Rosalina: Suuuuuup dudes!? What have you been doing while waiting for the new update in this awesome story?

America: I was being the hero of course! Saving people from commies and showing them the beauty of the stars and stripes!

Germany: *facepalms*

Rosalina: *kicks nearby chair*

China: *bangs head in nearby wall*

Russia: *takes a big gulp on some vodka*

England and France: *fight*

Japan: *conjures a camera out of midair and starts snapping infinite photos*

Authoress: What has Hetalia done to my life?

Italy: *eats a shitload of pasta*

Danielle: *eats a pack of old skittles she found inside her purse*

Caitlyn: *watches Brazilian soap operas*

Canada: *remains as a background prop*

Rosalina: Damn it! Alfie surely knows how to make everyone do actual stuff! Look at that!

America: 'Cause I'm the H-E-R-O!

Rosalina: Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that.

Danielle: Let's start the chapter?

Caitlyn: *takes eyes from phone* I thought you'd never ask!

Rosalina: I'm too lazy for disclaimers. Japan, do it for me?

Japan: The authoress of this story owns nothing except Rosalina, Caitlyn and Danielle, who are fictional characters strongly based off real people.

Danielle: Thanks, Kiku!~ *hugs Japan*

Japan: *struggles to breathe* Personal space…

Rosalina: And that's the reason why I don't like being hugged.

Authoress: Oh, oh! I almost forgot! I tried a new way of translations, see if you like it better! They are all between [] and in bold.

-Previously in How To Live With Hetalia-

We quickly got out of the elevator and followed the little bright white hallway between my apartment and my neighbor's, until we got to my doorstep. Before I could unlock the door, Arthur rushed to my side and pressed his left ear in the wooden door, "What are you even doing, bro?" America asked, as everyone observed the British in that awkward position.

"Eavesdropping, you git. What does it look like?" I think he regretted asking that question, because before Alfred could open his mouth to say something irrelevant, Arthur cut him off, "Don't answer."

"What do you hear, aru?"

"All frog's language." The Englishman lifted up from his position, "My ears are bleeding."

"Je déteste me plaindre, mais Mario ne suffit d'appeler Luigi gay? [French-I hate to complain, but did Mario call Luigi gay?]"

"I heard a soft male voice from inside. Definitely there's someone there, and what? Mario and Luigi? Gay?

"That is being French." Russia is now the new Captain Obvious. Congratulations! Calm down and accept your prize!

"Voilà ce que nous aimons à croire. [French- That's what we like to believe.]"Now it was a girl's voice. Certainly Caitlyn's. Her voice, despite the language difference, sounds pretty much the same, "Voir, Mathieu, qui est pourquoi Lina acheté ce jeu, pour se moquer de lui. [French-See, Matthew, that's why Lina bought this game, to make fun of it.]

"Hey, I'm not an expert in French, but I understood my name, and someone's named Mathieu... " I started.

"Mattie?!" America exclaimed.

"Aiiiyaa ! He is here too, aru?"

"Who the fuck is Mattie?" I crossed my arms in annoyance.

"Pourquoi ferait-elle ça? [French-Why would she do that?]" 'Mathieu' continued speaking. He doesn't seem menacing, and by the looks of it, the nations know him...there's only one nation who's name resembles 'Mathieu' and speaks French other than France, Seichelles and Switzerland...

"Parce qu'elle est folle, voilà pourquoi ... Je ne peux toujours pas croire que personne ne vous a remarqué! [French-Because she's crazy, that's why…. I still can't believe nobody noticed you!]"

Fuck it all, fuck it all... I don't have paitience anymore...

I'm going to open this door right in this instant!

I pushed the nations (who had hurdled up against the door) aside and proceeded to unlock the door.

As soon as I did it, I stepped inside the house and depared myself with two different figures seating at the two sofas, playing video-games on the TV. One of them was blond and looked very suspiciously like Alfred, and was holding a CD-i controller, playing Hotel Mario.

Well, that explains the 'Mario and Luigi gay' stuff I could distinguish among the French the two were speaking. Even the crappy song could be listened.

The other was a ginger haired girl who was sprawled in the sofa, her left hand raised, holding her phone, and headphones on. There was a sack of chocolate chip cookies beside her, probably my sack of chocolate cookies she stole from my sacred heaven.

