Thank you so much for the reviews! It makes me really glad people appreciate this story :D Ehehe I'm able to upload faster cos its the weekend~ YEAH MAN! ITS WORLD CAPS LOCK DAY! (In my book at least) So I'm commemorating it by using it excessively in this chapter~ :3

CLAIM: I do not own Hetalia only my OC~

Now, since we're gonna go with the fact that I seem to have just as much bad luck as the Alice of Wonderland, don't I get even some lease? I mean, at least Alice gets to wander around a bit before getting taken by the Queen of Hearts and all. I'm in England for heaven sakes! Don't I get visitors rights or something? I'd like to at least see the big ben, I mean I'm never gonna have the opportunity to come here again. That is, if I get out of here alive of course.

"I DEMAND TO SEE MY EMBASSY!"

"Your have an embassy da?"

"I HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!"

"…"

Yeah, basically I took to shouting every line I've ever heard from police dramas upon waking up. And yes, they put the Russian pyromaniac in charge of watching me. Or should I say stalking me. The dude's been staring at me for this whole entire time! I know I'm beautiful and awesome and held hostage but isn't that all that watching a tad bit excessive?

Right now I'm shouting while sitting on this very plush and posh king sized bed in one of the fancy bedrooms here. (Situating myself as far from Russia as possible) They initially wanted to treat me as an actual hostage, meaning shoving me in a dungeon somewhere, but the English bushy brows thought that since I was a lady, it would be unfitting to put me there. Go figure. The late afternoon sun is streaming through the window, bathing the room in a warm golden red glow. Russia's sitting on a chair a near the door staring me down. Isn't this just the loveliest setting for a romance drama? I'm surprised there isn't any heartfelt songs being played by an unseen orchestra yet. By the way, that was sarcasm.

Russia hasn't moved an inch other than to answer my shouting once in a while, always with his unceasing smile. This guy is definitely giving off the rapist aura. Suddenly, as if reading my mind, Russia stood up and strode over to me. Heart thumping, he lent down, grabbed me by the shoulders and started to speak.

"Become one with mother Russia da?"

Yup. Definitely a rapist.

"HUUH? G-Get away from me you creep! HELP!" I screamed, going completely pale as the tall imposing Russian man continued to smile down at me.

I grabbed a wide fluffy pillow from beside me and held it up, ready to be used as a weapon if really necessary. Luckily for once, the door to my personal prison opened, revealing China, America and England. At least the dudes had good timing. Time seemed to pause briefly as everyone froze in place, taking in the scene in front of them. Which would be me, holding a fear-inducing pillow of death in front of my face to protect myself, while Russia continued to stare me down in hopes of me becoming one with him.

China seemed to snap out of it the fastest. Racing over while yelling "AIYAHH!" he wrenched Russia off of me and stepped between us in one swift movement.

"You cannot make her one with you aru!" Seriously, this guy's acting more heroic than the American hero in the bomber jacket. Oh wait, he's shaking in his qi pao…

"That's okay. After all, one day, all will be one with me da." He dosen't seemed put off in the least at the intrusion. In fact, as if to add on to the creepiness of that statement, Russia. Is. Still. Smiling.

"Dude, you can't steal all my hero moments! I was gonna save her from Russia!" America whined, walking over to China and me. Now I'm seriously worried. Can they ACTUALLY read my mind?

"Maybe it isn't such a good idea to leave her with Russia… We should rotate the guards then."

"Oooh then as the resident hero here, I'll take next watch!" And with that, I was stuck for the rest of the day listening to America rave about the wonderfulness of calorie loaded fast food.

Russia talks too little and creeps me out. America just talks too much and annoys the crap outa me. Hey. That's my job as the hostage to annoy my captors. Not the other way round. He's loud and somehow still able to talk, or more like mumble, without choking on the burger and soda that he's constantly consuming.

I was pretty suspicious of the laws of physics ever since I fell through the plaque and down the hole but now I'm seriously beginning to question it. Where does America even put all that food? It seems to me like its appearing through the magical portal that is the inside of his jacket. But I'm getting a little too tired to properly wonder about that at the moment. Apparently, falling unconscious twice in one day really takes it out of you. Even when America offered me one of his many burgers as my dinner, I wasn't able to say yes. I was hungry, sure, but I was not going to eat any of his mystery burger X. No matter how many times he claims that its from his beloved Macdonalds. Besides, I to carry out my plan to get out of here. My one last resort.

"Are you gonna follow me IN the bathroom?" I asked America snappily as he made to walk into the loo with me. We had gone from my captive room into a different hallway at my plea to use the toilet.

"But I'm supposed to watch you!"

"...GET OUT YOU PERVERT!"

"H-Hey! I didn't mean it that way! I'm not France! Oh um okay then, I'll just.. stand outside…"

After I finally convinced my clingy captor to wait outside while I used the loo, (thank god I'm a girl) ,I was finally able to carry out my plan. Whipping out my handphone from my back pocket, I quick as a flash punched in my mom's mobile number and waited on bated breath for her to pick up. England is just on the other side of the Earth right? So there'd still be connection. I mean, its not like its in another world or something. Unfortunately, from the other end, I could hear an odd beeping noise that I've been dreading.

No signal. With an odd choking noise coming from the back of my throat, I slid down on the hard cold marble floor, phone still clutched in my hand. The room went blurry as I concentrated stifling the hysterics.

Rip rip rip. Gasp gasp gasp.

I'm actually in another world.

Gasp gasp.

"Uh are you ok in there?"

There's no such thing as 'human personification of countries' in my world.

Gasp. Rip rip.

Falling into another world. Seriously, how clichéd is that?

Sob sob sob.

How am I supposed to wake up from this dream and get home?