Author's Note; Hey sorry long time no type...This is a new type of story for me which has several parts and several fandoms involved but we're going to start with Hetalia. Basically using the old from our type of demension and falls into their favorite or a known fandom, but with a factor that explains how. Anyhow to the story!

"For grape sodas sake Amber! I said I didn't want any so just accept it!" I shouted at the now very dejected looking dishwater blonde. She seemed to be almost desperate to get me to accept the odd cake like pastry. The main reason I wasn't accepting it was that the last time I DID accept one of her 'experiments' I wound up with strange men walking up to me and flirting non stop, and that's not even mentioning the horrible hallucinations for the first half hour after ingestion. Let me simplify this Amber messes with some seriously freaky decky snicker doodles. I'm not talking baking edible sparkles into rainbow cake, she plays with magick and chemicals that I don't even want to try to pronounce.

"Come on I know I got it right this time~!" She whined back at me as she waved the innocuous little cookie at me. Allow me to elaborate; MY HOUSEMATE IS PSYCHOTIC. Granted it couldn't be any bigger than an american half dollar but who knew what kinds of magick and chemical concoctions she had manufactured in that one bite sized green pastry.

"I sai' no, I mean no, and you nee' to understan' dat no means no Amberr!" I shouted as I stormed out of the kitchen into the living-room and turned down the hall leading to the library. My hush-puppies* clicking softly on the hard wood floors as I did my version of stomping. Which if I'm being honest is more like a regular American walking. I opened the door to the library and continued to 'stomp' (Walk) into the room. Inside sat another one of our many housemates, who simply looked up at me with her wide blue-ish green eyes before returning to the comic book on the table in front of her.

"I tried one and they're not bad, you should really give it a shot Vanessa." She stated not even glancing up from the comic again. 'She would say that being that she is immune to whatever Amber concocts in the kitchen. Which reminds me, we have a rule forbidding her to even use the oven so how did she manage to make those things in the first place? You know what I'm not even going to ask...' I sighed running a hand over my face in exasperation. 'Why did I think opening a house for cosplayers was a good idea again? Oh right because my friends said that it was better than trying to get by on our own.'

"Annie you are immune to whatever may or may not be in her experimental baking." I stated looking at her with a dead pan expression. She shrugged drinking in the words and pictures on the pages in her Spiderman comic. Giving out a sound half between a groan and a whine I walked over to the bookshelf to attempt to find a good read. A frown firmly on my features as I ran a hand along the spines of the books. 'Don't you dare feel even a little guilty about rejecting those things. Granted I could have been a little nicer about it, but still that one minuscule creation could kill me! However I shouldn't have lost my cool like that... Maybe one little nibble wouldn't hurt. You know what I'll try one just to make it up to her!' Thus I returned to the kitchen to find the tray of green cookie like things with a note attached to them.

"Hey Nessie I know you'll eventually give in and try one so I left them in here for you. Signed Amber Milahska~" As I reread the note one more time the small frown turned into a scowl. I could feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks that was most likely from embarrassment but she didn't need to know that.

"Don' be s' cocky Amberr!" I shouted out into the kitchen before picking up one of the cookie like objects. I sniffed it experimentally so as to try to see what was in it, but all I could discern was a lot of green apple. I ever so slowly took a nibble, it tasted like a buttery sugar cookie, so I popped it in my mouth and chewed carefully. So far no harm, but that did not mean that there was no foul.

I swallowed it down and went to get a glass of something to drink. Opening the fridge was always interesting considering all the different tastes in our house. Pulling open the old fashioned pastel green fridge I looked in. Inside there was; a twenty-four pack of coke, a pitcher of sweet tea, some milk which included chocolate/strawberry/skim/two-percent/whole, there was some strawberry mint lemonade, a quart of fresh orange juice, but none of what I wanted. Sighing I closed it again and went to the parlor.

"Evenin' gorgous you clearly came to see the fabulous moi correct?" Asked the only male resident here. He looked out at me from under shaggy, purple frosted, blonde bangs. His dark brown eyes curious as he looked at me. I apparently didn't look to good because he lept up from lounging on the pied floral couch and decided to check me for injury. Seeing no physical injury he led me over to the cushioned couch, pushing my side bangs out of my eyes.

"Sugar pie what is wrong with you? Usually you have a snappy comeback when I say somethin' that stupid. Where's my I do believe that it was Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly, you dummy? " He inquired as he sat me down on the cheap old sofa. He even did an impression of my voice. I didn't answer just sat there open and closing my mouth stupidly. He leaned forward to look me straight in the eyes.