By the looks of it, Cat was probably watching some Brazilian soap operas on her phone, using my internet. I told her not to do that, because to catch the signal from miles away takes too much of my already crappy connection. I noticed that behind me, England and France started to fight, calling the two French speaking people's attention. Cat took out her headphones and just stared at me, while the blond boy turned to us and I could finally see who it was...

"Canadia, dude! We didn't see you there!" America pushed me aside and ran to his brother and crushing him in an embrace. Ruuuuuuuude!

I think it has been a loooong time since I had such an eventful day like this one.

-Reality in Rosalina's POV-

I watched, annoyed, as Caitlyn lifted an eyebrow while munching on a chocolate chip cookie (Cat and Dan are the reason why I have no food) as America almost breaking Canada's spine in half while they hugged.

"I'm glad to…see you too…" The Canadian struggled to breathe under the American's gasp. See? That's one of the reasons why I don't like when people touch me. It's more like self-defense.

Then something clicked on my brain.

Canada had been here all along.

And I didn't even bother to notice.

I freaking ignored Canada like everyone else.

He's now probably plotting his revenge against me.

Is he?

And where the hell is Kumajiro?

Oh dear God.

"I thought you would never come back, I've been here for ages!" Cat tossed her phone and headphones into the sofa as she stood up to face me, while I still was at the doorstep, meanwhile the nations (excluding America) were all hiding behind me, what a bunch of cowards!

Caitlyn is so cute when she's angry! Her short curled ginger hair dances around when she speaks, it's so cute! And her voice, he he he, it sounds like a little mouse. Damn it, Rosalina! You're distracting 'zee awesome readers' from the main story! F-O-C-U-S!

Anyway, Cat was wearing a white tank top with a picture of Darth Vader and the following words 'Vote Vader for a Better Galaxy' written in black. She wore a pair of black leggings and pink converses, and apparently, only now she had noticed that there were more people beside America, Canada and I, because she blushed lightly and calmed down a bit.

Before we continue our super-duper fun little narrative, I must point out a few things about the ginger haired Caitlyn:

She.

Is.

Weird.

Not that I'm any less weird than she is, because if I said that, I would be a total hypocrite.

Remember when I said she speaks lots of different languages? Like all (except for Spanish, which is Dan's field) the fucking Latin languages? As it happens sometimes with bilingual people, she has a different personality for each one. Creepy, isn't it? She's like Gollum and Sméagol, only she is Chiara, Belle, Maria and Dacia for Italian, French, Portuguese and Romanian respectively.

Because I love you guys, (I mean, the people who read about my life the way it is now and laugh their asses off out of my misfortune [or fortune, who knows]) I will only talk about Cat by her real name, not by one of her different counterparts' names (given by me), even if she acts like them.

The real Cat is shy (shy to the point of stuttering when around people she doesn't know), introversive, weird (the type of person who will spend hours upon hours discussing what would've happened in Star Wars if Anakin Skywalker had never turned evil), geek and also kinda hipster , which annoys the crap out of me. She's so hipster that she refuses to ride cars, so she only goes around on her motorcycle.

Chiara, AKA the 'Italian Caitlyn' is completely paranoid over stuff. If you think that I'mparanoid and suspicious of everything, you've never seen Caitlyn when she speaks Italian. One day she was completely sure that the old lady back at the convenience store close to her house was trying turn her down to the Mafia (which, of course, she's not in debt with, at least that's what I prefer to believe).

Belle, the French-toast version is strangely outgoing, self-confident, and wants to be noticed (like 'notice me, senpai') by everyone (it's the complete opposite of her true self). If Canada didn't speak French, I doubt Caitlyn would have spoken to him in the first place.

Her Portuguese counterpart, Maria, is naïve to the point of stupidity and often say things she shouldn't. For example, one day we were at the beach (only pointing out that I was dragged to the beach against my will) and she started to ramble about how eight-month pregnant woman shouldn't go around in bikinis.

Finally, Dacia is the Romanian, who is the most stuck in the mud freaking formal and 'mature' hipster to ever cross my path. Really, I hate the Romanian personality. End. I still didn't forgive her for refusing to help me with my Mozilla Firefox because it was 'too mainstream', or as they say in Romania: … Fuck it, I don't know what people say in Romania.

