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Vash's PoV

Trying to mediate international problems was difficult, but getting lost in my own convention center? I'm never going to live that one down. I crumpled up the pathetic map I had. It had proven itself useless several corridors ago.

"I am NEVER trusting your sense of direction again," mumbled the Prussian next to me.

I saw red. "THEN WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE AND FIND IT YOURSELF?!"

Prussia put his hands in the air as if in self-dense. "Sorry. Why are you so cranky all the time anyway? You're worse than that unawesome aristocrat."

Reminding myself that he wasn't worth the bullets, we wandered in cold silence until we saw two other people: Germany and the stuck-up one himself, Austria. I chose to ignore the latter. "Germany! Are you lost as well?" I asked.

"Ja, I suppose we are."

"This is worse than IKEA…" Prussia complained. "Wait, what's that noise?"

Indeed, I could hear a loud beat coming from behind a door on the left side of the hall in front of us.

"I tuna Puura-Karra und han no was vor

Für dia erscht sendig vo "Pimp my Traktor"

I bin dr liachtblick für d'lokalpatriota

Mina erscht nummara uf dr Rüütli-Wiisa gschoba

Hock vorum stall bisi weg das Brisagos röchla

Bin in minam eschtrich a tonna gras am tröchna

I bin an riisa käs fan und lohn mis fondue köchla

I hola mer all euri süassa SVP töchtera"

Frankly, I was confused. This was a conference building, most certainly not a place for loud rap music about… what?

"What the hell is that noise? It's not German, but it sounds like it…" Austria wondered aloud.

"Swiss-German, and I'm not translating," I answered. He didn't need to know that it was talking about cheese and agriculture, though I do admit that I pride myself in both. I pounded on the door angrily before Prussia just rolled his eyes and tried the doorknob. It clicked and swung open. I pushed the grinning Prussian out of the way and stormed in first to get away from him.

The inside of the room was hardly lit from the hall. Germany was the first in, and he immediately tripped over something, swearing in German as he stumbled.

Austria picked up the tripping hazard and eyed it with obvious disapproval. I was just as confused as he was when I saw Ludwig had tripped over a pair of black heels, complete with little ribbon bows. "You surprise me, Schweiz. I never thought you, of all people, would be into this kind of thing."

"Put those down! You don't know whose they are!" I snapped.

"Why so quick to deny it? They ARE in your closet, after all," Prussia pointed out, for once taking the aristocrat's side.

"Only an idiot would come to that conclusion! And why the HELL would I have a walk-in closet in a conference center?"

Prussia shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, you know the occasional one-night stand…"

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU TAKE ME FOR? FRANCE? I DON'T EVEN THINK WE'RE IN GENEVA ANYMORE!"

Before the idiot albino could retort, luckily for him, Germany cut in. "He's right, bruder." He pointed to a clock on the wall of the walk-in closet. "It's 1:04 here. My watch still says 8:04 Geneva time."

So we were in America, of all the places. "Oh, wonderful. I am actually going insane. Tell you what: I'm going to go back to my own country now, thank you very much."

"Don't' get your panties in a twist, Schweiz, I'm just gonna see what's in here," Gilbert insisted, slowly sliding open a door on the other end of the closet. I hesitantly looked through to the other side. There was a haphazardly made bed close to the door with a white sleeveless girl's shirt and green shorts lain out nicely on top of the olive green bedspread. There was also a simple wooden dresser with a lamp matching the blanket, and, farthest away, a wooden desk with a girl sitting at it. She was Oriental and even shorter than Japan, perhaps 160 centimeters. Next to her were two other figures. One, sitting on an oversized chair next to the desk, looked like Italy Veneziano – no, it had to be him, no one else could possibly be sketching like he was with their eyes closed – and the other was sitting out of sight by the bed, reading a book. Judging by the hair curl, though, it had to be Romano. By the time I had registered that much, Germany had identified at least Veneziano and announced it to the world.

"WHAT THE HELL, FELICIANO?!"

"Ciao, Ludwig!" Feliciano greeted him as if nothing were wrong.

"OH MY GOODNESS! PLEASE DON'T SHOOT!" the girl screamed, having spun around and seen me (apparently I had pulled out my 9mm out of habit). Lovino threw down the book he was reading and started shouting in rapid Italian. The girl hid behind Feliciano, as if he would actually be of help. I carefully stowed my gun. Obviously, she couldn't be much of a threat if she was using Feliciano as a shield.

Ding-dong.

The girl cussed in several languages – I caught Latin, Lithuanian, and something Scandinavian, probably Norwegian – at the ringing of the doorbell. She looked from us to the door in confusion before finally giving up. "Dang it! Romano, you're in charge!" she yelled. Judging from the thump, she leapt over the banister to reach her objective faster. Austria was the first to recover from the confusion of the last minute, crossing his arms defiantly and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"So, let me guess. You two got yourselves lost and ended up here."

"You're the one to talk!" Romano yelled back at him. A staring contest ensued, the atmosphere turning icier by the second. I could hear girlish screams from downstairs, then hurried stomps up steps. The girl had returned, this time with another: a taller blonde with sharp blue eyes and a confident aura. She seemed quite a bit like Germany, actually.

"See? I'm not entirely crazy!" the original girl huffed after a long string of words spoken so fast I couldn't understand them. The blonde just stared at each of us in turn with a piercing, calculating gaze.

Finally, something seemed to snap, and she shook her head slightly and muttered to her friend in an attempt to calm the hyperventilating Asian. I caught the word "cosplay," but that was all. She slowly approached Germany and pinched his uniform as if checking to make sure he was real, then suddenly squealed. "You are either the most magnificent cosplayer ever, or you're –" she looked up into Germany's eyes and blue met blue for seconds that seemed like minutes. " .GOTT!"