"You felt sorry for rejectin' her and ate another one of her death treats didn't you?" He asked as he noticed something in my eyes. Because he started touching my forehead and cheeks like he was checking for a fever it must have been something pretty bad. I'm not sure what but it must have worried him even more. I hadn't noticed I started swaying until he pushed me to lay down on the lumpy but comfy old furniture. The old sofa smelled like dust, sugar, and flowers. I noticed this as I breathed with my head on the arm rest.

"Hey Thomas wha' happen' ta my tea I could ha'e sworn dere was some sill in de fridge." I some how managed to slur at him as I lay there probably looking pitiful. He looked even more worried as he sat down on the edge of the couch and took my pulse. If he had asked I could have told him myself it was erratic.

"Stay here and I'll be right back in a few minutes...Most likely talkin' to poison control again." He stated as he took off his jacket, threw it over me, adjusted his hounds-tooth scarf and walked into the kitchen with the landline. Me? I decided like a genius to get up and put a movie in to watch and wound up falling directly into the glass top coffee table. Only issue was instead of impacting it I fell through it and kept falling as if I never hit any thing. Passing out as an odd shimmery feeling spread through me. It was sort of like flashing into being made of glass then back. I came to a few seconds later in an odd root filled tunnel.

"I'm done with it, with them, with everything. They never even thought about how it made me feel, to be called all that. God I'm so bloody pathetic." A voice called through the abyss as I fell. 'I know that voice, but why does my chest hurt... Probably that bogus food Amber gave me. Yeah that's all it is, Amber's bad cooking.' 'That sounded weak even to me.' I'd been falling for a while now so the odd things that were scattered about the tunnel I was falling through didn't scare of startle me anymore just the occasional giggle.

As I fell I saw different things, a half buried guillotine, a scorched and moth eaten bow tie, an eye-patch dangling off a root. The thing that got my attention however was a tea set that seemed to be falling with me, never passing but never lagging either. I hadn't been drinking tea when I had fallen through the coffee table, but stranger things than this occurred in the dreams of the unconscious right?

My thought's swirled past in a pretty calligraphy as a raging thirst ambushed my throat. At least I thought they were thought's for all I knew I could have been actually saying all these things. See my entire body was numb, even the tips of my hair, it was weird to be hyper aware of your body but not be able to feel any of it. The only sensation I was aware of was that burning, painful thirst that clawed it's way down my throat. 'Perfect now I sound like an angst ridden vampire in a teenage romance novel.' My thoughts rambled again.

This was the point at which the thirst became too much. I reached out and grabbed the tea cup from the tray and took a gulp. It didn't taste like tea. It tasted like citrus juice and honey. Not unpleasant but not entirely pleasant either though. The thirst dissipated as the tea tray and tea cup flew up behind me. The tunnel transformed from a root and memorabilia filled burrow to a science fiction type of worm hole tunnel.

"Those dudes say I'm stupid, loud, immature, that I will never understand the burden of raising another country but would they still say that if they met the states?" Another familiar voice stated into my surroundings. I could feel the air around me rumbling with the sound waves as they bounced by. More voices came each just as sad and each causing the ache in my chest to grow. Not all of them were English either, in fact most were in different languages that I only knew bits of.

"Why can't someone just SEE me?!" One last voice echoed in my ears before a blinding light flashed my retinas. Then nothing but blackness engulfed me with a heat so intense I felt like I was burning up followed by cold and finally a stinging as if I was being pulled apart into a billion tiny cells. The almost burning pulling and shredding continued as I screamed, I don't know if it was vocal or thought but I screamed. I screamed for all I was worth.

Then it all stopped as I stopped falling rather abruptly crashing into a hard surface, painfully. The air that had inhabited my lungs was nonexistent at this time so I tried to inhale as my eyes opened. It didn't work out like that though as I wound up sputtering and hacking. After I finished up my coughing fit I just lay there for a few seconds floating between awake and unconscious, my eyelids fluttering strangely.

"Ow." Was my astounding revelation at the feelings coursing through my form. My chest still hurt, it felt like it was being stabbed by thousands of tiny needles. I couldn't even summon the strength to lift my index finger. My breathing sounded incredibly weak as it bounced around in my own ears. You know that awkward feeling when there's a room full of people but nobody is talking? Yeah I got that right then.

"HOLY CRAPOLLA, IGGY! THERE'S A CHICK!" A loud voice boomed through the air. It was one of the men that had spoken in that tunnel. I immediately felt compassion and pity for the owner of that voice, I didn't know why but I did. I just lay there allowing my eyes to adjust to the lights.

