Disclaimer: the characters in this story are not mine. They are from hetalia which was written by Hidekaz Himaruya, and the animation is owned by funimation. I only claim credit to this fanfiction, and my O.C. (original character) Alice / 'A'.

Notes/warning: Hetalia is an anime/manga/webcomic, which is loosely based around world history; where each country is personified by their stereotype. If haven't seen or heard of this series, then I STRONGLY suggest that you check it out first. while it shouldn't keep you from enjoy this fanfic, some of the references won't be understood without having seen the series prior. this is a FanFiction, and is intended for the Fans of Hetalia.

in this story I use the countries Human names. Not all of them are official, but I tried to keep to the most popular ones. for the hetalia fans who haven't learned the countries Human names yet here is a list of the countries and their names:

N. Italy Veneziano - Feliciano Vargas

S. Italy Romano - Lovino Vargas

Spain - Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

Germany - Ludwig Beilschmidt

Prussia - Gilbert Beilschmidt

Hungary - Elizaveta Hedervary

Austria - Roderich Edelstein

Latvia - Ravis Galante

Lithuania - Toris Lorinaitis

Estonia - Edward Von Bock

Russia - Ivan Braginski

Belarus - Natalia Braginski

Ukraine - Katyusha Braginski

Taiwan - Mei

Hong Kong - Kaoru

China - Yao Wang

Japan - Kiku Honda

Greece - Heracles Karpusi

Turkey - Sadiq Annon

Switzerland - Vash Zwingli

Liechtenstein - Lilli Zwingli

England - Arthur Kirkland

America - Alfred f. Jones

Canada - Matthew Williams

France - Francis Bonnefoy

"What the," The man with short blond hair and bushy eyebrows that sort of resembled caterpillars said; being the first to wake up, "Where the bloody hell am I?!" he picked up his head from the table where he'd apparently passed out.

Next to him, also with slightly darker blonde hair, a cowlick and glasses threw his pillow at him," Shut up Bitch I'm sleeping!" He yelled uncomfortably on the table where he lay.

The other stared at him blankly, "Do I know you?" he asked earnestly.

"Well of course I'm..." He paused , and sat up for real now, "SHHIIIIIITTTTTT! WHO AM I?! WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" He yelled starting to panic.

At this point the others had begun to start waking up as well. That=ks to the Obnoxious yelling guy with blonde hair.

"I-I don't know either," The caterpillar brows whispered introspectively. He said it mostly to himself. No one could really hear him anyways over the roar of yelling voices.

It was gradual as voices added one after another. One of them took exceptionally long to wake up and slept through people yelling right next to his ear. It wasn't until someone had bumped into him, knocking him off the table, that he woke up. He instantly started fighting with the person in the mask and turban. Although they weren't the first to break into a fight. there was fighting everywhere although most of it was yelling, not actual fist-fighting. None of them could remember anything prior to waking up, and it was very frightening for most of them. They blamed one another for the seemingly random amnesia. They had no one else to blame. They didn't even know who they were, so there was no way for them to pin this on someone they knew.

The yelling and arguing went on for another twelve minutes or so until someone managed to regain some control. Amongst all the yelling, a boy with red hair and a curl to the right of his face noticed something. "Ve~ Hey guys! there's a paper on the table here!" He yelled, but the room was so loud that no one heard him.

Another boy did though. He was about six foot something and he was built. He passed a hand on the smaller boy's shoulder, causing him to flinch from fear, "Don't vorry I'll get zeir attention. Just leave it to me," He said in a deep gruff voice.

"Everyone listen up!" He yelled in a deep firm voice capturing their attention, "We've found a note. It zeems to have zome zort of explanation for vhat iz going on, " He spoke in a thick accent. although they all had some sort of thick accent.

They all gathered around waiting to hear what the note said. Caterpillar brows picked it up and read it aloud, "'Good Morning to you all. By now you're all probably terribly confused. Wondering who you are and why you're here?'" The room was actually silent as caterpillar brows read on, "It seems we've all received temporary names until our memories are returned, if everyone would return to the seats they woke up in?" He asked them reading the chart that He'd been given to name them.

Caterpillar brows made it around to the break in the semi circle of seats where he could line up the seating chart. He started on the left. the first seat belonged to the red haired boy with right curl. He had blue coat on with four pockets, and a black tie. His name was Feliciano Vargas.

Next to him although rather unhappy about it was a similar boy with darker hair and a curl to the left of his face. His outfit was the same except that his was tan instead of blue. His name was Lovino Vargas.

"Ve~ we have the same name!?" Feliciano cheered, "That must mean we're brothers!"

"It. Means. Nothing!" Lovino argued.

Caterpillar brows continued as they argued it further. Lovino ended up giving in and just didn't say a word.

Next to Lovino was a guy with short brown hair and green eyes. He had somehow manifested a tomato and was eating it ravenously. He wore heavily armored outfit that despite the excessive metal was full of color. His name was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.

