yomi-tai me naru x hina and Platinum, Thanks for the reviews! I appreciate it, especially since no one ever reviews on chapter one! You give me hope! :D

Anyway, this is going to be a longer story. I'm halfway through chapter 13 and I'm probably about halfway through the story, so there will be plenty to read!

Anywho, on with the show!

Dsiclaimer- Marukaite Chikyuu Boku Hetalia!

Anyway, Chapter 2

(Third person)

The meeting seemed to drag on forever in her eyes. France was there to keep her upright, and about halfway through she silently begged Canada to bring him a chair and he happily obliged, glad someone besides America could see him.

At the end of the meeting she stood and Germany took her from France, who gave her a comforting pat on her back. "It'll all be alright soon." He smiled and looked up to Germany. "Take care of her. I have a feeling she has a lot to offer, non?" He smiled softly down and all she could do was nod, surprised.

France walked away and she looked up at the German, who had a look of displease on his face. "You'll be staying with me." She nodded and looked over to Prussia, who was chatting quite animatedly with Italy about something and returned her gaze to the upset blue eyes before her.

"I'm sorry to be a bother." She mumbled and held her head low. She heard a curt sigh and frowned.

He was different in real life than she'd seen in the anime. He didn't have those brief blushes. He didn't seem to have kind moments. And she knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt that he hated her.

She tried to take a step the moment he did, to stay at his side, but her shaking legs wouldn't hold her. She started to fall forwards, to quickly find hands on her shoulders and Germany sighed, lifting her up gently. She blushed insanely as she realized how close to his head she was before she looked down and gasped, throwing her arms around his neck. "I'm afraid of being lifted!" She gasped, the beginnings of tears in her eyes and he could only sigh.

"Try to handle it for a moment. Bruder!"

"Ja, Ja, I'm- what in the hell are you doing to her?" She could hear Prussia heckle and Germany sighed.

"She's unable to walk. Let's go."

Her eyes were clenched the whole way out, and she was surprised to find, after she'd been seated in the back seat of the car, it was only her, Germany, Prussia and Austria in the car. Prussia sat in the front with Germany driving and Austria sat beside her, looking out of the window. She could see redness in his neck and was worried he disliked her as well.

"Ah, Austria. It's a pleasure to meet you." She said softly, her voice still shaking from being carried, and he looked cautiously at her before turning away again. A soft hand reached up and pointed at her chest. She looked down, noticing her shirt was pulled down under her bra due to the loose tank tops she wore. She yanked it back up quickly.

"Sorry! I didn't notice it earlier!" She gasped. "To be seen in such a state!" She frowned, blushing brighter red than he did and Prussia laughed.

"You're as soft spoken as Japan! Probably just as much of a timid person, as well." He turned and held out his hand. "Prussia, glad to meet you!" He grinned and she held out her hand, shaking his with more firmness than he was expecting from someone in her state. "Jasmin."

"Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on!" Prussia sat back down, finally snapping his seat belt into place as Germany looked at her in the rear view mirror, just now realizing he'd had no idea what her name was even though he'd been with her all day.

"I'm sorry to intrude!" She bowed and Austria looked over at her with an amused smirk.

"Respond like that and they'll eat you alive." He watched as her skin crawled.

"Like she doesn't have to worry about that from you!" Prussia grinned into the mirror and Austria blushed.

"Of course not! I'm a gentleman, unlike some people!"

All three men were surprised to hear giggling and looked at the girl, covering her mouth with her hand, blushing, but smiling all the same. Germany finally relaxed a little. At least she was smiling. It was a start, at least. He'd been worried about her since he'd heard her mumbling and crying in her sleep earlier.

The ride to the airport took around an hour, and Jasmin was sad to see the car go, but the men weren't as affected by it. They climbed into the jet that was set just for them and she was surprised Germany stood right behind her on the stairs, his hand gently on the small of her back. When she did get another dizzy spell he grasped her quickly and lifted her, carrying her the rest of the way.

"Putting the moves on her already, West?"

"I doubt she's in the mood for anything like that." He spoke as he sat her in a plush reclining chair.

"So, tell me your story!" Prussia leaned forward and grinned on the seat.

