Note: Italics is for Amanda's thoughts, song lyrics (which I do not own), and what the countries say while inside the pin.

Warning: Romano, awkward dog-pile, and lots of dialogue.


Chapter III: Maybe Not Just a Pin


"Aiya~! Who turned out the lights!?"

"Who cares…? It's easier…to go to…sleep this way…"

"Brother, are you all right?"

"Yes sister, but where are you?"

"Would whoever is on my stomach please get off!?"

"No way, jerk England!"

"Sealand!? How'd you get here?!"

"The same way I did, just not as awesomely!"

"Oh bugger~"

"Ve~ It's dark! Fratello, I'm scared!"

"I'll 'old you tight, Italy~ Ohhonhonhonhonn~"

"Touch my fratellino and I'll sic Spain on you, pervy bastard! Chigi~!"

"But Lovi, I can't hurt one of my friends, not even for you~"

"Then get off of me 'cause you weigh a fcking ton!"

"Wait…this isn't the meeting room?"

"WHAT TIPPED YOU OFF(-ARU~)!?"

"HEROIC INSTINCT! AHHAHAHAHAA~!"

"Why is my butt vibrating – oh~! Someone's down here~"

"Mein Gott, I can breathe… Verdammit Russia, don't poke my eyes out!"

"Kesesese~ Bruder, vhat have I told you about being a butt-kisser?"

"Zhat 'e can only kiss mine?"

Romano lashed out with a fist as soon as he managed to pull himself out of the mess of tangled bodies. "Dafuq pervy bastard!"

"M-Maple, that hurt!" Canada, who the Italian had punched instead of France, fell out of the pile and flipped a switch as his hand ran along the wall seeking some sort of support. A light flicked on in response and the countries gave various cries of protest at the sudden light. "Where are we?!"

Japan, who had just managed to catch his breath after being pinned between America (whose voice had somehow come from the other side of the group) and China, peered out the strange window in front of them. "If I am not mistraken, we are on a prrane."

_-Hetalia-*'

Not long after their plane took off Amanda reached into her carry-on and fished out her iPod by its earbuds, which had somehow come unwound from around it. A slight glint of light caught her eye and she managed to catch the globe pin before it fell to the ground. "Hmm, this could snag on something down here. I should put it somewhere else." She mused to herself even as she secured it to her jacket pocket, then paused. Strange. It almost looked like the continents had shifted slightly – hadn't Asia been more on the left side than the right? Maybe she was just tired; they'd had to get up awfully early in order to get to their flight on time.

~…Well the years start comin' and they don't stop comin'/ Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin'…~

Amanda closed her eyes and allowed herself to nod slightly to the music's beat while turning up the volume a little. She'd made it a ritual to listen to this song at least once while moving because it offered a sliver of hope that the next place would be better than the last.

~…So much to do, so much to see, so what's wrong with takin' the back streets…~

The teen got ready for the chorus, her favorite part, by tapping the volume a little more.

~Hey now, you're an all star/ Get your game on, go play/ Hey now, you're a rock star/ get the show on; get paid~

"AND ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GO-O-OLD~; ONLY SHOOTIN' STA-ARS BREA-EAK THA-A MOOLD~!" Fortunately Amanda had enough presence of mind to hit the pause button on her iPod but the horribly loud singing continued. "IT'S A COOL PLACE, AND THEY SAY IT GETS COLDER…heeey! I was just getting warmed up!"

"Amanda, you okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, just a little headache. Maybe I need a snack."

Her guardian smiled and closed his eyes again. "Not too much though."

"Kesesese~ so the awesome me vas right about you being a headache, Alfred!" An obnoxious voice with a German accent cackled.

"But the hero has to be loud! How else are people going to know I've arrived to save the day?!"

The soft tones that chimed in next were a relief to her ears. "America-san does have a point..."

"Japan, please refrain from encouraging Alfred to use his outside voice in such a small space."

"BRITISH ACCENT~!" Amanda mentally squeed as she broke into a coughing fit. "No, I'm fine dad. Just trying not to choke on my breakfast bar. Turbulence and all that."

Sam Thomson frowned in concern (he hadn't felt any turbulence) but knew his adopted daughter would let him know if she was in any serious trouble.

Fortunately her guardian didn't ask any more questions before he went back to sleep – the upside of him not having enough time to grab a cappuccino before the flight. However, it also meant that she was the only one who could hear the voices since no one else was making a fuss about the noise they made. "I must be really tired to be talking to myself."

"No way I'm a part of you – I'm too awesome." The German voice countered.

"Gilbert, shut up." Another person with the same accent cut in before Amanda could say anything. "Young lady, you are not tired or going insane –"

"Duude, Germany, enough with the intro. Hey Amanda, I'm America, your country~!"

"Shut up! Just please, shut up and leave me alone!" The girl hissed and threw the globe pin into her carry-on. Everything had been fine until she'd decided to wear it and she was too tired to deal with whatever it was doing to her brain. "Country personifications…pfft~"

Dealing with the problem later when she was alone seemed more appropriate than flipping out on the plane, but for now Amanda planned on drowning the issue with music and a couple of hours of sleep.

_-Hetalia-*'

"Why do you just have to jump into things, America?" England scowled and crossed his arms. "I raised you better than that! We could have learned what happened to us if you'd gone slowly!"

"It's not my fault Germany was going to take all day with the introductions!"

"Non, it's Angleterre's for surprising her in zhe first place. 'Im and 'is 'British accent,' which is not even close to being as elegant as mine~"

"Come here and say that to my face, frog!"

"And be close enough for you to take advantage of? Not a chance~"

The other nations ignored the following fight (except for America, who encouraged it) and went to a corner of the new space to try and create a new plan of action for when 'Amanda' contacted them again.


[Edited 6/8/15]