AN: I am not multi-lingual so this will be mostly in English.

Never trust an old lady selling you soap, Brittany learns this lesson when she's thrown on the strangest adventure she's ever been a part of, she's thrown into some anime her friend is obsessed with, land masses don't talk damnit!

"Eighteen girl!" Kristie squeaked, I grinned up at my unnaturally hyper friend.

Yup, I'm eighteen today and as an Australian I am officially the legal drinking age which is amazing! I flicked my hair away from my face and turned to look at my giant cookie cake, best birthday cake ever! It was a giant cookie!

"Britty baby, get your friends over here and we can get the cake out of the way! Blow out your candles, make a wish, kiss the nearest boy and then we can get to opening the pressies!" My mum, a short, chocolate haired, olive skinned woman with dark eyes and a pregnant belly trotted over. She was very cheerful my mum, she had a sunny disposition and I took after her quite a lot.

Like her I was a bit vertically challenged, though my skin was lighter than hers it still had that olive tone to it, my hair was dyed black and white which mum had said no to for ages but being a teenager I got it done anyway, I got a pretty severe grounding for that stunt but mum hasn't kicked up a fuss about it since.

My Nonno (Grandfather) followed behind with a cheerful smile dominating his face, proud to see his granddaughter turning eighteen and my friends surrounded the table excitedly, a few of them were swaying a bit and I really hoped they didn't puke up their liquor while we performed the rather childish tradition of singing 'happy birthday' and blowing out the candles.

"Happy birthday to you,"

Everyone began and I stood there smiling like a dork unsure of what to do while they sang to me, I never could work out where you're supposed to look when people sing happy birthday to you, it's kind of awkward.

"Hip, hip, Hooray!"

I leaned down and blew out my candles, wishing for the next season of 'Soul eater,' because what else does an eighteen year old wish for? Who wants a car when you can have your favourite anime?

So then we got to the presents and guess who got her wish granted! First time the stupid candles have ever worked for me actually, my birthday wishes still owe me about ten ponies! I looked up at Kristie, the friend who had gotten me the final season of soul eater, and smiled, she was a bit of a dork that girl but a sweeter friend you'd never find.

She bent down and winked,

"I knew I'd get you the best present." She boasted, I laughed and shook my head,

"It's a good anime."

"It's the only one you like, you should give Hetalia a go." She pouted, I rolled my eyes, she had been trying to get me into that ever since she became obsessed with it!

"I told you, land masses don't just dislogde themselves from the earth and walk around." I told her, she rolled her eyes,

"They're personifications silly! Besides you're Italian, you should be interested in your personification!" She poked my nose and I jerked my head back, I hated being touched on the face.

"I was born in Australia, I am Australian, besides you told me he's a pussy anyway."

She laughed and moved back so I could continue opening the presents I received and I have to admit this year had some pretty good pickings! Mum had sent in my Ipod to get fixed (because clumsy me dropped it and cracked the screen) and she rapped it up again along with new headphones and a panda Ipod cover.

My friend Jake got me a new jacket, it had hidden pockets on the inside and a hood and I put it on immediately shoving my Ipod in the pocket. I got several movies, I got a poster, I got a lazer pointer (this would be useful if I got into Uni) and finally my friend Mark thought it would be hilarious to give me an Edward Cullen mask, and being the hilarious idiot he was he decided to wear it for the rest of the night.

It was a good night, after that we got back to drinking and swimming in the canvas above ground pool mum had set up (we couldn't afford an in ground pool) and some pretty marvelous stunts were pulled, the kind of things you wouldn't even dream of doing sober but when you're drunk EVERYTHING is a good idea.

I couldn't remember falling asleep but I woke up on the couch, drool sliding out of the corner of my mouth...ew. I wiped up the drool and got up heading towards the shower, I smelled of Alchohol and...why do I smell bubblegum? Oh god I don't even want to know.

When I reach the shower it turns out...we're out of soap, I make a grumbling noise and shower anyway, using shampoo as soap and wasting half of the bottle by doing so, I get out of the shower and put on some Jean shorts and a tank, Queensland has some pretty humid weather after all.

It would be a good idea NOT to wear any form of jacket but I go against my better judgement, absolutely loving my new birthday Jacket and out it on, hooking my headphones into my ears and after scribbling a quick note I head out of the door and down the street.

There's a herbal shop nearbye, I'm sure they'd have some kind of soap, otherwise I will have to take a bus or borrow mum's car and drive to the supermarket, which would kind of suck.

I arrive at the herbal shop and enter, there's a faint jingle from somewhere within the store and I frown, nobody seems to be here but the sign out front clearly said 'open' I sigh and move around, looking for some kind of soap.

"Can I help you m'dear?"

I jump and turn around to be met with a hunchbacked old lady, grinning at me with a hook nose and crooked teeth.

"Uh...yeah do you have soap?"

"Of course." She mumbles and begins shuffling behind the counter, I follow her and wait as she bends down and pulls up a dark brown box,

"This is a very nice smelling herbal soap, it's good for relaxing the muscles and it's very cheap, would you like some?"

Er...I honestly didn't care about the good for muscles crap but the 'cheap' caught my attention immediately, I nodded, noticing the woman spoke with an odd lisp but I decided to ignore it, who am I to judge somebody who talks with a lisp?