"I'm not sure she wants to right now." Germany said with a worried tone but Jasmin only shook her head. "I don't like keeping secrets, and I think it's better for them to know my frame of mind. It's easier to watch out when you know what's going on, right?" Germany nodded, but as he sat down, he leaned forwards, ready to catch her if she passed out again, forgetting the seatbelt would prevent any falls.

"My name is Jasmin, I'm thirty five, and last night my husband killed me and my four kids." She said matter of factly, causing Prussia to pale and Austria groaned.

"Are... you sure you're alright?" Austria asked softly, now worried.

"As far as anyone besides you guys know, I'm dead, so I could be worse. I'm just... sad I'll never see my family again, but honestly, I needed to get out of America. I don't want anyone recognizing me and freaking out, especially since I've apparently changed age. It would only be family that could recognize me, and they'd never let it go. I just can't figure out why he killed the kids." Jasmin looked down, her eyes swimming with tears and she sighed, fighting them back.

"I'd be more curious as to why he killed you." Prussia frowned, patting her shoulder and Jasmin shook her head with a grin.

"Probably because I'm a pain in the ass." Austria gasped and Germany flinched.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Austria asked and Jasmin looked over her shoulder with a smile.

"I'll be fine eventually, and that's what I need to worry about right now. Well, that and making sure Germany doesn't try and finish the job!" Jasmin laughed softly and Prussia realized she wasn't just self-depreciating, but saw this as a stronger part of herself.

He couldn't help but smile, and as Austria stared in shock at the look Prussia offered her, he realized everything was alright. "More about me. Now that I got the major thing out of the way, I love anime, manga, anything Japanese." She smiled, realizing her manga collection was probably being sold on Ebay as she spoke. "I love cooking and video games. All of my fanfics are gone!" She gasped and Germany looked over at the look of horror on her face.

"You can write more."He offered and she nodded, looking up with a sad smile.

"I don't have a computer anymore, and I'll have to find out what manga and anime you guys even have here. Since Hetalia doesn't exist, there's no saying what else doesn't." Germany's eyebrows raised. He hadn't even thought about that.

"Anyway," She hurried along, trying to put those thoughts to the back of her mind. "I love dogs and laughter. I may not look like much, but I love working out." She grinned and stretched out her arms, the tiredness hitting her again. Her head fell and again hit the window. She pulled it back and frowned, rubbing her forehead as Austria jumped up and ran around, checking her for injuries.

"Are you alright?"

"Just keep getting these waves of fatigue. It's been a hard day, even though I slept through most of it."

"But your forehead..." He lifted his hand and rubbed over the spot, surprised to see her grinning a moment later.

"It's just a bump. It'll be gone soon."

He couldn't help but smile when he sat back down moments later. "She's stronger than the last one you brought home!" Austria chimed over to Germany, who grinned.

"Wouldn't that be you?" Austria stilled and Prussia laughed.

"Still..." Austria said, looking into the seat before him with interest.

Jasmin chatted quite animatedly with Prussia, Gilbert about video games for quite a few hours and Germany was in fear of his sanity. A female version of Prussia running around? He swallowed hard, suddenly wondering if this was such a good idea when he glanced over and saw her eyes flutter closed. He watched on full alert til he heard a soft dozing sound and finally sat back, letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

"She's an interesting one." Gilbert glanced over to Germany, who only nodded with a curt sound he wouldn't say wasn't a snort. "It was a little unsettling to have her, just out of nowhere know who I was, but it was interesting to chat with someone I didn't have to introduce myself to. It's like getting to know someone after waking up with amnesia. I didn't know a thing about her, but she seemed to instantly know me."

"And out of nowhere she said she wanted to hear me play the piano. Her eyes were so wide, I almost died of shock." Austria chimed in, chuckling. "Like she already knew I was good, and I knew nothing in return."

"That's the same feeling I had!" Gilbert pointed over as Austria, Roderich's eyebrow raised. "I almost worried I wasn't who I thought I was. It was really... unusual." He frowned and looked over as Ludwig's eyes softened on the girl.

"You two realized she was faking her cheer most of the time, right?"

