Hi everyone! This is a story I've been dying to get posted up for forever! Not terribly much happens in this chapter but it introduces you to the main character, Zoey, and the beginning of many MANY events about to take place involving the Nations. This is a separate universe than my State stories, the states won't show up in this one (AKA they don't exist in this universe :P). I've had the idea for a while but thought it was to outlandish until I read some other stories on here involving 'Nationlings' and finally got the courage to write down the idea. I really hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia but I do own my OC's and the story idea.

Chapter 1:

Zoey opened her pale violet colored eyes and blinked in the darkness. Her room normally wasn't this dark, even late at night she could see Konrad's hallway Superman light glowing for him to see where the bathroom was in the crack of the door. Traffic lights from the nearby highway, the screeches of fire engines and police cars as well as Liam's snoring were always audible too in the tiny bedroom she shared with her older sister, Lyn. She squinted; even her hand in front of her face wasn't see-able. Zoey felt the rising feeling of panic set in and her breath quickened. Within this time, two things occurred to her:

1. She was not in her room.

2. And she had no idea how she got here.

Now shaking, Zoey cautiously moved off what felt like the hardest bed in the universe and as she slipped off her hip connected with something hard and she squeaked. "Ow! Ow, ow, ow ow!" she whimpered, rubbing her bruising hip. Carefully now she reached a hand in front of her and moved slowly around the room, not even quite sure what she was looking for. Zoey nearly slapped her forehead. Oh yeah, light switch. Duh. Trailing her hand along the walls her hand finally brushed against something switch-like and she pulled, praying she didn't end up like Yzma*.

Light suddenly flooded the room and Zoey recoiled from the brightness. After recovering from the light, she finally saw the room she was in. It was no bigger than a small guest room, only with no windows and painted a stark white. The bed she presumed she had been in looked like a hospital bed with no covers (Which explained why it was so hard!). Next to it was a small table that must have been what she banged her hip into and Zoey had to choke back a scream when she saw what was on it. A huge needle, empty of whatever had been in it laid there ominously as if mocking her by being there. Just what had she gotten herself into?

Looking down, she realized she was still in her street hockey clothing she'd worn to school; Vancouver Canucks jersey, tan shorts but her shoes were gone (Although her navy blue socks were still on of all things).

Zoey closed her eyes, muttering words her sister would have washed her mouth out with soap at hearing and leaned against the wall as she tried to remember what had last happened to her. She'd left Lyn and Konrad at the house after school to play with the neighborhood kids in a friendly street hockey match. Avery hadn't been there because he had the flu so Will had filled in for him on their team. She remembered that but everything after was blank. Did they even win or lose the game? She had no idea. Yet one feeling inside of her was speaking loud and clear, an instinct normally buried under logic and reason: Run. Run NOW.

The world meeting was not going smoothly but of course that was completely normal. England and France were attempting to murder each other for the third time that day, America was pissing off the rest of the world without even (probably) realizing it and Russia was scaring everyone within twenty seats of him with his freaky aura of his. Normal. Even the passed out Latvia. Of course for regular old supposedly normal humans, this was the weirdest, insanist, craziest meeting they'd ever seen. A quiet, studious looking woman slipped into the room, eyeing everything with slight trepidation. She quickly hurried over to the boisterous American, sidestepping the wandering hands of a Prussian as she made her way across the spacious room.

In her hands was a manila folder and she tapped America's shoulder, gaining his attention. "Sir, you said to give you any more information as soon as we got it." She whispered, handing the folder over to him. He blinked before realization and a hint of anxiety crossed his blue eyes.

"Oh thanks Sandra." She raised an eyebrow at him before shrugging to herself and slipping out of the room just as quietly as she had come in.

"Ve~ What's that America?" asked Italy, poking his head over the younger nations shoulder in an attempt to look at the folder.

"Nothing." America's voice was suddenly deeper and ice-cold, prompting the turning and staring of numerous nations. He ignored the looking of the nations and quickly scanned the enclosed documents.