Next to him was the girly boy of the room. He had long blonde hair, blue eyes and stubble for a beard. he wore a stylish blue shirt with red pantaloons and an elbow length cloak. His name was Francis Bonnefoy. Caterpillar brows already didn't like him. The two of them had already fought. The note gave him a quick escape from dealing with him.

Next to him was the seat that belonged to Caterpillar introduced him with a little surprise, "And it seems I'm Arthur Kirkland," He secretly complemented himself on getting such a great name.

Sitting next to him was the obnoxious guy with glasses from earlier. He wore a long blue coat with two sashes to help carry his musket. The outfit had many layers to it as well as heavy knee length boots. His name was Alfred Jones.

"Alright! Check out my awesome Hero name!" He stood up gloating about his name.

The seat next to Alfred was vacant, which confused Arthur. According to the chart someone should be sitting there.

"I don't get it there should be someone in that seat!" Arthur complained.

After numerous head counts and much questioning Francis finally managed to point him out. "He is right zeir," Francis pointed the ghostly figure sitting in the chair.

"Holy Fuck! Oh My God It's a ghost! That's not cool! Someone tell me It's gotta be a trick of the light!" Alfred screamed panicking as he scooted away from him.

"I'm not a ghost," The figure complained coming more into focus. He had shoulder length blonde hair, light blue eyes, glasses, and a single spiraling curl that went to the left of his face. His outfit was actually fairly similar to Lovino's It was a slightly lighter tan and had white fluff around the collar. That and a brown sash that he wore for no apparent reason.

Francis was brave and reached out and poked him. the figure sighed in annoyance. "He is solid. So I'd say not a ghost," Francis confirmed.

"I just said that."

"Really? But it might be a trick. Ghost do that you know. Are you sure he's not a ghost?" Alfred asked still wary of the mostly invisible person in the room. Although He'd become increasingly noticeable as they continued to talk about him.

"We're sure Alfred. now quiet down already!" Arthur complained. He looked to the ghostly figure, " Well It seems your named Matthew Williams."

He quickly moved onto the next person tired of dealing with Alfred. Sitting beside Matthew was a devoted young girl with light blonde hair with a blue bow. She had dark blue eyes and wore a blue and white dress. Her name was Natalia Bravinski.

She turned to the tall guy it the long white coat and scarf next to her. He had white- or very light blonde hair, and had violet eyes. He had a very childish face but given his size it was almost scary. "Now that you know my name you will marry me da?" she asked leaning in.

He tried to hide his fear by smiling but you could still see the sweat dripping down his forehead, "Nit. I don't think so."

Arthur interrupted trying to get through this - very long - naming process. He'd already read some of the additional instructions on the note, and he didn't like what it said.

"Your name is Ivan Bavinski.," he said trying to speed things up.

"Bravinski? Maybe we are already married then. Da?"

"I don't think so," Arthur said looking at the list. When he looked up he met eyes with the terrifying fury of Natalia. He wondered if he might drop dead in the next minute.

He turned quickly to the girl sitting on Ivan's other side. She also had light blonde/silver hair. although it definitely wasn't that way from age; she couldn't be older than twenty three. she wore blue overalls with a white shirt, and she had a yellow headband on, as well as several hairpins, even though her hair was cropped very short. Most noticeably she had a very large chest size, " It says here, that your, Katyusha Bravinski. I'm assuming you're both sisters."

"you thought wrong!" Natalia practically screamed," We are married, and She is his sister!"

"well... I guess that's possible," He said not wanting to face her wrath again.

Next to Kutyshya was a short kid who was shaking terribly. it wasn't that cold in here so he suspected the kid must have already had a run in with Ivan. He had short tousled sandy blonde hair, and blue eyes. He wore much the same outfit as the others in the room, except his was red with a raised collar. It also had golden ampulets. The kid's name was Raivis Galante, and despite his strong sounding name, he was anything but.

Beside him was a taller guy with glasses and shorter blonde hair. He wasn't trembling as much as the two next to him were, but it seemed he was just attempting to suppress it. His outfit was the same as the others with a white undershirt and a black tie. but his outfit was Teal colored. His Name was Edward Von Bock.

The other shivering person next to him had brown hair cut just above his shoulders and was slightly taller than Ravis. He had emerald eyes that matched His outfit which was the same as Edward's except Emerald. His name was Toris Lorinaitis.

The person next to him was the one with intimidating stature from earlier. He had his short blonde hair slicked back, light blue eyes, and he wore an expression that seemed ready for war. His outfit was the same style as Feliciano's but it was green, and around his neck he also wore a short black and white cross. His name was Ludwig Beilschmidt.

Next to him was a true albino, complete with red eyes, with an obnoxious and boisterous voice. A little yellow bird sat on top of his head. He wore an entirely with outfit except for his black boots, and the cross in the middle of his shirt that matched Ludwig's. He had the same pendant as a clasp to keep up his cape. His name was Gilbert Beilschmidt.