Uh, enough of talking about Caitlyn, because the true star of this story is obviously yours truly. With all of that out of the way, let's move on:

I watched as America let go of his brother and the blondes started to stare at me with poker faces. Canada, freaking Canada was actually smiling. I sighed, then turned around to face the other nations,

"Guys, how about you get off my back, eh? I don't feel comfortable with Francis hanging out where I can't see him."

"Don't worry, ma-chérie[French- my dear], l'amour[French- love] should never be forced, but if you insist in wanting to see my Eiffel Tower, I'm always available…"

"No, thank you!" I replied, trying my best to sound uninterested while shoving a very unhappy China and an amused looking Russia inside, "Now get inside the house!" I gestured for everyone to get inside before closing the door. Not with the key and all, because Dan is probably on her way up here with the Axis.

"Oh, hello there new dudette!" America dropped the bags he was carrying on the floor (now that he let go of Canada) and was now staring creepily at Cat. "I'm America, the name's Alfred F. Jones! Hey, you're kinda cute, so let me be your hero?!"

Caitlyn just stood there motionless as the events revolved around her. I was also staring at stuff, but I was struggling not to have a fit of giggles on how stupid everything was getting.

England deposited his bags on top of the dining table before scolding America, "Get away from her, wanker! You're making her feel uncomfortable! Let the gentleman show you how it's done-"

"Gentleman, vous [French-you] Britain?" France cut the green-eyed blond off, "Don't make me laugh! This charming gingembre cheveux [French- ginger haired] girl surely wants to talk to me!"

"Che diavolo? Si prega di smettere di flirtare... o qualsiasi altra cosa questo è, io non ti conosco, così marcia indietro! Gli stranieri sono pericolosi![Italian- What the hell? Please stop flirting... or whatever this is, I don't know you, so back off! Strangers are dangerous!]" Caitlyn stared wide-eyed at Francis and Arthur, who now had their hands wrapped around each other's throats. Delightful, simply delightful.

For some reason, Caitlyn suddenly backed away from the fighting boys and hid behind me. She's a lot smaller than me, so I must be a pretty good shield for her. Actually, she always hides behind me when she gets uncomfortable around strangers, which is the case right now.

"Care to explain what's going on?" She whispered into my ear, as I felt her tiny hands gripping my shoulders (her hands are so fairy-like that I can barely notice them on top of my shoulders…even though I wouldn't really mind Caitlyn touching me). Cat's probably on her tiptoes to be able to reach my ear, which is probably too high for a petite girl like her.

I watched as America was now having a bet with China about who was going to get away with more injuries: England or France. "Good afternoon to you, Kitty-Cat." I said, a bit pissed at her lack of good manners.

Well, I think I've spent waaaay too much time listening to Arthur's blabbering to pick on people's lack of politeness.

And of course I would point that out using my ultra-awesome secret weapon: Sarcasm.

"Yes, yes it is! Although I think it might rain later." I really didn't expect my ginger haired friend's reply. I know that Caitlyn is not dumb, so that kind of answer would be incompatible with her intellect.

Is she fighting my sarcasm back with MORE sarcasm? Nah, she's probably just quoting the movie 'The Hobbit'.

Meanwhile I was having a little pep talk with Cat, the rest of the room was in utter chaos, well, except for Russia, who was leaned against a wall smelling his sunflowers (do sunflowers smell good like roses? Better yet, do they smell AT ALL? I don't know, and I'm not going to be the one to steal Ivan's sunflowers to find out).

I turned around to face the ginger haired Caitlyn before saying, "Stop quoting The Hobbit!"

"You were the one being all shady and weird!" Her 'almost' exclamation wasn't really heard by the others, because America and China were still watching France and England verbally fighting and yelling 'GIT!' and 'IMBECILÉ[French- imbecile]!'.

Before Cat and I could become part of the pandemonium that's being held in my house, Russia literally appeared by my side, "Подсолнечник [Russian- sunflower], where can I find a vase to put my flowers?" The Russian was something like double Caitlyn's height, a fact that freaked the ginger haired girl, because she once more hid behind me.

