DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.

Present Germany's P.O.V.

There was a large thump, as if something hard had hit the floor of my room. Grabbing my pistol, I walk slowly to the door. Cautiously pushing open the door to peer inside, and what I saw surprised me beyond levels of comprehension. In the middle of the floor a young girl, in a white blood covered lab coat BLEEDING ON MY NICE CLEAN FLOOR!

"WHAT ZE HECK(substitute for what Germany would real say)" I scream.

"What is it Germany-San?" Japan calmly walks behind me and gazes over my shoulder.

"Oh, I shall go get some bandages." then he quickly walks off to get medical supplies.

"Germany!?" Italy's voice comes from the other direction as he begins skipping down the hall.

"AHH GERMANY! Who who's that?" Italy's voice quivering with fear.

"I I don't know" I stutter trying to rip my gaze off and clear my head.

Then the phone began to ring.

"I'll get it!" Italy tries to regain his happy altitude as he ran to get the phone. Just as he left Japan came back with a case full of supplies.

"I'd have to ask you to leave." he says solemnly.

I nod and walk to the kitchen where the phone and Italy where.

"Hey, Germany, its for you." Italy says handing me the phone.

"Yo, Dude, we're having a G8 meeting so get your butt over here!" America's obnoxious voice rings in my ears.

"Right this second?" I ask stalling.

"When could be a better time there's someone I want you to meet."

Oh great, I wonder if he found another 'alien.'

"Hey, Japan, we have a G8 meeting to attend to." I called in a nonchalant voice.

"What do we do with the girl. I think she's coming to."

"I'm coming in."

"No, I do not want to startle her. There is no need for rash action!"

"Maybe we can get some info on where she's from and what happened. But for now we need to go!" I heard Japan sigh as I came in and picked up the half conscious girl.

So umm I don't really know what to say but please comment tell me if you like it. You all know reviews are th down fall of us all as writers.