Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its affiliated characters. They belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. I do not own the cover picture either. I only own my OCs.

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Chapter 3) Fan fiction 101: Behold, the Dream of the Weeaboo

Everyone turned to where the voice seemed to have come from. Behind them, communicating via gigantic screen T.V. was the sparkling image of Barack Obama.

"Uhh, if I've been hearing correctly, these three young ladies have managed to hop dimensions. Uhh, that's pretty cool, and I suggest that America, you house them and find their secrets of dimension travel in order to spread 'democracy' to the world," the U.S. president said. Casey's mouth opened and closed like a fish's.

"How would he know?" Jacquelyn asked. "He like, literally just appeared out of nowhere." Selena placed a finger over Jacquelyn's mouth.

"Shh, the president's talking!" she said in a mystified tone. Jacquelyn rolled her eyes and shared a look with Casey.

"Silence," so spoke the great Obama. "Thank you young lady. Now-"

"Why do we have to bunk with America? What if we wanna stay with Britain or whatever?" Casey asked. "Not that that I actually want to stay with Britain, but still." Britain made an indignant noise as Obama scratched his chin thoughtfully.

"Hmm, I guess we could figure a way for you all to pick which country you want to stay with."

Selena raised her hand. "What if we don't want to stay with the countries?"

"Non-sense, they're hot men, why wouldn't you want to bunk with them? Now America go get a hat!"

"So, every country in this rooms' name is in this hat. Each of you will pick one and that will be the country that you stay with," Obama said proudly. Casey's eyebrows furrowed.

"How is us chosing who we stay with? This is ridiculous and childish-"

"Oh, oh me first!" Selena yelled as she stuck her hand in the hat and ruffled around. Jacquelyn and Casey shared a look. 'Figures,' they thought in unison. Casey could've sworn she felt a sweat drop on her forehead.

"I'm staying with," Selena said as she unfolded the paper she had drawn. "Russia. Cool!"

Selena almost squeked in surprise when Russia all but materialized behind her.

"Hello, comrade! Become one, Da?" Selena looked behind her with a somewhat nervous look on her face.

"Uh-"

"Maybe later pal," Casey interrupted as she dragged the elder twin away from the creepiness (although be it unwitting creepiness) that is the former Soviet Union. Jacquelyn walked up to the sports cap of ambiguous team support, moving in more of a shuffling motion than a walk.

She stuffed her hand in the hat in more of a jerking motion than anything, and pulled it out in quite the same way. She unfolded the tiny slip of paper that she held in her grasp. "Britain," she said in a deflated manner. Casey sauntered up and slapped her friend on the back.

"Ha ha, you get the one who can't cook!" She teased. Britain made another sound of indignation and moved forward to introduce himself to his newly appointed house guest.

"Yeah well, you still have to pick from the hat too," Jacquelyn pointed out. Casey almost visably deflated.

"Oh, that's right." Casey turned around to look at the Obama Vision. "Can't I just go with my sister?" Obama shook his head.

"Ahh, nope sorry. Against the rules." Casey's eyebrow rose.

"What rules? We're drawing names from a goddamn (insert football team name here) hat!" Obama shrugged. Selena moved in closer to her sister.

"Casey, just get it over with already." Casey sighed and stomped over to the hat.

'Okay, who's left? Japan, Germany, Italy, the other Italy, my own sad excuse for a country, China, the French pervert, and . . . I feel like there's someone else but I can't remember. Oh - Canadia!'

She pulled her arm out and unfolded her own paper. "Oh, Italy. At least it's one who can cook."

'I feel like I'm forgetting something about his character though. Something very prevalent . . .' Casey's thoughts were interrupted when she felt a certain cheerful Latin boy glomp her from behind. 'Oh yeah.'

"Yay! You're name's Casey right? Cool! When we get to my villa, wanna make pasta with me?" Casey looked up into Italy's smiling face and found she couldn't say no.

"Ugh, alright," she groaned. "Would you get off me now?" She could hear Selena chuckling and Jacquelyn cracking up.

Casey glared in their direction. "Shut up!"

Suddenly, a wild Romano appeared. "What the crappola? No way I'm living with a random chick who I literally just met two moments ago." The three friends nodded in unison.

"The tomato doth haveth a point," Jacquelyn agreed. Obama shrugged.

"Uhh, oh well. I get out in, like, what? Nine months? I don't know, anyway - deal with it. Obama out!" the U.S. President yelled before his Obama-vision blinked out. Casey made a face.

"The hell? What even-"

"PASTAAAAAAAAA~"

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A/N: What the hell did I just write? I don't know.

So, because I have this on another site it's really easey to just move this from Wattpad to . That's why the second and third chapters are put so quickly. It'll most likely take awile longer to get the rest of the chapters out from now on.