I grab the soap and she given me a strangely wicked grin,

"Enjoy." She sings and I leave the shop utterly confused, THIS is something I'm definately going to be mentioning to everyone at home what a creepy chick! I open the brown box and pull out the purplish soap, I bring it to my nose and sniff it.

Suddenly a wave of dizziness overcomes and and I move the soap away,

"Woah!" I stumble and catch myself before I fall onto my ass...the hell? I slowly bring the soap back to my nose, I know intelligent right? I take a long sniff and my senses go wonky again, bad idea, I black out.

...

"She's small yo!"

"How on earth did she come to drop in on the meeting like that aru?"

"Britain is this your doing?"

"What, me! I have nothing to do with this!"

I groaned, and suddenly the voices I had been hearing quieted, my memories flowed quite slowly back into my head in thick, sluggish chunks, I remembered smelling the soap...I passed out didn't I? So those were what these voices were, probably some people trying to see if I was okay, I had to tell them I was fine.

I slowly opened her eyes to be met with freakishly blue ones,

"ACK!"

I skuttled backwards and stared wide eyed at the men in front of me, not only did I not like being touched on the face I didn't like people's faces being that close either! Then I realised, I was in a room...what? Maybe they had taken me here when they saw me passed out...my mum! She would be going nuts, how long was I out! I had a lot of questions so I started with the ever so intelligent phrase,

"Uuuhhhh,"

The men continued to stare at me,

"C-can you tell me where I am?"

"Why you're only in the very capitol of America, washington D.C."

I laughed,

"No really where am I?"

"Washington D.C."

Another of the men repeated, I frowned,

"Are you guys kidnappers or something?" I was scared now...this had to be some kind of joke! I could NOT be in America when I had been in Australia only minutes ago...but I had been passed out, what if it's been days, months, years even! Okay calm down Brit...there's some kind of explanation to this...they're screwing with you that's it! They're just joking.

The men frowned at me, as though they weren't sure I was entirely there,

"No I can assure you we are not kidnappers." A sandy blonde spoke up in a brittish accent, god he needed to wax his eyebrows...

"Then how can I be in America then huh?" I exploded, I wanted answers, what the hell was going on!

"Woah, woah, dude calm down! America's a great place to be!" Another blonde spoke, his accent was undeniably American, I had heard the accent enough in movies and media, he was tall and was wearing a brown jacket, I frowned.

"But I was in Australia like ten minutes ago! Don't tell me they somehow invented teleporters while I was out because that's bullshit!"

The men seemed surprised at my hostility, damn right I was being hostile these creeps were probably kidnappers or something!

"Woah, bella calm down ve? We can find out what's going on and be friends yes?" The Italian accent, well familiar to me because of my Nonno's origin, drew my attention to a friendly looking Italian bloke with a random curl sticking out of the side of his hair.

"Yes please calm down so we can discuss this civally."

I didn't want to be calm, I wanted to yell and scream and punch things, I was so confused and scared and what would mum think? There was no way I could be in America just no way! However I let them lead me over to a chair and I let my knees buckle, holding my head in my hands and trying not to be sick.

"Are you alright mamoiselle?"

I looked up to see a smiling frenchman, he was also blonde...god there's a lot of blondes here aren't there?

"Yeah, thanks." I muttered.

"Alright tell us what happened." I turned to see the Englishman talking again and I sighed,

"I don't know, I went to a store to get some soap, which I'm pretty damned sure wouldn't end up in me magically flying over the ocean to America, and I met this creepy old chick who gave me some soap, I smelled the soap and I reckon it had crack in it or something because I passed out right after and woke up here, what's your side of the story?"

"We were having a meeting and then you just came out of nowhere."

I raised an eyebrow at the Japanese man who had spoken,

"First you tell me I have a magical ability to teleport when I'm unconcious to other countries then you tell me I ALSO have the magical ability to randomly apear in random meetings, who am I, Harry Potter or something?"

I growled.

It took a long time but finally I began to connect the dots...accents, the blonde guy tried to introduce himself let slip 'Ame..." before he quickly corrected himself with Alfred, how close these guys looked to realistic versions of that stupid anime Kristie kept shoving in my face and finally that freaky old chip with the soap...

I didn't believe it at first, but it became far too clear and far too soon too...I was in a freaking anime!

As soon as I come to this realisation I burst into tears...what if I never saw my friends or family ever again? What if I never got home? What kind of life could I ever have here? I don't think I'd have any legal documents or identification or anything...I don't technically EXIST here...I felt a hand awkwardly patting my shoulder and I ignored it.

I sobbed into my hand and my sobs filled the silence that was now present oposed to the previous loud chatter and questions...

"Ah mamouiselle do not cry! Here let old Francis make it all better." I felt arms wrap around me and I freaked out, unless you're a good friend don't touch me! The frenchman however didn't seem to take my violent jerk away from him as any form of hint and hugged me to him anyway...awkardest moment of my life.

"Uh, can you let go please? I'm not a hugger..."

"Ah but everybody loves hugs! It is another form of love and love is very important!"

"Let her go frog, she doesn't want your perverted hands touching her!"

Luckily the frenchman let go but unluckily him and the brit began to fight...I moved over to my chair and let my knees buckle, I sat and cried, I honestly didn't care if people were watching.