When I say she's shy towards strangers, I mean it. At least she's not her French counterpart right now, because that would be lame.

"It's at the kitchen; I'll get it for you, Ivan. Just a second. " I replied, gesturing for the platinum blond guy to go to the kitchen, which he obeyed. I turned to Cat, who was now clutching my shoulders again, "Caitlyn, get off me!"

"B-but there are so many people!" She whined, still behind me, "Mesmo eles sendo tão bonitinhos [Portuguese- even though they're so cute]!"

If there's a thing that I hate more than I hate the Illuminati and strawberry ice-cream combined is not understanding a single word when people speak in a language I don't know. It's terribly frustrating, although I get this feeling quite often in Spanish classes. I sighed, removing her hands off me, "I'm not going to be here to protect you from strangers forever, you know." I said in the softest tone I could.

"I know." My friend nodded.

"I think we've had enough of that fight, don't you think?" I smiled, gesturing France, England, America and China with my eyes. I could see Canada saying 'Hm, you guys, wait a minute!', but as usual, nobody was listening.

Caitlyn started, "Are those supposed to be…?"

"France, England, China and America? Yes." I finished.

"I was going to say 'crazy Hetalia cosplayers', but your sentence makes less sense." She crossed her arms and frowned.

"But they're not cosplayers, it's something far more interesting and creepy than that." I replied, now making my way to the kitchen where a very patient Ivan waited, holding his sunflowers close while leaning against the fridge. Say, all of this 'Hetalia in my house' is indeed creepy.

"T-tell me how d-did this happen." She gestured Ivan with her eyes subtly. Caitlyn followed me into the kitchen, amidst the delightful sound of French cussing, but she didn't get inside the kitchen with Ivan and I, for two reasons: one, the room is too small to fit a big guy such as Ivan and a tall girl such as me and a hobbit such as Cat (she instead seated at one of the benches at the balcony). And two, she'll not be comfortable around Russia, "A-and w-where the hell is Danielle?"

Meanwhile Cat was blabbering/stuttering, I was opening random cupboard doors in search of a big vase for Ivan. Speaking of him, he was watching me quietly, with his back to Caitlyn and was not even minding her or the other Allies. "It's a long story…" I managed to say, when I finally found a good looking glass flower vase.

It was rectangular and very stylish, which was probably a gift from my godmother. She has a terrific sense for house fashion. Caitlyn was still talking to me, but Iwasn't talking to her.

Seriously, the cupboard shelve I took this vase from was probably unused for years, because it smelled like cheese, which I guess is not a good sign. Because of that, I decided to check if the flower vase was okay on the inside as well by looking inside it and-What the hell is that! Eww! It's all covered in cobwebs! I almost let the vase fall on the floor but managed to control myself, after regretting blowing inside it (therefore spreading cobwebs all over my beautiful face).

"R-Rosalina, are you even listening to m-me?" I guess the groan I emitted after your sentence was a sign that I actually wasn't, Cat.

I turned around to face a surprised looking Cat and an amused looking Ivan. There must be lots of dust on my face…

I've had enough of shit, "Here, put water inside." I shoved the vase into Ivan's chest.

Russia watched me as I cleaned my face with a piece of cloth that was lying around nearby. "But-"

"Get by it!" I cut him off, storming away from the kitchen, "Paska! [Finnish- shit!]"

I was really trying my best not to snap, but it is simply impossible. I need to control my temper before I start kol-ing. People who can't control their emotions are most certainly week, therefore I need to control myself.

"W-watch your mouth, Rosalina." I didn't even pay attention to Cat's scolding as I intervened in England and France's fight. I've had enough of the aftermath of the 100 years war.

"Yo, enough of fighting! Geez, can't you guys be quiet for just half a second?" I stepped literally in the middle of the two blonds and glared at them.

Arthur crossed his arms, "Rosalina is right, frog. Behave!"

"Avez-vous jamais regardé dans un miroir, Angleterre? [French- haven't you ever glanced at a mirror, England]?" Francis was about to start kicking Arthur's ass if I hadn't been right in the middle.

"Really dudes, stop." America called out, only now looking at me. I forgot to mention that he, China and Canada were much more entertained with Ivan taking care of his sunflowers than anything else.

