Disclaimer: I hereby declare that I do not own Hetalia.
AN: Why does this says I have 2 reviews, but when I go look, there is nothing there. Am I hallucinating or something? OH WAIT NEVER MIND THEY REAPPEARED I AM SO HAPPY NOW... sorry
After explaining what had happened to England to Scotland (Or rather, I doodled moustaches, cats and writing "King of losing things" all over England's face with a washable Marker, America was downing a carton of milk and Canada explained.) We decided on sleeping arrangements.
"Na-uh. No way am I sleeping with a guy." I said automatically.
"But I don't want to share with Mattie!" America whined, after finishing his second carton of milk.
"I don't want to share with anyone really..." Canada said quietly.
"Look, you two idiots take the beds and I'll take the floor." I said, sitting down and leaning against a wall.
"You sure Minerva? That floor does look pretty hard..."Canada asked.
"Eh, I had worst." I said, reminded of year 7 camp, where it turned out there was not enough beds for everyone. The teachers insisted the boys to be gentlemen and sleep on the floor, and the girls take the beds, but I slept on the floor, giving up my spot for the guy who had an allergy for dust mites.
And with that, I fell asleep.
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The next morning, I felt a hand on my shoulder, shaking me quite hard.
The ADHD side of my brain went into instinct mode, and I reflexively punched the personification of the United States of America in the nose.
"Whoa, dude! For a skinny person like you, you punch like a truck!" America exclaimed, holding a hand over his now bleeding nose.
"Gee, Thanks. And I'm sorry about your nose." I grumbled darkly, knowing full well that no matter how much I eat, I'm going to a skinny, ADHD child. I've eaten about 4 whole dinner plates during before mentioned year 7 camp. (Imagine a generous amount of boiled potatoes, a large cut of steak, and a huge amount of salad and a piece of corn cob on a plate.) And I only gained a kilogram. One freaking Kilogram.
Damn you, inhumanly fast metabolism.
Anyway, I gave America tissues for his bleeding nose, which was healing up pretty quickly. (Much to my disappointment) and I walked over to Canada, who was awake, but very groggy.
"Hey there, Canada. You awake?" I asked, snapping my fingers under his nose.
Canada gave a sleepy nod and promptly went back to sleep.
Then we heard a high pitched, horrified scream outside.
I flinched, and covered my ears.
Canada was startled awake and fell out of the bed.
America jumped 6 meters into the air and stared at the door.
Gathering our courage, we opened the door and took a look outside.
Apparently, other nations had the same idea, or were coming out the elevator to see what the horrifying scream was (Seeing China in a pair of track pants and a shirt with a hello kitty design on it was beyond hilarious.)
We all stared at the door which behind it was the room where England, Scotland and Wales were staying in.
Wales came out and said "England doesn't want to come out because he says he looks..." Wales looked back inside the room and a voice that definitely belonged to England screamed "INDECENT"
Then England was shoved out of the door by Scotland.
I had to admire my own handiwork.
Everyone stared at the nation for a whole minute, the hallway in dead silence.
Then, Lichtenstein began to giggle.
Everyone soon joined in (Well, Russia gave that smile) and began to laugh as the country that invaded 99% of world became very red.
I am not going to explain what happened next, except it involved a moose, Switzerland firing blanks all over the place, Tomatoes and two nations trying to beat each other with poetry. And Nobel peace prizes.
Oh, and six turtles plus a llama.
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After everybody had calmed down (England managed to wash it off his face, and we explained to the hotel manager what had happened) everybody decided it was time to head back to their own countries.
I travelled with Canada by taxi, and I asked Canada something.
"Hey, Canada" I began, making something with a stick I found before going into the taxi, wire, string and a handkerchief I found in my bag. "How am I going to go through airport security? " I finished.
"You're not." Canada said plainly.
"Huh? What?" I asked, adding the finishing touches to my creation.
"I have a private plane. Most Nations do."
"Oh. That makes plenty of sense."
"Nice boat." Canada complimented.
I nodded and stared out the window, drumming my fingers on my leg to the tune of Playschool's theme song.