"It wasn't hard to figure out. Poor girl's been through hell and back, quite literally in this case. People don't just cheer up from something like that in a day." Roderich sighed, looking at the girl with a gentleness that unsettled Ludwig. She'd fallen asleep just an hour before touchdown and Germany carried her from the plane to the car, from the car to his bed. He didn't have any more guest rooms, and shared the other room with Prussia for the night, deciding to try and figure out what to do with her space-wise after he'd slept and the jet lag wore off.

It was ten hours later she awoke. Since the guys had all eaten and gotten to bed later, they were still asleep when she woke. She didn't realize where she was, or even register it wasn't her house. She made her way downstairs, as she usually did, stumbled into the kitchen, and got to work making breakfast, like she normally did.

She'd set the table and staggered to the stairs, calling up with a loud voice. "Val! Luna! James! Aerith! Time for breakfast!" She turned and got in two steps before she realized she wasn't in her house. Momentary panic set in before she remembered the night before and collapsed to the floor, unable to even breathe.

Germany, having been in the process of changing into his clothes for the day was momentarily startled when he heard a voice boom through the house. He frowned, wondering who the girl had been calling and came down the stairs, seeing the table made for five. His eyes narrowed as he took another few steps down the stairs to see her curled up in a shaking ball on the floor.

Instinct was the first thing to hit as he ran over and flipped her over to her back, breaking free the sob that had kept her from breathing and she screamed as she grasped to his waist like a life raft. He generally wasn't very useful in these situations and sighed with relief when he noticed the other two on the stairs, looking down at her with pity. They were there in a second, patting her back and offering kind, comforting words, but through it all she never released his waist.

It was a good ten minutes til she composed herself and stood, brushing herself off. "Sorry, that was a bit much for first thing in the morning." She frowned, wiping her eyes harshly with the back of her wrist and Ludwig grasped her hand, already seeing the red mark from the first time etch itself across her face.

"Please be a little more gentle with yourself." He asked softly and Jasmin stilled, nodding.

She'd never been asked something like that before, and was half worried he was calling her a wuss or something. He could sense the trepidation and sighed. "I don't want you bruising your face up." He reached over and grabbed a tissue from a box on the counter and handed it to her and she smiled softly, nodding. "Sorry."

"There's no reason for that." He sighed and looked over to the table, set for five. He turned to her as she looked at the fifth plate and sighed. Gilbert and Roderich sat down, feeling wasting the food would be pointless, and honestly, she had to agree. She sat down softly and stared at her food with worry for a moment before Ludwig leaned across the table, patting her shoulder. "You should eat."

"I'm half worried it'll turn out like yesterday." She sighed, feeling her stomach ache and took a deep breath before fighting the food into her mouth. Everyone could see her fight against the food and they watched with worry for a moment before digging in.

"Mein gott, this is good!" Gilbert nearly purred as he ate and Roderich let out a happy little sing-song tone before swallowing his bite and looking up to Ludwig with distrusting eyes.

"I thought you said she was an American?" Jasmin giggled, remembering Alfred and his hamburgers and nodded.

"I am, but I can't eat hamburger. I have to watch my girlish figure, right?"

"But these omelets are still not the healthiest thing. Ham and peppers are good like this, I never would have thought of it, but it still has a lot of calories and cholesterol!"

"I'm used to eating a lot of oats to burn out the cholesterol and calories translate to energy. You need them to survive, and it's good before a workout." She sighed, realizing it wasn't like she had anything else to do today.

"You can do that after lunch. I'll join you, if you don't mind." Ludwig said between bites and Jasmin looked up at him, not even close to hiding her curiosity. "We need to take you shopping. You'll need new clothes. As much as that outfit does look good on you, I had to give you my belt while you were sleeping after the plane, as your pants no longer fit you." He watched as she looked down with surprise she hadn't even noticed the difference.

"Good god, I'm so sorry!" She turned bright red realizing how close he'd been to her in her sleep and kept her face down, trying to kill the blush, not even noticing his.

"Christmas lights!" Gilbert pointed and Ludwig turned to him with an angry glare.

After breakfast they all went upstairs to get ready for the day. Jasmin was offered an outfit of Roderichs to wear, as nothing the other two had would fit, save Ludwig's jacket, which it was just too warm for. She glanced at herself in the mirror and winced. Of course they didn't happen to have any bras lying around, but she was surprised to find his pants and boxers fit her very well. The white button down shirt came to her wrists, and the collar just went to the back of her head. She never thought she looked right in outfits like this. She wore a black tank top and vest to hide her lack of undergarments, but when her eyes traveled to her face she screamed again.