I heard someone else stumble up the stairs into the room and nearly pulled out my gun again.

"¿He oído Sofie?" Another girl, a brunette with glasses, poked her head into the room. She looked at the Asian girl, so she didn't see us.

"Enough with the freaking Spanish, Luna!"

"Lo siento – I mean, sorry. Spain's making legit Spanish churros y chocolate downstairs with your sister if you want any."

"Wait, Antonio's here?" Prussia checked.

The girl known as Luna turned hastily and looked us up and down. She slowly nodded, looking slightly scared as she registered Germany, who was being glomped by the girl called Sofie. "Yes… Gilbert. And I think… yes, this has gone far enough. Everyone. World Meeting. Kitchen. Now."

Alexia's PoV

The doorbell rang, and I swore loudly, at my wit's end. How many more people were planning on waltzing into my house uninvited today? I was torn between guarding the strangers that had randomly appeared in my closet and answering the door, seeing as Flora and Luna were pretty preoccupied downstairs. I finally gave up and ran for the door, hoping that whoever it was would be able to help. "Dang it, Romano, you're in charge!" I yelled behind me. I jumped the last seven stairs to save time, almost feeling sorry for whatever cookie-selling Girl Scout would be on the receiving end of my wrath, and flung the door open with such force that it rebounded off the wall and nearly hit me in the face. Thankfully, there were no Girl Scouts. Instead at my door stood a model for recessive phenotypes, better known as my friend Sofie.

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I screamed.

"Well, geez, I'll leave if you don't want to see me."

"NO! NECESSE EST TIBI IRE CUM MEĀ!" I reverted to Latin in my panic, dragging her into the house. Luckily, Sofie was my single alliance in Latin class, so she got the gist of it even despite me screaming into her face. She let me pull her up those accursed stairs to my room, which I shoved her into.

"I was listening to music and didn't notice anything and then they came out of my closet and the Spanish one's downstairs with Flora and I went to finish my Latin homework before Magistra could beat me with a stick and then more came out of nowhere and Luna's with the Spaniard in the kitchen!" I babbled, but Sofie wasn't paying any attention to me. She was just staring at the assembly of Germanics in front of us.

"They're probably just some of your sister's cosplay buddies… right?" She consoled, walking up to the tallest one and pinching him. She gasped and stumbled back.

"You are either the most magnificent cosplayer ever, or you're-" Her icy blue gaze bore deep into the other's. " .GOTT!"

Luna poked her head into the room. "¿He oído Sofie?"

"Enough with the freaking Spanish, Luna!" I yelled.

"Lo siento – I mean, sorry. Spain's making legit Spanish churros y chocolate downstairs with your sister if you want any," she announced.

"Wait, Antonio's here?" the albino asked, startling Luna, who hadn't seen the new arrivals yet. She looked at each one in turn before slowly nodding.

"Yes… Gilbert. And I think… yes, this has gone far enough. Everyone. World Meeting. Kitchen. Now." No one was stupid enough to refuse.

As soon as we had convoyed downstairs, my sister's new Spanish love interest and the red-eyed one started catching up. I hadn't seen much of Hetalia before, but I could identify Spain, Italy, Romano, and Germany. The others were vaguely familiar. The dark-haired one was Austria, I was pretty sure.

Luna took control immediately. "First state the official name of your nation, followed by the common American version and then your human name." Everyone introduced themselves as if it were the first day of kindergarten. They all gave their official titles as directed: Bundesrepublik Deutschland, Republik Österreich, et cetera. I found out that the dark-haired one was really Austria, the one with the gun was Switzerland, and the sketchy albino was "The awesome Prussia."

My ears perked up when I heard the last introduction. "Pruβen? Seriously?"

He flashed me an arrogant sneer. "Ja, are you not a fan of the awesome me?"

I considered the question carefully. "Well, you were a HUGE military power back in the day, and for the most part you fought against Austria, but you decided to fight along with them against France, and you did kick their ass."

"Don't encourage him," Switzerland scolded. "It'll only inflate his ego."

I ignored him at the moment. "Herr Pruβen, I have a question."

Prussia laughed at my use of "Sir" while Germany, Austria, and Switzerland groaned and shot me dirty looks. I had to force the corners on the side of my mouth to stay neutral so that they wouldn't give away my mischievous intent.

"Shoot," he replied.

"At the battle of Grunwald, what did it feel like getting your butt kicked by the Polish and Lithuanian armies, who only left so that they could tend their crops?"

Obviously, that wasn't the question he'd thought I'd ask. Sofie snickered and Prussia's cocky smile faltered for a minute before Luna pulled everything back to the topic at hand. She made me explain everything that happened since this morning as Sofie started to take notes and ask questions for clarification every five seconds, making me go into every minute detail possible. The nations remained silent for the most part. Everyone was trying to figure everything out, save Italy.

"I'm hungry! We should go out for dinner!"


Thank all ye brave souls who read this! then you are made of amazing-ness R&R, if you don't then you are still made of previously mentioned amazing-ness

The song that's playing in the hall is "Superschwiizer" by Gimma, and yes it is about Cheese and farming, it's a rap song of Cliches about Switzerland and it's actually in SWISS German which is why only Vash can understand it. Swiss German is to German as Canadian French is to French.

It's an really good song and just hilarious if you know the meaning.

But yeah... I'm not translating what that little section is...

The part in the end with Poland and Lithuania refers to the "Polish Swedish War" and "What happened after Tannenberg."

AMV links... Yeah um the site is being evil, if you want the links PM me, or I'll see if it works in the reviews. The vids are awesome though.

Hope that's everything if you need anything clarified then send via PM or Review!