"Yes, I can see that you idiotic twat!" Came the very first voice from the tunnel. A sharp ache appeared in my throat as something wet rolled down my cheek. I pulled myself up into a sitting position despite my body's complaints about moving. The room suddenly grew very quiet as it rolled into focus. Reaching up with a shaking hand I touched my cheek. A strange white sparkle filled gel like substance came away.

"Oh bella, please don't-a cry." Came another one of the many voices. This one sounded Italian. Raising my gaze from the odd tears I saw an auburn haired man in an Italian uniform and a curl sticking out. I knew him from somewhere but I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out from where.

"I-I didn't m-mean to. I, I d-do apologize." I managed to stutter out looking around the room before returning my gaze to the floor in front of me. The tears continued to flow down my cheeks despite my attempts at controlling them. After a few seconds of silence a chair screamed as it was shoved back harshly. A steady click-clack of someone walking over was near deafening in the quiet room.

"I swear! I taught at least some of you how to be a gentleman!" The British voice shouted through the room. I flinched unconsciously at it as my hand fell back to it's sister in my lap. A pair of oxford dress shoes stopped in front of me directly in my line of vision. I allowed my gaze to rise to look at the owner of said shoes, but as I looked up he squatted down to meet me on my level. A gesture I knew very well was used to keep domestic violence victims from being overwhelmed.

"It's alright love, they mean well but don't always get it across the right way." The man reassured me as he held out a light blue handkerchief. He didn't try to force me to take it by touching me in any way but simply held it out. I nodded softly and took it, allowing myself to scan him in the process. Not really checking him out but curiously looking him over. I wiped my eyes and cheeks as poised as I could manage. I gave an embarrassed smile up at him and he gave me a soft smile in return as I looked at him. He was in a green uniform, had bright verdant eyes, and shaggy blond hair. He stood back up and looked down at me.

"May I help you up poppet?" He asked with that same soft smile on and holding out a hand. I nodded again reaching out to take his hand. His black gloved hand wrapped around my smaller one and pulled me up with surprising strength. This surprise caused me to stumble and brace myself against his chest, and once realizing it, pulling back as if I had been burnt. He looked so gentle that his strength threw me for a minute. I took a few seconds to stop swaying, and embarrassingly enough he stood there and tried to steady me. He helped me over to a chair that was interestingly enough already occupied.

"Why don't you sit down love?" The blonde man asked gesturing to the chair that had another, quietly panicking, blonde in it. He seemed sincerely confused by the fact that I didn't sit down. I just stood there for a minute waiting for my brain to process what had just happened. While standing there I looked at the chairs occupant. There sat a blonde man with wide violet eyes behind half framed wire framed glasses in a cream colored uniform and a small polar bear in his lap. A single curl stuck out in front of his face. It reminded me of a line in an anime. One that I couldn't recall, just that one line from it. It felt incredibly awkward to remember only bits and pieces. For instance I couldn't even remember what I looked like, my age, or even my cup size, but I could remember my name was Vanessa Lizbet Muse.

"Because there's already someone in it...And are you aware that your hair, it has un vonderkink." I stated softly looking at the clearly shocked man sitting in the chair. I couldn't see it but everyone else apparently raised an eyebrow at this. Giggling softly I turned back to the British man holding my arm. A fairly dopey smile coating my face as I decided to get out of these nice people's way. 'I mean honestly why continue to bother the nice men, or maybe not so nice men, but they are nice I don't know how I know but I know, and why does he keep holding my arm?' My thoughts rambled onward, doing their impression of Onward Sparky.

"You don't need to worry about me sir I just need to-t-to, sorry but can you go back to being one person again?" I asked as I looked up and saw three blonde British men standing there holding my arm to steady me. A few blackish spots started appearing in my vision as the ground began to sway. The last thing I heard from the general room were several worried gasps, and one loud exclamation of 'OH FUCK'.

"Nessie I know this isn't gonna be pleasant hon- Oh shit! Amber! We got a code Magenta!" Thomas shouted as he ran down the hall looking for the dishwater blonde housemate. Instead he came across a library full of plotting female housemates.

"Hey Dumplins we've got a code magenta Vanessa is gone." He stated casually as he barged into the room. His arms spread wide, face red, plastic rectangular glasses askew, and about to fall over with his chest a few inches from the floor, he made a very odd picture. The image might have been comical if not for the message he bore. Amber stood up abruptly from her station in a rocking chair with a book on the dark arts. Thomas didn't pull himself up from his position, despite it's obvious uncomfortableness.

"What do you mean gone Thomas? We know she doesn't have anything to do today." Amber replied sounding ridiculously cheery as she closed her book, the cover of which he noticed glancing at the snap sound stated 'Transdeminsional Teleportation and Translation'. He was not going to stop to give that too much thought.