"America is not interested in a fight? That's new, aru." China added.

I clapped my hands together, "Let's pretend we're a nice and stable family, shall we?" I started to push Arthur towards one of the brown sofas that adorned my living room and made him seat down, "Iggy and Francy-pants, you guys seat on opposite sofas." I did the same to Francis, only in the other sofa, "There!" Then I did the same with everyone else, "Now, America, seat with Iggy and Canada. Then China with France and Cat."

"How do you know my name?" Matthew lifted an eyebrow lightly. Oh. Shit. "Have we been introduced yet?"

I didn't plan to put that sign up for the nations to know that they're not exactly 'nations' and that they're nothing but an anime. How will I get myself out of that situation? Think, Rosalina, think!

What would Dr. Neo Cortex do? A good thing is that Caitlyn is always there to take me out of awkward situations such as this one, "Je lui ai parlé de toi, Mathieu [French- I told her about you, Matthew]."

Canada's eyebrow returned to its normal state as the other countries who didn't speak French were with confused expressions (and in that we can include myself). "Dans ce cas, il est très bien [French- in that case it's fine]."

"Je ne sais pas si je suis le seul qui est de trouver cette situation extrêmement effrayant [French- I don't know if I'm the only one who's finding this situation extremely creepy]." Francis observed. I hate when I can't understand anything people are saying.

"Je peux vous garantir que vous n'êtes pas le seul. [French- I can guarantee that you're not the only one]. " Oh great, now French will be Cat, Canada and France's secret language so they can talk shit behind the other's backs ? Hell no ! Only over my dead body !

"That was a good one ! " America laughed, as if he was able to understand anything, "Dudes, I can't understand a single word you're saying in this freaking fabulous language ! "

"I-I'm sorry. " Caitlyn stuttered lightly. That happens sometimes when she's nervous around people.

I positioned myself between the TV and the sofa where Alfred, Arthur and Matthew were seated, so that I could have a good view of my surroundings. Speaking of surroundings, where the hell is Danielle and the Axis? I just hope she didn't try to play around with the elevator's buttons.

"Something is not quite right, aru." Yao glanced at a very uncomfortable looking Caitlyn seating beside him, "How did you manage to break inside the house, anyway?"

"Je dois une clé, comment aurais-je entrer [French- I have a key, how else would I enter]? Caitlyn retorted. She was probably annoyed at the Chinese and that's the reason why she swapped to her French version.

I could hear Francis giggling.

"Those weird events only be happening in America." Ivan observed, all the way from the dining table, which was now adorned with a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers. I instantly regretted snapping at him, 'cause he's still smiling and all!

Alfred's ears twitched in a very weird manner at the sound of his country name, "Who called?!" He then turned to face Ivan, "Oh, it's you, commie."

"Why so obnoxious, America?" Arthur facepalmed.

Why so obnoxious…that reminds me of The Joker. Not that I care or know anything about Marvel…or whatever company owns Batman.

Alfred, however, didn't seem annoyed at Arthur's comment as much as I was, because he was now poking Cat's ribs with his elbow, "Don't mind him, new chick, I'm not going to stop loving you or Danielle or Rosie, 'cause you're like, my new favorite citizens!"

"Si prega di smettere ... Pericolo straniero ... [Italian- please stop...stranger danger...]"

I simply hate surprises, and guess what was my mood after being surprised by someone almost kicking open my front door? Anger. "Hell yeah! Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains and Lady of the Seven Kingdoms is back!" It was Danielle, and she was striking a very fabulous pose, like a superhero.

Well, that's my friend, I can't actually get mad at her. It's like Germany and Italy's relationship.

Behind her, I could see Feliciano engaging in a similar pose. Kiku and Ludwig were both with poker faces.

"Is this really necessary, Danielle-chan?" Japan asked, as he now noticed the awkwardness that was already installed inside my house, like, the whole thing with Canada and Cat.

"C'mon, Kiku! My name is already a mouthful, why do you keep adding more stuff to it? Call me 'Dany' or 'Dan'!" Dan glanced at Japan, apparently quite annoyed at him, because she had her hands on her hips. But since we're talking about good ol' Dany, her annoyance wouldn't last long, "And yes! That's the only way to enter Lina's house!"