Yes, I watch it still.
No, I'm going to explain why.
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Arriving at the airport, and getting on the plane (I managed to get in without a passport by Canada saying "She has a situation where she doesn't have one") I fell asleep again, and this time, I dreamed something pretty weird.
Ok, to be fair, I don't know if being ADHD gives you weird dreams or that is just me, but this one was weirder than normal. (This isn't saying much.)
This one however, wanted to tell me something.
I stood in a world that had a red sky and really dark blue that it was almost black water, the water only up to my ankles. There were telephone poles, traffic signs and traffic lights all over the place. Staring around, I thought to myself "Idiot. You said you could control this. Think of mutant hedgehogs, or giant butterflies or even Giraffe Sheep, but anywhere but this place!"
Sadly, my brain, in the first time since the last time I had adream in a place like this (It was more of a nightmare... I woke up and ended up pissing myself. I was 7) failed to comply.
So, did what I did with real life.
I took a step forward.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
I stopped midstride and swerved around, to see someone who looked like exactly like me.
I freaked out. A lot.
"Who the hell are you? You can't be me, because I'm me, not you." I asked, looking at the person in my demented mindscape.
"I'm you. Well, your mindscape in the least. I'm your conscious." I said, pointing at her head.
"Um, what can I call you? And please change into something that is not me." I said.
"Ok, how about this?" asked me, and she turned into a young girl from the park, the one that I called Heather, mostly because I found her playing in a field of them. (And the fact I can't place names with faces)
"Kind of better. So, what brings me to my own mindscape that made me piss myself when I was 7?" I asked, kicking the water.
"I want to tell you something. You've been...taken here, per say. Like so many before you." Heather said, leaning against a telephone pole.
"Taken? What for?"
"Whoever controls the universe, believes that you have something that can help them."
"What the hell do you mean?"
"You're different from the others. You're ADHD, you're curious, and you aren't a fan girl. You only watched Hetalia because you needed info about WW2. They think you can make a difference because of that." Heather said, smiling slightly.
"But why. Why drag humans into this?" I asked, taking a step towards Heather.
"Nations, for a long time, believed they were invincible. They only began to learn about the lack of invincibility from Prussia, a dissolved nation."
"And?"
"We called humans to teach the Nations humanity and humility. Because they have none." Heather said, before opening a palm to reveal a small pistol. "I will go now; I believe your flight is almost up."
And with that Heather picked up the gun and pressed it against her temple
And pulled the trigger.
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I jolted back into reality as the plane touched the runway.
I nearly pissed myself.
'You okay Minerva?" I heard Canada ask as we walked out of the airport.
"I'm fine." I muttered while my thoughts went "Yeah, teach an immortal Humanity and Humility. Don't the nations already like that? I have no idea..."
"Well, welcome to Quebec!" Canada exclaimed, spinning around on a foot in the snow.
I smiled at the Canadian's antics and took a step into the white powder.
Man the stuff was deep.
My foot went several centimetres into the stuff and I cursed.
"Ah, sorry about that..." Canada said, rubbing the back of his head.
I rolled my eyes and continued making my way through the stuff, every now and then cursing whenever I hit something with my foot.
We arrived at a modest home and Canada led me inside.
And what greeted me was a recreation of"Operation: Turn Hotel Room patriotic".
Except it looked like a Maple Bomb exploded.
"Canada, there are three levels of Patriotism. There is Australia, then Canada and finally America. This is freaking America on maple steroids." (Somewhere in the States, a Certain American Sneezed)
Canada shrugged and walked into what I supposed was the kitchen.
I sat down and stared at the fireplace opposite me.
"Humility and Humanity. The two thing I must teach to the immortals who been alive for hundreds-no millions of years. How do I even know that I have those traits?" I asked m self silently, playing with the boat I made earlier.
Standing up, I chucked the boat into the fireplace, gave Kumajiro a pat on the head and walked off into the kitchen. Then I paused.
For I swore that I saw Heather in a mirror.
But when I blinked my eyes and looked again, all that was there was my reflection.
