A/N: I'm back~~ And I'm sorry for taking so long, I was busy with schoolwork D: And I had trouble as to where to cut off the chapter ahaha ^^'... Anyway, a great thanks to AlTHR33! I, the idiot I am, forgot to mention it last chapter... She's my awesome proofreader to make sure that my story doesn't stray too far away from comprehensibility! Now, do I own Hetalia? In all technicality, yes. If Hidekaz Himaruya owns Hetalia, and I am me, but we switch the Universe around, and then I equal pie and Hidekaz Himaruya equals pie, by the Transitive Property I own Hetalia~~ Ah, if only my logic worked outside my head D':


I've been at America's house for three days now, and I'm utterly convinced that he's an idiot not only in general, but also for his own kind. I'm able to walk, more or less, but I feel like I'm getting weaker day by day. It's noticeably harder for me to do anything involving mind control of any type, and I already tried teleporting, but I can't. I think it has to do with Earth's magnetic field, but I'm not sure. I just know that each day that passes I feel more like….a human. A weakling human.

Today, America decided to invite another human over so that I could meet him/her. It's not something I was looking forward to, considering I hate social gatherings. I wore the formal dress of my country, of course.

The guest had arrived. America yanked the door open and greeted, "England! How are you?" Heh, so this is the famous England. He has remarkably large eyebrows.

"Hallo." He bowed. "Say, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but France tagged along yet again…"

"Are you kidding me? The more the merrier!" America shouted, launching a fist into the air. "Say, but if France is with you, then why—"

"OH MY GOD IT'S YOU!" England suddenly shouted the moment he saw me. What the fuck is his problem? "YOU'RE ONE OF THE ANGELS!" At this, he bowed down at my feet. "Oh, wonderful saint, messenger of Heaven, grant me your blessings!" He continued on with his praying nonsense. Amazing how devout humans can be to religion. I wondered if I should've burst his bubble and simply tell him that I'm not an angel… heheh…

As I stood there, cherishing my new-found follower, I sensed someone lurking behind me. Nobody saw, as England was staring at my feet, 'kissing the ground on which I have walked', and America was simply not here, as he was getting food. I took a wild guess that this was France, as Tonia is likely asleep and hiding.

Right at the moment I was going to ask who the hell was behind me, he grabbed my butt. It was revolting. I turned around and knocked him into the wall as I did so. No bastard sneaks up on me.

"Gah! I'm so sorry! I should have protected you! Don't shy away from my favor!" England pleaded, thinking I'd take away his life or something.

I ran up to the blonde bastard and continued beating him to a pulp. In the meanwhile, England was crying miserably for 'not protecting his master', and America ran into the room.

"Hey you guys, what's the—Woah, England, since when did you cry?" America asked.

"Don't you see? It's the end of the world! The apocalypse is among us!" England wailed.

"What? That's insane! Is this true, Ceracia?" He queried, slightly entertained.

"Only for this bastard it is," I chuckled mischievously. The bastard was going to die! Muahahaha! That's right, squeal like a pig, you mother fucker….

"All right, that's enough! Unless France was at it again, you're not hurting him any further!" America proclaimed, self-righteously, grabbing both of my arms with considerable strength, specifically for a human. Is this man human? I couldn't even loosen his grip!

Seeing my struggle as being lost, I spit on who was supposedly called France and informed America, "this creep grabbed my butt! On most occasions, this crime is punishable by the death penalty!"

England had stopped wailing by now when he heard that only France's world was ending, and he added, "are you sure you're not good friends with Russia, Ceracia? And also, the next time France does something to you, I'll help you beat him if you'd like!" He offered, a slight glee note in his voice.

"Uh, who's Russia? And thank you? Look, at this point I'm starting to feel pity on you, and while I can kill you in an instant, I just went soft on France because I'm a sadist and value torture, I don't kill those who do no harm. You don't need to treat me like a God. I'm the one who serves Go—"

"SO IT'S TRUE! YOU ARE AN ANGEL!" England ran up *when I reread this part, I couldn't understand what I meant… likely, I wrote it at 3am-ish…*and again bowed down. "Please tell me, magnificent lady, what offerings would you like my people to serve?"

"Uh, your good will is more than enough; the best way to avoid my wrath is truly to avoid me altogether…." I admitted. I truly felt bad for the weak creature. I could tell that his belief in the supernatural was high.

"Would you mind if I spread the good word to my friends?" He asked. 'Oh boy, this'll be an ugly mess…' I predicted.

"Um, if you want…" I agreed sullenly. What else was I supposed to say? The author won't let me say no.

The peculiar being proceeded to use America's primitive phone and 3 minutes later, a peculiar person arrived.

"Vee~ I'm Italy, North Italy, and I like pasta. What's your favorite?" North Italy asked. Before I could respond, England intervened.