"I mean she went back, tried that cookie thing, came across me in the living room, I left her to call poison control, and came back to an empty couch and my jacket sprawled across the coffee table like a table cloth." He stated his hair fluttering as he shook his head dismayed. He still refused to pull himself up.

"Is it possible she walked out for some fresh air~?" Amber asked hopefully as she cocked her head worriedly, a finger rising to tap a puffed out cheek. Thomas shook his head sadly with the way she was doing she wouldn't have made it to the doorway of the tea room across the hall from the parlor much less the door to the yard. He began to rise from the awkward station he was in, pulling his right leg up into a kneel and standing.

"Well there's only one thing for it then, we're just going to have to go get her. First we have to figure out where she is so Annie, Jessica, and Rebecca please go to the spells room and get to work on the locator spell that ought to let us know where she is then I can get something together to get to where ever she wound up. Who knows what kind of trouble that ginger could get into." The girl stated strangely serious for once as she opened up her book again, located what she wanted, book marked it, then closed the book and headed toward the kitchen.

"Dudes what do we do about the chick that just kinda totally fainted into that dudes arms?" America asked pointing at Canada and consequently the ginger girl passed out in his arms and held in his lap. Canada was looking at the red headed girl whose hand was clenched in his uniform. His hand moved to hold her head of rambunctious curls out her angelic face, which a moment ago was completely straight, not even a flicker of emotion, but was now sweetly happy. He worried briefly if she would stay this serious, sure she wasn't in the future she was actually happy, bubbly, and just a touch sassy, but time could be rewritten, it was always in flux with her if he remembered her explanation correctly.

"The chick has a name America as you are well aware. How many times has she taken care of you and your friends when you're hung over? Call her by her name you idiot!" England yelled at America angrily. America scowled back at the English man with a heavy dose of malice.

"Unless it's escaped your notice she isn't our Nessie yet you British ass-hat!" America roared back at the highly irritated Brit, who began trying to strangle him. France was in the distance goading them both on. So was over half of the conference hall, in fact Germany was the only one still paying attention to quiet Canadian and passed out ginger anymore.

"W-well you could always t-take her to the infirmary..." Canada advised quietly from his place holding the small, minuscule, ginger, who seemed to tighten her fist in his over-shirt. Germany nodded calmly and walked over to take the tiny girl who seemed to sense the encroaching German as her features scrunched. He reached to take her from the pink Canadian, but she curled up tighter. Canada went to just hand her to Germany but something stopped the entire rooms movements abruptly.

"Non, mon frere**" She mumbled curling her other hand in Canada's shirt. Thus reducing him to a stuttering mess of overprotective brother, shocked but brotherly. Everyone was too stunned to react, except France and America coincidentally.

"I recognize that word..." America rambled quietly as if trying to remember how to do a math problem from last years end of the year homework. France scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

"But how can she be your sister? The petite fille has never met us in our dimension before, at least I think she hasn't." France mumbled, looking at this little wisp of a ginger, while Canada readjusted his hold on her as she started slipping off his lap. She released her hold on his shirt and wrapped both hands around herself.

"Fretello, te voglio carmelle...***" She grumbled in her sleep trying to roll over. Canada almost loosing his grip freaked out a little bit. She seemed rather displeased with this turn of events and squirmed a bit while pouting.

"M-maple h-hockey!" He whisper shouted as he readjusted rapidly. she calmed down a bit then and Canada sighed a breath of relief.

"Ya know she's kinda cute when she's sleepin'." America stated looking down at the, now dozing red headed girl, and drawing closer to move one of the stray curls away from her face. She mumbled something incoherent then lunged forward to latch onto his arm.

"Can'y!" Was her sleepy war cry as her teeth made contact with his bomber jacket's sleeve. America however was flipping shit, yelling about how it pinched. Canada was worried and containing a strong urge to laugh his ass off. England was not having this issue as he was laughing his ass off. France was worriedly trying to pry the piranha girl off of America. Russia was just smiling. Italy didn't seem to notice anything was wrong with the scenario. Japan was giving off a strong poker face at the entire scene, and Germany sweat dropped bringing his hand up to rub at his forehead. China however was just grumbling about silly western countries being so immature. When they finally pried her off the freaking American she looked to be still half asleep and was mumbling incoherently about candy, Prussia, and something called a Sir Taps Alot

Authors Note; Yay translations and explanations time * Hush-Puppies is a slang term used for wing tipped shoes. ** French; no, my brother. *** Italian; Brother, I want candy.