"Mein Gott [German-My God], I've got two Italies now…" Germany tried to facepalm, but the huge amount of bags he was carrying prevented him from doing so. Ha ha.

I made my way to the door and shoved a distracted Italy from the doorstep and inside the house, then I closed the door, this time with the key, "What took you so long?"

"Veeee~ We were-a playing with the buttons on the elevator!" Italy replied, now jumping towards the dining table and depositing the stuff he was carrying on top of it.

"That explains a lot-" I mumbled.

Then I was interrupted by Danielle grasping the obvious, "OMG a new guy!" When she finally spotted Canada, she quickly ran to him (almost knocking me down) and hugged him, "Hiiiiiii! I'm Danielle but you can call me Daenerys Targaryen!"

Of course she would do that. She would introduce herself as Daenerys from Game of Thrones and would hug Canada. I mean, who wouldn't? He's so cute.

Anyway, I wandered around the living room as the nations gazed at Dan and Canada with poker faces. I'm not really sure, but I bet that some of them were jealous of the newcomer, but who am I to judge, right?

I smiled as I saw the blond Canadian blushing while being held in Dany's arms, "I'm Matthew…Matthew Williams."

"Don't you have a country name like the others?" My friend suddenly let go of Matthew and gazed at him with a dark eyebrow slightly raised, "And why do you look so much like Alfie?"

"We're brothers…and I'm Canada."

"Canada, cool!" Dan clapped her hands together in happiness. Her brown eyes then traveled between the nations who were still sitting on the spot I had asked (aka forced) them to. Of course, Danielle's quota of politeness is much smaller than mine is, so any type of greetings is dispensable, "Cat is ¼ Canadian, right Lady Stark?"

"I t-told you not to c-call me 'Lady Stark'." Caitlyn replied. She still wasn't comfortable around all of those new people. "A-and yes, I'm ¼ C-Canadian."

Is it just me or did her stutter get worse now that the Axis showed up? Oh well, I don't know…not that I pay any attention to people.

Dan sat with her legs crossed at the sofa's armrest closest to Canada and faced him, "So, since the others apparently magically appeared in Lina's wardrobe, did you come from the fridge just now? Because I didn't see you here."

I was actually thinking the same thing! I know Canadia is usually forgotten by people, but how did I forget him? Because I'm a bit careless and I'm not observant? Maybe. Maybe he arrived here after we left? That way nobody can blame my beautiful self for not noticing him!

"Serios, Rosalina, ce e în neregulă cu casa ta?[Romanian- Seriously, Rosalina, what's wrong with your house?]" Cat, please, don't talk to me in another language, you know I can't understand a word. I got pissed with her Romanian (at least I think it was Romanian), so I decided to ignore her constant attempts to try to make eye contact with me. Simple as that.

Moving back to Matthew… He fidgeted before replying to Dan's original question, "Uh, I was here all along."

"Really?" I gasped in surprise. And there goes my plan of ridding myself of the blame. But hey, I'm the one to blame as much as everyone else. Oh well, I kinda feel bad now…

"Was? [German- What?]"Ludwig seemed to have come back from the Kingdom of Lala land. Actually, I didn't even pay attention to the tall blond German as he was leaned against a nearby wall.

"How come?" Japan's turn now. He was also nearby, but he sat at one of the chairs at the table, watching the rest of us with curious eyes.

"I hate to complain so abruptly like this, but I was here all the time and no one bothered to notice me!" Matthew was now getting a bit fired up. One of my headcannons is that Canada is always hiding his anger, but someday he'll unleash it all and conquer the world. I mean, he's the second largest country in the world, hello!

Alfred chuckled before patting his brother's shoulder lightly, "Yo, Mattie, calm down. You're kinda overreacting, dude!"

"No, Alfred! I'm not overreacting! I was by your side the entire time during the world conference, and I even tried to stop Arthur's spell (that brought us here) but nobody even noticed." Wow. When I say that someday Mattie will rise up and kill everyone who mistook him for his brother or ignored him, I mean it.

Time for a very nice cut off by yours truly, "Aw Matthew! I'm sorry for any inconvenience…But I swear I'm not going to ignore you anymore." I walked up to the Canadian and did something I had completely forgotten how to do: I hugged him.