"English is confusing, what does it say?" This time Italy was ignored as the American got whatever information he needed out of it and closed the folder back before stuffing it into his jacket pocket.

"…America…?" whispered England, worriedly gazing at America who was staring blankly at the wood table, lost in thought. Just a few moments ago he'd been shouting about 'superheroes' and such yet that document…just what had been in that could make America go serious like this?

Zoey dashed down the street, feeling disgusting as her only sock clad feet splashed in murky puddles. No matter how disgusting-"Ouch!" she jumped for a moment as she felt something dig into her feet. Okay no matter how disgusting AND painful it was she had to keep moving. It had been a miracle feat in of itself that she got out of that warehouse. Zoey had hallways been small, a thing that had irked her since she was in fifth grade and looked like in first grade with Konrad. Yes she was that small but right now she was thanking those small genes from whoever on Earth her parents were. That vent had been cramped but at least she was free, God knows where but free. She was certainly not dressed for this freezing, windy, rainy weather if she was to state the smallest of her problems.

Brushing away her blond curls, she skidded out of the alley and on to the sidewalk. Very few people were walking around and if they were they had umbrellas and were ignoring her. With the dark suit clad people and tall buildings with marble entry ways, it was a given she was no longer in at least the rural side of San Francisco. Subconsciously she walked down the street, glancing over her shoulder every few moments to see if the men who had taken her had noticed she was gone. Zoey stopped in front of an imposing building, staring in through its clear doors. This one felt different…in a weird way, safe. Thoughts of Liam came to mind, he'd once described something like this before; the feeling of knowing this is where you needed to be and that everything would be okay there. Of course she'd been trusting gut feelings ever since she came to so why stop now?

Zoey trudged up the steps and opened up the heavy doors, nearly falling over in the process. The entryway was clean and well white. All marble and distinctly smelled like the teachers break room at school, of coffee and Febreeze (The lemon scented kind to be specific). A woman sat at the front desk and was typing away at the computer."What am I doing?! They'll kick me out! A little kid with no shoes in an uppity place like this?" she thought, slowly making her way to the front desk. The woman glanced at her for a moment before continuing to type. Suddenly she paused; apparently her brain just computed Zoey was there and the lady jumped up wide-eyed.

"Uh…" started Zoey, trying to find the words to say in a situation like this. "…hi."

"My God! Are you alright?!" the woman yelled, quickly swerving out from behind her desk to face the little girl. No shouting for security, maybe that gut feeling was right (Again). The woman gasped. "You're bleeding!" It was Zoey's turn to pause and stare at herself. A tiny pool of blood surrounded each of her feet but she didn't know why; there wasn't any pain.

"Erm…not sure how that happened…" The woman stared at her, as Lyn would put it, incredulously. "Um…I kind of woke up without my shoes. Would you believe me if I said I was kidnapped?" Another blank stare.

"Wh-why did you come here?! This isn't a police station!" That was all she could think of?

"It felt right. This building. I got a safe feeling from it and I trust this feeling." The adrenaline was wearing off and exhaustion, hunger and fear was coming back strong. Zoey felt the tears start rolling down her cheeks.

"A safe feeling…?" The woman pondered before seeing Zoey start to cry. "Oh! Oh please don't cry! Shh! Shh! It's okay; It's okay!"

The little girl was now full-out bawling. She was lost and alone and all of that was hitting her now. Zoey'd never been separated from her siblings before, Liam and Konrad and Lyn and everything began crashing down as she sobbed. The woman took her in her arms, lifting her off the ground in a gentle hold but it provided no comfort. Where was she? Why had she been taken? Were her siblings okay? Zoey hiccuped as a last question filtered through her foggy mind: What was going on?

And that was the first chapter of In-Between the Lines! Tune in for an update soon (Hopefully)!

*Yzma as in from the Emperor's New Groove who Kronk always pulls the wrong lever on and makes her get attacked by Alligators (Or Crocodiles I don't know they look alike)