Beside him sat a beautiful girl in an elaborate dress. It was orange and black with an apron in the front. She had long brown hair with orange flowers and light green eyes. Although she tried to fake a smile, her hand twitched for the frying pan she had hidden under the table everytime Gilbert said something. Her name was Elizaveta Hedervary.

Next up was a man of noble class. he had short styled brown hair with a mariazelle, and he had dark purplish eyes. He wore a white and blue outfit, which was accented with fine details. His name was Roderich Edelstein.

Beside him was a slightly younger guy with short blonde hair and green eyes. his hair shaped around his face going as long as his chin. He wore a similar outfit in length to Feliciano of Ludwig, but his was an emerald green had no pockets, and many buttons along the front. The glimmer of a pistol came from side. His name was Vash Zwingli.

Sitting quietly next to him while swinging her feet was Lili Zwingli. her hair was a similar length although slightly longer and a darker blonde. She had blue eyes and looked about twelve. A blue ribbon was attached to one side of her hair, and she wore a beautiful long pink dress.

Next to her was the guy who had been sleeping late earlier. He was asleep again on the table. He had brown hair with a double curl, and wore a plain white T- shirt, and loose brown pants. His name was Heracles Karpusi.

Two chairs down from him Sadiq Annon started yelling at him. His red and gold turban left a white cloth to cloak his hair leaving only his face to show, and even that was covered mostly by a white mask.

In between them was a short black haired man. He had faint brown eyes that seemed to gaze at his surroundings rather than just see them. He wore a men's Kimono with looser pants. It was mainly a faint blue color, but It was also covered by a dark tan/ brown jacket. He tried breaking up the fight that was practically over top of him, but his soft spoken nature made it difficult for him. His name was Kiku Honda.

Next to Sadiq was a slightly annoyed boy with dark brown hair in a ponytail. He wore a red and gold dress length outfit. It was cut at the waist to allow movement, and his black pant legs stuck out. His name was Yao Wang. His golden brown eyes were squinting with frustration as he tried to shove the wrestling huddle off of him. "Aiyaa you two are so immature aru," he scolded them, pushing them to the continue their fight on the floor.

The girl next to Yao laughed quietly watching him get caught in the fight along with kiku. She had long black hair with a flower/ribbon in her very long black hair. She wore a pink and white dress with a touch of gold. Her name was Mei.

Next to her was yet another brown haired boy. Although his hair was short and he had one strip of hair that fell in the center of his face. Although his outfit was red and gold, and also had long sleeves, it was only a shirt length outfit and it didn't stretch out to be a dress length one like Yao's, although He too had black pants. His name was Kaoru. He debated whether he should give Yao and Kiku a hand or just stay out of it. There were already enough casualties in this battle.

The rest of the room worked on breaking up the fight while Arthur read what was left of the notes. He read it again and again. The paper crumpled in his fist. He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. It couldn't be true. His other hand twitched as he lifted his shirt. Which actually took a bit of work considering He was wearing so many layers. His outfit was similar to Alfred's but it was red instead of blue. and He had two sashes for some reason instead of one. His fingertips traced the blunt edge of a disk.

"Bloody hell." He groaned, letting his shirt fall back in place, leaving it a bit untidy, "everyone listen. There's more."

Sadiq and Heracles had been moved to opposite sides of the room. After a moment the room quieted down and the attention was turned toward Arthur who was still standing at the front of the room.

"Is there anymore information about who we are, or why we are here?" Kiku asked, rolling his R's and L's.

Arthur continued reading ignoring Kiku's question. It would soon be answered anyway, "I'll start at the beginning. If you'll look to the map behind me."

He paused and everyone looked to the map in the back that was aglow with bright lights.

"Ve~? What about the map? Go on!" Feliciano exclaimed, Excited to hear some news.

Arthur continued, "We each represent a country on this map. When one of the lights goes out that person has died. Also we all have a small device clipped to our sides," Everyone started looking, pulling at their shirts as caterpillar brows continued hurriedly, "Do not attempt to remove this!"

Half the room jumped pulling their hands away from the disk firmly planted to them.

He read on, "Removing this device will ensure a swift and painful death," The faces of those in the room were of mortification. Feliciano began to weep.

Arthur began to sweat, "These disks contain our memories. None of us of course have our own memories attached to us. We will have to get them from each other," Arthur paused letting it sink into the rest of them.

"Zo Vhat?! We're all gonna die trying to kill each other? screw zat!" Gilbert yelled causing an uproar.

"Hold on a bloody minute!... There's one last thing," He paused wondering if it was really a good idea considering some of the people in this room.

"What is it?" Someone asked.

"It's nothing good." He wondered why he'd even brought it up. It had said nothing to help them. He continued anyway, "It just says 'You can replace your own with someone elses, by slipping it behind yours and removing your own. They all have the names of the country you represent on them. Placing the wrong disk to yourself will do nothing.' The only good thing it mentions is that from our memory we will be able to remember how to leave this place and get back to our former lives," he paused taking it all in again.