A/N: Wow, that was a cheesy description. I can't believe I`m finally doing this. I hope you guys enjoy this, I`m working really hard on it. The rest of the A/N is at the end. Enjoy!
Disclaimer - I do NOT own Hetalia, I`m just a major fangirl.
Chapter 1 - What?
It has been 2 years since you figured out you were adopted. You had your suspicions since you were a child though, you were the only one in you family with curly strawberry blond hair (That you hated, and kept straight almost all the time). Everyone else had straight black hair. Of course as soon as your figured out you were adopted you met with your biological parents. You defiantly were your mothers child, you had the same face shape and eye colour. Your hair colour came from your dad, but his was more red than blond. Come to find out, you were half French and half Scottish.
You also found out where you get your need to travel from, currently your mother was in China, leaving you home alone at your house in France. You were 18. Old enough to be home alone, but you had only moved there a year ago. You were fine with living alone, and your brother visited nearly every week. While you lived in the capital, Paris, he lived in Rouen, only an hour and thirty minutes away.
Your brother was the perfect French stereo type. He was a major flirt, was a bi-sexual, and had the "France laugh". He was a perfect match for France from Hetalia. He even had the curly blond hair!
Ah, Hetalia, your latest obsession. You even had a Hetalia cosplay group, but most of them lived in Sweden. Some lived back in the States, where you previously lived. You were the groups Fem!England, Italy, and Fem!Canada.
You were at work. You worked in a book store called Village Voice, that mostly had books in english. It kind of made you feel like you were back in America. You missed America sometimes, but you never felt like you belonged there.
"(Name), you shift is done. You can go home now," The manager came to tell you.
"Thanks, see you Monday!"
And with that, you were off. It was only a fifteen minute walk from your job to your house, but as it got dark the streets of Paris emptied. Soon it was creepy. You were good with creepy, Halloween is your favorite holiday! But this was different. You felt like something, or someone, was about to pop out.
As you walked down the street, you heard loud talking in one of the ally`s. It shocked you, but you regained your sanity after a minute. You would have put it off as just some French teenagers being stupid, but this caught you attention. It did because the person talking was speaking English. Not only that, but it sounded strangely familiar.
You sort of stood there around the corner of the ally, eaves dropping. 'Double O Ninja!' you thought, quoting Britain from the Hetalia movie.
"But, dude, how do we get back?" An American asks.
"I don' know, you wanker! Why the bloody hell did you press the button in the first place?" an Englishman asks.
"Kiku said not too Al." a quiet voice said.
'Wait! Did he say Al and Kiku. It has to be a coincidence.' you thought.
"I know but it was big and red! In movies you always press the red button!"
"You wanker! You never press the red button!"
"Would you two stop releasing sexual tension, I`m try to think of a way to get back home. That should be out main priority, non?" a French accent said.
"Francis is right. We need to get back as soon as possible."
'Okay, this is kind of creepy, they all seem like the Hetalia characters.' you thought, as you tried to get a closer look, but as you did, you tripped, only to fall right in front of them.
"Ghost!"
"It`s not a ghost, Al. It's a person. Are you okay?"
You look up. One of them has their hand in front of you, offering to help you up. You take the hand, get up, and brush of your cloths.
"I'm fine, thank you," You finally say.
"What are you doing out in the streets this late?"
"My job is right down the street, I just got off work." You say reluctantly. Why are you even telling them this? Normally you would lie.
"Oh ho ho ho, do you need help getting home?" the French one asks, and by the way he said it, you were sort of creeped out.
"Your scaring her, Francis. Don`t mind him, he's just a little weird," the quite voice said.
You just stood there for a couple of seconds, you didn't know what to do.
"Um, since your here, where are we?" the Englishman asks.
"What do you mean by where, you need to go into specifics," you say.
"What country?" the American asks.
"How do you not know what country your in?" you ask.
"It's a long story, what country?"
"France," you say.
"What?" the Frenchmen responds, as if it's his name.
"That's the country we are in, France," you say questionably.
"Then why are you speaking English?" the American asks.
"That isn't any of your business," you say.
"Sorry." the American says, the after a couple of seconds he yells, "Group huddle!"
They all backed into the corner of the ally, whispering to each other. It was sort of funny, they were arguing about something, and every few seconds they would look over at you all at the same time. Soon they agreed on whatever it was, the Brit sounded like he didn't want to the most. Soon they came back over to you.
"Is there anywhere private we can go?" the American asked.
You thought for a minute. You knew you shouldn't take them to your house, you didn't know them, but something about them made them want to trust them. You weren't stupid though.
"No." you say after the long silence.
The quiet one seemed to know why you said no, and tried to explain to you.
"You can trust us, we won't do anything. We just need some help."
"With what?" you say quietly.
"Who are you talking to?" the Englishman asks.
"The boy right there." you pointed to the quiet one. You still couldn't see, but you could tell he was thin, and had blond hair. Actually, they all had blond hair, just different shades.
"Dude, Mattie, when did you get here?" the American asks.
"I've been here the whole time, Al."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you invited me to your house right before all this happened, remember?"
