Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. All rights go to its original owner.

AN: Hello!

I barrelled down the stairs, tripped, got back up, and made my way onto the street.

From there, I made a run for it.

I could hear shouts in many different languages (Did that guy just call me a bus? He called me a bus! Why the hell did he call me a bus?) As I ran down the street, grateful I was wearing my sneakers and a pair of jeans.

I could hear Swiss people left and right at me, swearing in German, French, Italian and Romansh when I shoved pass them. I apologised to them in German, mostly because that was the only language I was fluent in. (Other than English and Chinese)

I ducked into an alleyway, and vaulted over a fence (Now I know why my cousin made me do that parkour course every day for the past two years), leapt over a few boxes, ran back onto the main street and made a break for it.

I dared a look behind me, and I saw China and Japan running after me, followed by a very angry Switzerland.

I looked forward and a rolled over a car bonnet, vaulted another fence, slid down the railings for a stair case and ended up in a park. That's when I had the second stupid thought on this adventure.

I went to a tree (Mind you, It was tall) and I climbed up onto the lowest branch. And stayed up there. Until Japan, China and Switzerland had disappeared.

When I deemed it was safe, I leant my back against the trunk of the tree and let out a sigh of relief. I was safe.

"Hey Dudes! I found her!"

Looking down, I noticed America shouting as he pointed to my hiding spot in the tree. Then he gave a grin and asked "Why you make a run for it?"

"Oh you know, Places to go, people to see, slightly murderous Nations to escape from. You know, Tuesday." I said, swinging my legs.

"Um, okay. What country you from?" He asked, waving his arm to signal England, France and Canada (Yes. I remember him. Why the hell wouldn't I?) To come to his location.

"I'm from Australia." I replied, groaning in defeat as a got myself out of the tree and onto the ground.

"Hm, Nice place. Do you have rattlesnakes?"

I was about to face palm.

"Look, Rattle Snakes live in A-meri-ca. Not Australia." I say as I put my hands up in surrender.

-LINE BREAK-

"Smart Bastards. You locked the bloody door." I grumbled as I was told to go sit back in the chair from earlier.

"Why'd you run?" Lithuania asked, quivering. (Was he that scared of Russia?)

"Uh...Tuesday." I said, shrugging.

"Tuesday." England said, repeating the word.

I nodded my head.

"So, you ran, because it was Tuesday?" He asked, raising a caterpillar eyebrow.

"Well, Eyebrows, I suppose I did. What'chu going to do about it?" I said, tapping my foot.

Whoops. Think I made the country that invaded 99% of the world mad.

"Well" Denmark began. "Who's keeping her until we find out a way to send her back?"

"Finally Denmark. You ask a rational question." Norway said, making a grab for Denmark's tie.

Denmark danced out of the way (Okay, to be frank, he just shimmied across the room while waving his arms.) and stood next to America.

"I say she stay with me!"

"No, Minerva can become one with me!"

"Na-uh Commie Bastard, she is staying with the hero!"

"Ve~ Minerva can stay with us!"

"No~aru! She's with me!"

"May I suggest..."

"WILL ALL OF YOU SHUT UP?" I shouted, standing on the table to make my voice carry further.

They all stopped squabbling and turned to look at me.

"Why don't you let me decide?" I asked. "I'm the centre of all of this trouble anyway."

"Ja, I agree. We will let her decide." Germany said after a minute of silence.

Then my mind went into the second chain of thought for the day.

"Well, France was already crossed off the list. Something about French food. No way am I staying with Eyebrows. Russia scary, the Nordics are too hectic, America is too loud, don't think the Italy twins can handle my ADHD, Germany's too strict, Prussia is loud, Not even going to talk about Spain, China can't handle my ADHD either. Can't speak Japanese, Netherland's a money freak, that is a very pretty butterfly, I'm hungry, I rather not stay with Hungry or Austria, Switzerland is far too angry ,Where the hell did that piano come from, I'm still hungry. Turkey is too warm, Greece sleeps all day, Australia is far too loud, New Zealand is weird so that leaves..."

"I choose Canada." I announced, hands on my hips.

"Uh, who?" England asked, confused.

I actually face palmed this time.

"You know, Canada? That Cold country on top of America that has large amounts of maple syrup and stuff?" I asked, pointing towards said country.

"Oh. Canada. Right" England said.

"You, you can see me?" Canada asked, pointing at himself.

"Of course I can see you, you're as clear as day!" I exclaimed, my face neutral.

Canada gave a grin and said "Sure. You can stay with me!"

"Very well, Meeting adjourned." Germany announced.

A chorus of cheers went around the room.

-LINE BREAK-

Canada and I went down the street together towards the hotel where the nations were staying at.

"So, why'd you choose me?" Canada asked, leading me into the hotel and wheeling towards the elevators.

