Hmm...Is it possible that I'm actually enjoying writing this? Why yes, yes it is xDD So because of this, I decided to update a little earlier than I originaly wanted to :) So please, enjoy~

I DON'T own hetalia or Supernatural.

I stare, unsure of what to think of the whole situation. Sure, I knew there were personified countries out there that I think purposely exist to drop my IQ twenty percent, but I didn't think I'd see a whole gaggle of them in one room! All of them are staring back at is with a deadly silence that only adds to the awkwardness.

"Oh my gosh! I know you two! Don't you remember them Russia?" A blond man in glasses comes running up to us and gives Sammy and I a pat on the shoulder. I know who he is. How can you forget that loud, obnoxious voice?

"Hmm. I'm sorry, I don't" I look at the tall man in a long tan scarf, also known as Russia. I remember finding him by the graveyard when I was going to burn that ghost's bones. Man this man scared the living daylights out of me. I'm mean seriousy, who the hell carries around a faucet pipe?

"That's funny, I sure remember you." I mumble under my breath.

"Oh come on dude! Sam and Dean? They fought that ghost thingy-ma-bobber!" He says for a lack of a better word.

"Spirit." Sam corrects. I see Russia's face light up and he nods.

"Ahh. Da, I do recall the moment now." He stands up and walks over to shake my hand. "We meet again." His smile is warm but I can tell that deep down underneath the calmness, there's a freakin' psycho waiting to pound someone's head in.

"Eh heh, yeah." Sam says and turns to America. "Now America, what's up wi-"

"Woah woah woah, wait a sec. Did you just call him America?" The man that yelled earlier asked Sam.

'Yeah..."

"Mon dieu! Amérique, do they know?" A French man asks from the back.

"They threatened to kill me!" America raises his hands and I can't help but laugh. Oh the memories. The British man comes flying up to America and grabs him by the neck, shaking him violently.

"You idiot! That was suppose to be a secret! Now they know who we are you fool!" America, too, grabs him by the neck and does the same.

"Well they would've found out sooner or later!" They continue to argue until a scream echoes through the room. Everyone stops and looks the far left corner where a man with raven black hair sits in a fetal position, rocking back and forth. A red headish man with a wierd hair curl to the left begins to cry softly.

"Please Japan, calm down aru. Everything will be okay, I promise." Another person says, trying to soothe the other that I know as Japan.

"What happened to him?" I ask curiously.

"He's gone nuts, idiot!" A brown haired man, that looks like the red head but only with the curl on the opposite side, snaps at me.

"Well sorry, I didn't know!" I growl back.

"Please, don't fight with him Romano." The other curly-cue cries. Romano clears his throat, obviously holding back his words, and turns away.

"Dumb Americans" He gripes.

"Hey!" America shouts to him. "That's not funny!"

"Im not laughing!" Romano shouts back. Sam, some of the other nations, and I stand back, silently watching yet another heated arguement.

"Shut up!" A man with slicked back hair and blue eyes bangs his fist on the table, standing up abruptly. "We're not here to argue! This is no longer a world meeting, this is a battle for our own sanity! There are two nations that are mentaly unstable at the moment and all you nations can do is fight!" I can tell by his accent that he's German. He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose in aggrivation.

"Is this normal?" I just can't help but ask.

"Sadly, yes." He groans, trying to calm himself. "Now," His voice is strong and powerful, "a proper introduction. Tell us who you are and why you are here."

"Why should we tell you?" I question.

"Oh!" America raises his hand like he's in a classroom. "If you don't want to tell them, can I?" His smile disapears when I glare daggers at him.

"Because you know who we are, now we need to know who you are." Jeez, doesn't that sound familiar?

"I'm Sam, and this is my older brother Dean." Random mumbling is heard from another crazed nation in the background. "I came here because last night while I was taking a walk, I found sulfur in the back of your building. I told Dean that we should investigate, and here we are."

"B-But what are you guys?" The red head with the italian accent asks.

"Where hunters." I grumble.

"What does hunting deer have to do with anything?" Someone pipes up. I smack my forehead, already annoyed by these idiots.

"No, we hunt the supernatural." Sam explains more calmly then I ever could. I notice the green eyed nation shuffle uncomfortably at the word 'supernatural', but I don't think much about it because I'm to curious about the covered injuries all over his face. A couple band-aids lay scattered across his cheeks, while a thin wrap circles his forehead. He even has a minor black eye to match the rest of his apearence. Then, the fidgeting of a few nations brings me back to my attention, and I realize they're not laughing.

"What? No laughing, no 'you guys are nuts'?" I say. Every nation either shifts in their seats or looks down at there feet, as if they found something interesting.

"After all the stuff that's been happening, I'd believe it." The nation that asked what we were whimpers. Suddenly, a smile flashes on his face and he comes skipping to the front. "By the way, I'm Italy!"

"North Italy!" Romano shouts to him, shaking his fist in the air. Italy ignores him though and starts introducing random countries.

"That man's Germany," Italy jabs his thumb towards the one with the slicked back hair, " That's Japan, the one who screamed. That's France-"

"Bonjour." A man with wavy hair purrs, giving us a wink. That's...a bit creepy.

"He's China-"

"Nihao." China's to busy comforting Japan to really greet us. In fact, he doesn't even give a single glance our way.

"Spain, Romano, Finland, Sweden, England-"

"Or the United Kingdom of Northern Ireland and Great Britain." England, the one with the bandages, interjects; though Italy is not phased.

"-Hungary, Austria, Greece, and Egypt. Then of course there's America and Russia, but it seems you two already met them," I see America wiggle his eyebrows when Italy says this, "I must remind you though, some nations are in another room two stories above us." He takes a big gasp, carmel eyes widening as a thought hits him. "I know! I can take you to them, follow me!"

"N-No thanks Italy." Sam cuts him off before he drags us out of the room to meet more people. "But, we would like to know what exactly happened to...Japan over there.

"Well..." His eyes become more moist with tears and he's taking more time to answer. It's as if a vaccume cleaner sucked all the liveliness from the man. All of a sudden, Japan pushes China away from him and grasps his head full of black hair.

"W-We will escape n-n-nevermore. Nevermore!"

Italy is bipolar xD /bricked/

Poor Japan and the other nation that I haven't decided will be crazy yet xD lmao I was going to put accents, but I felt as if I was butchering them and it would annoy you guys :O So I took em' out.

TRANSLATIONS!

Bonjour= Hello

Nihao= Hello

Mon dieu= My god

And in case you couldn't figure it out, Amérique means America :3

Hope this chapter was longer :O Don't have word count on here D: Lots of errors and spelling mistakes will be found, sadly :/

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