How could she have forgotten that?! Ludwig knocked with a slight panic at the door and Jasmin turned with a sigh, pulling open the door. "Sorry! I forgot about my face!" She swallowed hard and returned her eyes to the mirror.

Her shoulder length grey hair was black again. Her brown eyes seemed larger. Her skin was tighter. She looked just like she'd looked fifteen years ago.

"Now you see why I freaked out yesterday." He chuckled and she did the same, nodding. As she came down the stairs, she was surprised to find Gilbert in beat up jeans and a tee-shirt with Green-day on the front. Roderich was dressed similarly to his normal outfit, but he wasn't wearing the ruffle on the front of his shirt that he normally wore. He stopped fidgeting with the buttons on his cuff for a moment to let his eyes travel over her with a satisfied smirk.

"Something about seeing a girl in your button down, gets me every time!" Gilbert grinned and Roderich blushed.

"If you're going, come on." Ludwig said, turning and walking from the house, the other three following behind.

All three of the guys cringed as she picked out clothes. Jeans. Jeans, jeans, and more jeans. Tank tops. All black. Finally Roderich had seen enough and stood, taking her hand and led her to the women's department, sighing. "When I saw the jeans and black tank top yesterday I was worried something like this would happen. Why don't you pick out something a little more... feminine?"

"I can pick out a dress or two, I guess..." She looked confused over the racks and Roderich face palmed at the statement. "You're a woman!"

"Prove it." Jasmin said, looking him dead in the eye with a stubborn glare.

"If you insist." His hand traveled to the button on her pants and she jumped away with a yelp.

Ludwig had seen enough.

He grabbed a couple of dresses and held them up to her back while she was having a stare down with Roderich, a silent battle over her gender. "Here. Go try them on. Come out so we can see them." He said, giving the situation a tone of finality and Roderich sighed with relief when she sulked off to the dressing room.

"What in the furer's name was that all about?" He asked when she was out of earshot and Roderich nearly blushed when he'd relayed what had transpired.

"So... she doesn't see herself as a woman?" Ludwig's eyes widened at the thought and Roderich frowned.

"It's not like that." They heard and looked over at Gilbert, sitting in one of the chairs before the dressing rooms. "She's an American woman. She doesn't want people to see her as weak, and in many cultures, being feminine is seen as a weakness." He looked up over his shoulder and smirked at the look of surprise on the others' faces.

"And men's clothing is just more comfortable." Jasmin said as she made her way out of the dressing room in a dress she'd never be caught dead in. "What am I, a princess? This looks ridiculous." She turned back into the dressing room, totally missing the three men, all with their hearts in their throats.

She only agreed on one of the dresses, not realizing Roderich and Ludwig went through the ones she'd rejected and pulled another three out. She went to another store and bought some workout wear, a couple of pairs of yoga pants and tank tops with a pocket for an MP3 player. She didn't have her computer, but she figured an extra pocket is never a bad thing, right? She was practically forced to buy a purse. Gilbert paled when she picked out her coat, as the one she bought looked almost exactly like Russia's. She said it was comfortable and warm, and that's all Ludwig needed to hear. She made them all wait til she was done in the next store, as she didn't need them helping her pick her undergarments.

She found a few three packs of bras that would work, two five packs of underwear, but for some god forsaken reason when she finally made it to the counter there was also a black satin teddy and garter belt set with lacy thigh high hose. There was another garter belt and another three sets of hose, she realized and realized she'd actually bought a decent number of skirts, thanks to a specific someone. "Please bag it before they come in and see what I bought." Jasmin asked with a blush and the girl looked to the three men, glancing in with interest.

"Good god, how did you get all three? They're gorgeous!" The woman gasped and Jasmin turned to them with a smile.

"I know, right? But it's not like that. It's more of a little sister thing, I guess." She sighed and the woman behind the counter's face fell.

"That's too bad!"

"I know, but it's just as well. They're too good for me anyway." She sighed as the woman rang up the purchases, tossing them in the bag, and speeding up when the blonde one started walking towards the door. She certainly didn't want her older brother to see her underwear!

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