom with Estonia and Latvia when we all lived at Mr. Russia's, but I doubt that would be appropriate now.

Hello, I'm Lithuania, and I've just moved into a new neighbourhood with my fellow nations, that we decided in our infinite imagination to name Nationalia (Nat-tion-al-ee-a), and, with everyone in such an enclosed space, crazy things are sure to happen. Now, you may have heard of me before, may have even seen me before, but I can tell you one thing that I once held but is no longer a secret. I'm very different from who you thought I was.

I'm not exactly a guy.