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Stuck in Hetalia
(Vicki's POV)

Why do I feel so warm? What's this weight on me? I blinked my eyes open and rubbed them. I saw Addi was resting her head on my stomach. Sarah kicked off the blanket and it surrounded me. I managed to slide Addi off of me and sat up. After a while, I realized that Sarah was already up.

"Hey, Sarah?"

"Huh?"

"How long have you been awake?"

"Only a couple minutes."

We woke Addi up and she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. I fluffed the pillows back up to a plump form and straightened the blanket, but I didn't feel like making the entire bed. Sarah looked at me, as if asking a silent question.

"This won't take long."

Addi asked, "What're you doing, Weirdo?"

"Making it look a little better."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Don't know. I guess I don't like sleeping in others' beds?"

Sarah rolled her eyes and left. Once I finished, Addi and I ran out and saw her standing in front of Germany. He was wearing his white tank top and green pants, his hair wasn't slicked back and he was resting rather calmly.

Sarah poked him in the cheek.

Addi and I froze. Oh god...

Sarah poked him repeatedly, "Wake up. I'm hungry."

Germany grunted and opened his eyes, sitting up. His eyes widened and he cursed softly in German. He quickly stood and ran to Italy's room, rushing in and barking at him to get a move on.

What was going on?

Addi grabbed his wrist, "What's wrong? Why are you running everywhere?"

He answered, "There's a world meeting today and we're going to be late!"

Italy strode in, wearing nothing but his pink boxers. Sarah yelled at him to put clothes on while she threw multiple pillows at him. He shrieked and raced back into his room, coming out five minutes later wearing his blue uniform. We stood there watching the two run around.

Sarah said, "Hey, what are we gonna do? You can't leave us alone."

Germany stopped and sighed, he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Alright. You three are coming with us, okay? We're going over to America's so, behave yourselves!"

We nodded and after a rushed intake of breakfast, ran out and hailed a cab.

Sarah asked, "We're taking a car?! Do you have any idea how many miles away Germany is from the U.S.? We're really gonna ride a taxi?"

Germany and Italy nodded. After a while, we arrived (much to Sarah's surprise).

Germany knocked on the door and we heard a voice yell, "I got it!"

Then, we found America at the door with a goofy grin plastered on his face. He waved to Germany then looked down and saw us.

"Who're the little squirts?"

"Zese are girls dat Italy found. Apparently, zey don't have parents."

America smiled and patted a scowling Sarah's head. Addi giggled and nudged her, who swatted her hand away. America let us in and led us to a room with a really long table and multiple chairs. There were some people (nations) already sitting down. Everybody stopped whatever they were doing after they heard the door open and close.

"O-K losers, Germany and Italy have arrived with some squirts here!"

This is a dream come true. Yesterday was Italy, England, and Germany. Today is the whole world!

France stood and came to us, bending down to our levels, "Oh, zey are so cute! I am France! Bonjour mes petits anges!" He grabbed Addi's hand and kissed it.

Sarah yanked on his hair, drawing him away from her, "Stay away, Blondie. Don't make me mad, I will beat the crud out of you, got that?"

Everyone seemed shocked by her outburst. France whimpered, "Please, not my beautiful face!"

Sarah looked daggers at him and let go. He scrambled away from her. We heard England laugh and insult "frog-face". Soon, people started surrounding us, asking a bunch of questions that Sarah seemed to be answering with as little interest as possible. It was nice to be fawned over, this was quite exhilarating. Is this how Addi feels when she's surrounded by populars? As if on cue, the Munchkin smiled, still managing to look adorable. I guess practice makes perfect, huh? She was probably used to this kind of treatment. I waved at everyone. Addi, Sarah and I introduced ourselves to everyone.

"Hey! I'm Addi!"

"Sarah."

"My name's Victoria, but they call me Vicki."

Then, China asked, "Do you think they're countries-aru?"

Countries? I wonder if that's possible. Could we be countries? Well, we're not, not now. But, couldn't it still happen? I mean, if there's a way to take you back to 10 years old, there could be a way to turn you into a country, right?

England responded, "I don't know. They don't have parents. It's a possibility."

