Hi, people! I made this one for our Social Science class but I can't help making it into a fanfiction. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: This disclaimer is for the whole fanfiction already so I'm not going to repeat it. (I'm too lazy.) I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters. Also, the knowledge in this fanfiction was taken from the book we used. ^_^

PROLOGUE

September 25, 2013

The whole world sat around the conference table, talking about the United Nations Day that was barely a month away. The usual chaos in the conference room was nowhere to be seen as everyone was too absorbed in the idea of celebrating the day when – after many criticisms and sceptical comments - the nightmares and fears of war were finally put on hold.

Each nation had their chance to state their ideas and, for once, it was actually quite orderly. Their agenda was to decide on a theme for the upcoming celebration. However, as per usual, they could not agree with each other and the frail serenity of the room was finally broken after the nations have reached their limits, no longer able to bite back their words of disagreement.

"No way! Tea parties are for sissies!" yelled U.S.

"Shut up, you git! As if making superheroes is any better!" was England's angry retort.

"Of course it is! You're just jealous I make them better than you!" and with that, U.S.A. started laughing for no apparent reason.

"Come now, l'Angleterre, l'Amerique, since it is about peace, it is obvious the theme should be l'amour." came France's smooth, baritone voice.

"Veee~~ let's mass produce Pasta~~~!" Italy.

"Then… How about cosplaying?" was Japan's timid suggestion.

"We'll cosplay Pasta! Veee~~~"

"No, aru! We should just make booths and sell goods, aru! I just recently mass-produced Japan's newest action figure, aru!" it was China.

"China-san! I told you not to make imitations of my work!" Japan scolded China, making the latter pout.

Germany, having had enough of the chaos, was about to slam his hands on the table when everyone's cell phones rang simultaneously. It was from their bosses.

"Yo, 'bama! 'Sup?" America was first to pick up, followed by everyone else.

"Moshi-moshi?"

"Ciao!"

"Oui?"

"Hello?"

"Hallo?"

As if on cue, everyone's eyes bulged out. The exact same words were said to them by their bosses. Their leaders seem to have known their meeting would end up chaotic and have put it upon themselves to decide on the theme.

"The theme is 'Back in Time'."