I followed and said "Well, I assume you are patient enough that you can handle me and my...disorder."

"Disorder?" Canada asked, steering me into the elevator then selecting the 12th floor.

"I've got Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. I can't sit still, I get easily distracted, I make careless mistakes and I can't concentrate." I listed off, bouncing on the balls on my feet while play with a piece of wire and kitchen twine.

Canada nodded, and then we went down the hall when the elevator's doors opened up and walked into room #301.

Inside, America and Canada have turned the room into Maple leaf and Red, blue and white town.

"I've never been here, but I'm pretty sure the room was never meant to look like this" I muttered darkly, as I knelt down and gingerly picked up a American flag themed sock and a shirt with the words "Canadian please" on the front.

"Eh, sorry about the mess. It happens when we visit other countries." Canada said, scratching his head.

"Typical Canadian. Let's get this place cleaned up, shall we?" I offered.

"Let's wait for America first. Some of this stuff is his too." Canada said, and pointed at the stack of video games on the bedside table.

I picked my way through the mountains of stuff (What the hell? A bottle of maple syrup? And a... is that a stuffed eagle?) To the bedside table and picked up the video games on the top of the stack.

"Slender man? Five nights at Freddy's? Doesn't your brother hate horror games and movies like these?" I asked, showing him the video games.

"He said 'If I play these games, I'm going to become an even better hero!'" Canada quoted, as he put Kumajiro down on the ground which moaned "I'm hungry."

"I'll get you some food soon." Canada said, patting its head.

"Who are you?" Kumajiro asked.

"I'm Canada." Canada replied sadly.

"DON'T WORRY GUYS, THE HERO IS HERE!" Shouted America as he barged in through the door. "Hey Minerva, hey Mattie, what you doing?"

I looked up to see America holding a Chinese Takeaway Bag and a stack of papers.

I raised an eyebrow and said nothing, then got distracted by Kumajiro asking for food.

"Sorry buddy. I haven't got anything for you to eat." I said, patting the polar bear on the head.

"Right dudes! I'm starving, so let's eat, yeah?" America announced then put it on the takeaway on a table in the corner.

I picked my way through the mountains again (Ok, who brings a jumper with the words "America, Fuck yeah!" to Switzerland?) to the table and I picked up a pair of chopsticks (My father is Chinese, and he expects his entire family to know how to use chopsticks from the age of six.) and a box of noodles, sat on the chair next to the table and began to eat them with great gusto.

Canada managed to make his way to the table and picked up a fork (Useless westerners. Don't know how to use chopsticks) and a box of fried rice and sat on the floor and began to eat quietly.

America also picked up a fork and a container of noodles, which was smelling very strongly of saricha chilli sauce (Well, mine was too, but again, having Asian parents give you the ability to withstand chilli. And anything spicy for that matter).

"Oh no. Alfred, are you sure you can handle that much chilli? After last time..." Canada began but was interrupted by America.

"No worry Canada! I'll make through the entire box this time! See Minerva is managing, and hasn't gagged once!" He said, pointing at me.

"That's because I'm used to it. My parents put large amounts of chilli sauce in everything." I retorted, pointing my chopsticks at America. "I'm pretty sure you don't."

"Nah, I'll be fine. I'm the hero after all!" America said and put a forkful of noodles in his mouth.

Next minute, he was running to the bathroom and emptying his stomach.

I picked up his noodles and took a look inside the offending food. At that moment, I understood why he had died from the heat.

Aside from the Saricha Chilli sauce, there was also a high amount of Sichuan chilli peppers.

Now, I'm no genius, but even I know what the stuff does. It makes your tongue incredibly numb.

I sighed in sympathy.

America came back, and took fried rice from the bag, deciding that he'll give the Noodles to Russia or China.

After that fiasco, we ate in silence.

-LINE BREAK-

After finishing eating and disposing everything (America slipped out with the noodles and left it outside England's door, with the note "This is what real food tastes like") we sat in a circle.

"Hey Minerva, why do you fidget so much?) America asked me, while I was spinning a pencil in my hand.

'I'm ADHD dude." I said plainly, staring at him, then getting distracted by the bluebird crashing into the window.

"Oh. Is that why you didn't choose anyone else?" America asked.

"Yup." I said, popping the P. "I judged the fact if they can handle me or not. If they are strict, they might make me take the drugs, and I don't like them, or they just can't handle hyperactive people like me."

"So that's why you choose Mattie."

I nodded and then I let my mind wander off.

Then we heard a banging on the door.

I got up and opened it, to show an unconscious England and a trying-not-laugh-but-failing-very-badly Scotland.

"My little brother fainted from some noodles that were ultra spicy. Care to explain?" Scotland asked a wicked smirk across his face.