They started to talk among themselves.

America spoke up, "Well, who's gonna be their guardians now?"

China picked Sarah up, "She's cute. I can be Sarah's big brother, right-aru?"

France called, "I want her too!"

Sarah glared at him, so he backed down, "Never mind."

Since no one (else) really seemed to object, so China put her on his shoulders, holding her legs so she wouldn't fall. It was quite an adorable sight to see. Sarah scowled, "Don't ever call me cute. And I'm not your little sister. I'm fourteen." No one heard her add, "Or at least I used to be."

"You are fourteen? I'm four thousand. So I'm your older brother, okay-aru?"

She was about to argue but then sighed, holding onto his head. Addi waved to Sarah, laughing.

I saw Canada smile and tap Addi's shoulder. She turned around and grinned, "Hi, Canada!"

He seemed happy that she knew who he was and he shyly said, "I was wondering, could I be your big brother?" She smiled and nodded.

Again, France intervened, "Well, then I want zis one too!"

Addi ignored him and held out her arms. Canada hoisted her up. I waved and she waved back. A lot of waving going on...

I looked around, turned, and ended up bumping into someone. Falling back, I saw Russia eyeing me, threateningly. He smiled, "You spilled vodka… on my scarf."

He grasped me by my collar and whispered, "I'm gonna make you my slave. After you beg for mercy!"

Oh no. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No! I sniveled.

Suddenly, Romano stepped forward, "Back off, vodka bastardo."

I stared at him with astonishment; he rolled his eyes and took me from Russia. Russia just smiled and stalked off with his pipe sticking out over his shoulder. Poor Baltics…

France didn't bother with me. Thank god. Watching Russia threaten me scared the pants off him.

Romano went back to his spot next to Spain. He placed me in Spain's lap, "She's my younger sister now, so you're her nanny."

I peered up at Spain curiously and he just smiled, "Of course, my pequeno tomate!"

I turned to Romano who was blushing. I laughed because he was exactly the shade of a tomato! Spain looked at me, "Hola pequeño, do you know Spanish?"

"Sólo un poco."

He smiled, "No worries! With me, you'll learn Spanish easily."

Romano smirked and ruffled my hair, "You're not terrible for a brat."

Instantly, it seemed all the excitement died down and everyone was arguing (as they usually do). I really love it here. Italy and Romano are my big brothers now! Maybe we can delay our search. Maybe. After the meeting was over, France and Prussia came over.

Prussia proposed, "Hey Spain, let's go get some beer!"

France added, "And wine!"

Spain told them, "I think I'll pass this time. I've got someone to take care of now."

Prussia complained, "Aw, come on! Just leave her to Romano."

France offered, "Or, he could bring her along."

Spain said, "Romano wouldn't like that. And do you honestly think we should bring her?!"

Prussia countered, "Why not? Let's just go! Bring the kid."

Spain sighed and picked me up. We headed out and Prussia took us to this creepy place with a dirty vibe. It was cramped and people were drinking this foamy drink in a big glass. Prussia got one, chugged it, smashed the glass on the counter, and asked for a new one. France was multitasking in the corner: flirting with girls while drinking wine. I looked up at Spain and he patted my head apologetically.

I shrugged, "I'm hungry. Can we eat?"

Spain nodded and placed me on a stool. I waited for him. He came back a few minutes later with a cup of orange juice and a sandwich. I wonder how he got it, in a place like this. I ate it all anyways. Then Prussia came back with a huge grin on his face.

"There's a club down the block! Let's go!"

Spain hesitated but agreed nonetheless. So we got France, and Prussia led us to a building that had bright purple lights and booming music. We managed to get in. It was filled with people drinking and dancing.

Spain frowned, "Seriously, Prussia? What is Vicki supposed to do here?"

"Dance? I dunno. Hey brat, wanna dance?!"

I shook my head and answered "no". He shrugged and went off to drink more beer. How is he not drunk? Or maybe he is?

I scanned the crowd for France and discovered him coquetting with more women, drinking wine. Obviously. Spain and I left for the bar to avoid dancers.