"No flirting allowed with my saint!" Oh?

"Since when were you my body guard? Frankly, I regret not bringing some from home, but I don't want a pee-wee like you losing his place just because he worshiped me first," I scolded. I can't stand people losing their place.

"Body…guards?" England asked curiously.

"Well, yes, I'm the Superior General of my land… a King if you will…" Yes, King instead of Queen. Kings traditionally have more authority, so I can be referred to only as King.

As I said this, the door flew down. It was yet another blonde, also green-eyed. Geesh, what's up with so many blondes?

"Shut up I can hear you all on the other side of the world!" the mysterious shrimp called out.

"Who the hell are you?" I responded.

"What's it—" instead of finishing what he thought was a witty response, he blushed intensely as he noticed I was a female. I see that this one's shy.

"That's Switzerland, my lord," England informed, ashamed of his earlier outburst…

'Hey, wait a minute, since when was the huge blonde dude here?' I recalled to myself.

"Thanks, England. Uh, who's the blonde dude behind Italy?" I asked, based on my previous thought. His posture was outstanding! My, it reminds me of the military back home… ah, I'm proud of them all.

"That's Germany. He's always around Italy. It's as if the two were gay," England snorted. "In fact, I don't even know why they're here, since I called Japan."

Germany trooped over here, at overhearing England's remark, calmly, but firmly. "Vat is your problem, England? Can't I protect my allies? Even if I vere gay, vat does it matter to you?" Germany was obviously pissed at what England commented. Guess he's a homophobic or something. Then again, I am, too…

"Eh, Germany," I said. "I know you're angry right now, but I just wanted to say, your posture is outstanding. Do you by chance study military arts?"

He was baffled at my interruption. "Uh, why, yes, I take great pride in it." He slightly blushed, thinking he lacked modesty in the statement. "And thank you." At this, he slowly backed away, almost in fear. Why the hell is everyone afraid of me? Just as I pondered this fiercely, I overheard him saying to whom I presumed to be Italy, "I think she's the one!"

"….the one for what? All I see is a beautiful face…" the Italian uttered in reply, an idiotic close-eyed smile across not his face, but more like his entire self.

Germany smacked him on the back of his head, blushing at the thought. "Idiot! I'm not referring to such trivial matters right now; can't zhou tell by her posture that she can slay a thousand men in five minutes? The last time I vitnessed a halt so confident was during Vorld Var Two; nine, not even ancient monarchs can ever compare!" Geesh, crazy dude, my posture's relaxed right now. In fact, most beings think I'm helpless, until I beat the shit out of them.

Italy waved a hand dismissively at Germany's absurd comment. "Vee, don't be silly." For some reason, everyone in the room fell silent at these words. "She's probably harmless! I mean, how can such a fine piece of art inflict damage on— AHHHHHHHH!" I didn't let Italy finish that statement. I gave him the good old death stare, and he immediately quivered and hunched over, covering his eyes evasively. Germany then positioned himself between Italy and I.

"I told you, Italy. Is zat stare not proof enuf?" Germany scolded him. Aw man, now I felt terrible for inflicting trauma in such a defenseless being… I always hurt creatures!

"Mmm…" Italy whimpered, embracing Germany like a frightened child. Germany was slightly startled at this. "Don't let her hurt me…"

In response, Germany gently laid his hand on Italy's head, stroking his brownish hair. "It'll be alright…" I, however, proceeded to go hide in a corner like a coward.

"My lord, do you find yourself well?" Huh? Oh yeah, I forgot about him…

"…I suppose. I don't know how to—" As I was unfolding my tale for England, the door burst open, yet again.

"Prease forgive my tardiness, Engrand-san! I got rost on the way here!" The mysterious person puffed, catching his breath. He was remarkably short for a grown male…

"Aw, pay it no mind, Japan," England comforted. "All that matters is that you're here now. Just look, it's an angel!" England cheered, pointing at me.

"Whire it is true that I have not seen her before, why would you deduce that she's an anger?" Japan inquired, thinking to himself, 'Westerners are so odd!'

Before England could answer, I informed Japan, "Because I'm an alien. Do you see any problems with that?"

"None at arr. So, what is your name? I am Japan," he stated.

"I'm Ceracia…" I answered, unsure of how to continue the conversation. As I pondered on what we could discuss, a brown-haired, green-eyed man with a cat strolled in with all his patience. There's only one person I know who carries a cat… "Say, who's the one with the cat?" I asked, full of prediction.

"Why, that's—" Japan was cut off by the mystery country, who gasped, "Ceracia?" 'SO IT IS HIM!' I cheered to myself.


A/N: Wanna take a wild guess at who this character could be? Hell, a better question is how does Ceracia know him. Well, you won't know till Chapter 3! Whoever guesses the latter question correctly before Chapter 3 gets a cookie!