Author's Note: I now have a beta! Thank you Swirly592!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of the charaters, or Sofia and Jess. I just own the plot and Crystal, sadly.

Chapter 2

"Ok we're dreaming, this isn't possible!" Sofia states in disbelief.

"Unng… what happened?" a blue eyed, wheat haired man with a funny piece of hair that seemed to defy gravity. This seems to wake everyone else up, as that they all sit-up and look around.

"Are you guys O.K.?" Jess asks bringing the attention back to the three girls standing, looking around dumbfounded and worried.

"Vho are you?" asked a tall blond haired man, with a thick German accent.

"Well I'm Jess," She replied, "and this is Sofia and that one is Crystal." she points to each of them respectively.

"Where the bloody hell are we?" a short, blond, green eyed man asked in a gruff British accent.

"In the woods of course!" Crystal replies in a sarcastically.

"He meant the city, Crystal." Sofia corrects.

"I was being sarcastic," Crystal rolls her eyes and gets herself back on track. "You're in Kent."

"Kent what?" he inquired, his British accent still as gruff as when he woke up.

"Ummmmm…Kent Ohio.?" He could hear her statement become a question.

"Veee, where is OH-E-OH?" a short brown haired man asked. The weird curl perched on the side of his head bobs as he speaks you could see the spacious look in his eyes.

"It's OH-I-O," Jess corrects, "and you guys aren't seriously aren't from around here, are you?

"Veee how did you know?" the brown haired man seemed enamored by the Jess's deduction.

"It was a rhetorical question, and it's pretty obvious that if you don't even know the state." Crystal says matter-o-factly.

"That is beside the point, and there is a more important question to be asked. How in the world did you get all the way out here?"

"Umm…ve don't know." answered the blond German.

"Ok then, who are you?" Crystal asked, though she was pretty sure she knew the answer.

"Vell…umm this is going to be hard for you to understand, but I am Ludwig Beilschmidt." the look he has on his face says, "I'm hiding something."

Now the girls are at a huge impasse; do they tell them about Hetalia and that they know them or not? Well for Jess the answer is clear, TELL THEM! That is just what she does.

"COOL! You guys are real!" she squeals in a very fangirls style. Earning her varying degreases of surprise and some are looking at her as if she was insane.

"Real? Of course we are real! We are standing right in front of you, are we not?" The gruff Englishman was becoming more and more impatient, irritated, and annoyed.

"I know that!" she rolls her eyes with that statement. "I meant you guys are in the real world not just an anime or manga!" and now no one knows what to say.

Crystal starts to clarify with a sigh, "They don't know what you're talking about, Jess."

"They don't know about Hetalia?" she seems puzzled with this information.

"Isn't it kind of obvious, now and logical?" questions Sofia.

"Now that I think about it, it does!" Jess exclaims, and causing her friends to facepalm.

"We have our very own America, don't we?" Crystal remarks.

"Why, yes we do." Sofia remarks.

"Vee~ what is Het-al-e-a?" Italian snaps them out of their musing, by once again butchering the name of something.

"Hetalia is an anime and manga series, and it's all about you guys! You're Germany, Italy, and Japan, and you form the Axis Powers." Crystal says pointing to the blond German, the short black haired quiet Asian man, and the the Italian with the contagiously happy attitude each in turn. Then she turns to the other guys, "And you are England, America, France, Russia and China; making up the Allied Powers." She then points to the gruff English man, the blond blued-eyed air-headed man, the flirtatious French-man, the intimidating tall man, and the brown-haired Asian, as well. The looks on the men's faces were different levels of disbelief.

"Come on let's get out of here, and we'll show you." Crystal suggests. They seem unsure whether to go with them or not. "Come on, what could three girls do to the big strong nation of the world?" she adds; all three girls are trying not to laugh.

Seeming to of stroked enough egos they all stand up and agree to come with the girls.

The trip to the house all the girls house all the girls share was uneventful. Italy asked about pasta, France was hitting on anything that moved, Prussia was being the narcissistic man he is, Hungry threatened him with her frying pan, and most were just trying to look normal, but failing miserably.

When they finally make it to the girls' shared house there is another one standing at the door. She turns to the oncoming group, smiles, and walks over.