He ordered a glass of water and said, "Sorry for bringing you here, of all places pequeno. Lovi's gonna kill me!"

The bartender eyeballed us, "Yo, what's a kid doin' here?"

I gazed at the him and tilted my head, confused as to why he was looking at us funny.

A woman walked up to us, "Hey, is this adorable girl yours? She's beautiful! …Like you…"

Oh, not this crap. I raised an eyebrow at her. She smiled down at me. Her mouth said one thing, but her eyes said another. I glanced up at Spain and asked, "You're not going to leave me alone, right?" I put in the whole lip quiver and tearful eyes for extra affect. He shook his head and stood.

Looking to her, he said, "Sorry, but I've got to go."

I rested my head on his shoulder so when he turned around, I mouthed the words 'in your face, slut!'. Her entire head turned red and she huffed off, sashaying across the dance floor.

Spain told Prussia we were leaving. He shrugged, "Your loss. See ya!"

So Spain took me to his house. When we arrived, Romano was sitting on the couch. He glared at Spain, "Do you know what time it is?!"

"Um no. What time is it?"

Romano growled out, "Midnight. Where were you?"

Romano was mad. He stormed up to Spain, the whites of his eyes huge while he glowered intensely. He hissed out, "You went to a club, with my kid sister!"

Spain winced, "I'm sorry. Prussia dragged me there. Please don't be mad, Lovi."

Unexpectedly, Spain hugged Romano. Romano blushed and I giggled.

I spoke up and defended him, "It's okay, Romano, I had fun! Don't be angry, nothing went wrong."

Romano mumbled and nodded. He picked me up, "It's time for bed, let's go."

Spain sighed and went into his room. Romano took me to his and changed me into a small outfit that looked like his clothes when he was a kid. He lied down in his bed and I lied down next to him.

How was this possible? How could this have happened? Yesterday morning, I had been in our school's gym, finally graduating from the hellish junior high with my two best friends. I remember the leftover Brazilian barbecue I had had for breakfast that day. It was delicious. I remember my real younger brother, Bruno, hogging the bathroom and not even letting me grab my hairbrush. Why couldn't he take a shower some other time?! Just thinking about it irritated me again. I remember... meeting Addi and Sarah outside the school doors, chatting about summer break and the upcoming high school life. I remember my classmates signing my yearbook with a bunch of random things they thought were funny. Inside jokes, compliments, and cute drawings filling up the blank pages that were supposed to be used for signatures. I even remember part of that day's talent show. There had been one particular act I had enjoyed. A dancer, an amazingly talented dancer from the sixth grade. And finally, I remember us three, walking down the street towards my house. The temperature outside was warm, even though it was dark and late. A really comfy night for sleeping over. Until, we arrived at the shortcut. The shortcut that somehow transported us, transformed us, and turned the starry night into a sunny day. Remembering all this made me all the more excited for tomorrow. But it also made me regretful. What if I wasn't ever gonna live that life again? Is that what I wanted? I didn't understand any of this. And today, I woke up in a stranger's house (is he still considered a stranger if I know him from the show?), traveled to America in a cab, and visited a night club for regular drunkards. And to top it off, I'm about to sleep in a bed with a completely new brother. One I had just met this afternoon, as well.

I realized that I had been silent for five minutes. Glancing at Romano, I wondered whether or not I should tell him about today's events. I decided I should, if not for his sake, then for mine. I definitely needed a distraction. No good dwelling on that stuff, at least, not now.

"Lov—I mean, Romano. There was this woman who was flirting with Spain. I drove her off for you."

He looked at me, shock clearly written on his face. He smirked, "You pulled off the 'sweet innocent child' act, didn't you?"

I nodded happily and he messed up my hair. "Yeah, he always falls for that. I've been using it against him all this time. You know, you're cute. But not tough. I'm gonna teach you some things, alright? And you can call me Lovino."

I yawned. When I laid my head on his pillow and felt sleep overtake me, I closed my weary eyes as I felt a hand gently pat my head before I completely fell asleep.

Alright, sorry if it felt too fast-paced for you. Well, please review! And the next chapter is gonna be in Addi's POV, then we'll do Sarah's. Buona Notte~! (030)