"Oh, yeah."
Then you knew. They would probably think you were crazy, but it was worth it. You thought you knew who they were. You look in the direction of the American and ask,
"Is your name Alfred F. Jones?"
After a small silence, he replies,
"How did you know that?"
You froze. No way, this was a trick. There had to be a camera somewhere.
"Did my brother put you up to this?" you ask.
"Your brother? What did he have to do with my name?"
He seemed to really not know what you were talking about, you still weren't convinced though.
"Is he trying to tell me to get a life? If so, this is the weirdest way to do it," you say.
"I don't know your brother, this is serious."
"Okay then, if your 'Alfred F. Jones', then this must be Arthur Kirkland." you say pointing in the direction of the Brit.
"How do you know that?" the Brit asks.
This is when you started laughing. This has got to be some cosplayers going to a convention near here that you didn't know about.
"You guys have great cosplay, you really convinced me there. What do you need, directions or something?"
"What are you talking about?" the Frenchman asks.
"You know, Hetalia, the show. I'm a fan too," you say.
"I still have no clue what you are talking about."
You think for a minute. You need proof that they actually where who they say the where.
"Give me proof your who you say you are."
'Alfred' pulled out his wallet, and brought out his ID. You pulled out your cell phone to read it because of the darkness. It was right there, in black and white, Alfred F. Jones. You, for the millionth time tonight, froze.
"Your really Alfred?" You ask.
"Yup," was his only reply.
"You really exist?"
"Um, yeah."
You brought them to your house, what else would you do? You unlocked the door to the two story house, and walked in. The four of them walked in behind you.
"So your Francis," you say pointing at the Frenchman, "Your Matthew," you say pointing at the quiet one, "Your Arthur," you say pointing at the Brit, "and your Alfred" you say pointing at the American.
In the light you could tell exactly who they were, or at least if you watch Hetalia you could.
"Correct," Arthur responded.
"How are you real?" you whisper.
"...I don't know...?" Alfred answers, but it sounded more like a question.
"How are you here?"
By now you were majorly freaked out. You know you wished a million times that they would be real, but you never thought it would actually happen. You must be dreaming. 'Yeah, that's it,' you thought, 'Your dreaming, and when you wake up, you will be all alone in this big house.' But you may as well have fun while in this dream.
"Well, Kiku said he had this multi-dimensional devise thingy," Alfred explains, "and, well, we sorta used while he was out of the room. So, yeah. Then, we woke up here."
"By 'we' you mean YOU dragged us along to see the device, and got us stuck here," Arthur says.
"So, what your saying is that all this is Alfred's fault?" you ask.
"Yeah, pretty much," Matthew answers.
"Hey! Mattie, who's side are you on?" Alfred asks Matthew.
"So how are you going to get back?" you ask before Matthew can answer.
"That we aren't sure of," Francis answers.
"Did Kiku tell you anything about it before you pressed the button, Alfred?" you ask.
"No, but I did take this manual thing so I could figure out which button to press. The only problem is that it's in Japanese, so I just pressed a button."
"Hand it to me."
He hands it to you and you look at it, you couldn't read Japanese, only speak it. Maybe you could find someone to read it, there must be someone around here who could.
You walk into the living room and sit on the couch, them following you. You gesture for them to sit down, they do.
"I can't read Japanese, but I guess I can try to find someone who can," you say after some thought.
"So you`ll help us?" Francis asks.
"How could I not? I mean you guys are, you know...you," you say.
"Oh yes, how did you know who we were?" Arthur asks.
You smile. This should be fun.
After about an hour of watching Hetalia, you pause the DVD player, and look over to everyone.
"That's how," you say, responding to Arthur's previous question.
They were all shocked. Well, you would be too if you found out that your life was made into an anime without your permission.
"Who did this?" Matthew asks.
"Considering that it's made in Japan, I would guess that Kiku made it," you respond.
After the silence you look at the time, 9:32 PM. You watched as they stared at the screen that was frozen for now.
"So...do you guys have anywhere to stay?" you ask.
When they don't respond you continue, "If you don't you can stay here. We have 3 guest bedrooms and someone can sleep on the couch...you know...if you guys want to..."
"That would be very nice of you, but we can get a hotel, it's fine." Arthur responded.
"I don't wanna stay in a hotel! It's to late to get one anyway," Alfred protested, much to Arthur's inconvenience.
"Al, don't be rude," Matthew
"It's fine. I live here alone anyway, except when my brother comes to visit. Plus, it's only one night," you say.
After some consideration, and some begging from Alfred, Arthur agreed to staying at your house.
"Yay!" Alfred exclaimed.
"Anyone else hungry?" you ask, which was a stupid question, considering you already knew Alfred was always hungry.
A/N: Finally done! Okay, so those of you who are reading my other fic I am still working on it. I haven't given up yet! The updates will just be kind of wild. As for this fic, I will try to update every Friday. I make NO promises though! Anyway, this story will get very random in the near future. I went through the story for mistakes, but there may still be some. If you will, please review and tell me what you like or what you want me to fix. If you review it inspires me to write more! Thanks for reading!