I'm a tough girl. I know it. I'm the kind of girl who doesn't show her emotions to anyone, let alone hug people she just met, but I know Canada from the manga and anime, which means I know him and the others for a long time, so there's no problem to hug him because I was sorry, right? "I'll make sure you're never ignored anymore."

"Thank you." I felt happiness when the Canadian hugged me back.

"Ahem." I heard an awkward cough. I really didn't know that awkward coughs had accents, but that one was certainly Eastern European. Russia? Oh well.

I pulled away from Canada and felt eyes on me. I instantly blushed and faked a cough.

"Where's my hug, dudette?" Alfred asked, smirking. Hell no.

"And moi's?" Francis joined in. See? That's why I don't hug people (well, that's one of the many reasons).

"Veee~ I want-a hug too!" Seriously now? Even Feliciano? With the corner of my eye I saw Ludwig facepalming and Cat rolling her eyes. He he, this entire situation is pretty stupid.

I returned to my former spot in front of the TV, where I could have a very nice view of all of the nations, "Sorry, but I already wasted my 'hug quota' of the day."

That was a very awkward reply. Anyway, a good thing is that Dan came to my aid by taking a little skeleton out of the closet, "I believe Matthew was saying something about a spell?"

"It was mine." Arthur replied, feeling quite proud of himself. As if his spell was so damn good that brought everyone to this mess right here.

You know what? I'll start charging the nations for every neuron I loose due to their stupidity.

"You screwed around with black magic for what purpose?" I asked, very curious about why on the first place would Iggy decide to cast the spell which brought everyone here.

"You should have known by now, Rosalina. If it involves westerns, it must be stupid, aru." Yao observed. I rolled my eyes, and as I did that, I met Ivan's purple gaze from all the way across the room. I gave him a ghost of a smile.

Arthur chuckled, "Ha, funny for you to ask, Rosa…" For some reason, the British man covered his head with a black hood. Where did he take that from? Why am I even asking? They're anime characters in my house, anything is possible now.

Anyway, this is going to be interesting… Very interesting. I just hope the reason for Iggy's spell wasn't stupid.

"As I'm a gentleman, I decided to bring some scones I made from scratch to my fellow friends." He started.

"Worst decision ever, dude." Alfred laughed.

Britain pinched the bridge of his nose, "Shut up while I tell my story, America!"

"This is just a story? I thought you were going to summon the devil." Danielle observed. I love how it's so casual for Dan to simply summon Satan in the middle of my living room. "Because of the funny hood and all…"

"Are you making fun of me? My family's magic is number one in the world, mind you!" Arthur retorted.

"Okay, okay, keep going." Dan gestured for the angry Englishman to calm down. I rolled my eyes.

"Moving on, I was very happy with my scones, and I offered them to everyone present in the meeting, but they refused to eat-"

"For obvious reasons." France intruded.

"No! They were yummy…but now that I think about it, I feel a little queasy…" Danielle observed. Oh great. She had a shitload of those lumps of coal, it was certain that she would get sick sooner or later.

"Why did you eat all those scones?" I asked, not really sure if I wanted to know the answer or not.

"They didn't even look good, Danielle-chan." Japan added.

"Hey! It's not my fault that nobody here appreciates good cuisine!" Arthur crossed his arms amidst the sound of several facepalms.

Danielle glanced at the floor before replying to my original question, "It's beyond me, you see, it's against my religion to turn down free food."

Feliciano opened his mouth (probably to ask Dan what was her religion), but I stopped him, "Don't ask."

"C-continue, please." I was kind of missing the real Cat, all her changes of personality made me dizzy.

"Fine, then," Arthur sighed, "Well, since nobody wanted to have my scones-"

"Not nobody! I had a scone!" Feliciano cried from the kitchen. I could already smell the delicious pasta he was making.

"But you ended up throwing up, Italien [German- Italy]." Ludwig facepalmed. Well, that makes sense, doesn't it?

"Oh, it's-a true…don't mind me, then!" Feli replied, now immersing himself once more in the couple of tomatoes he was cutting. The other nations (including me) let out small chuckles.

"Okay…So, then I decided to cast a spell on my tasty treats to make them even yummier than they already were." Arthur continued.

"Where did you do that exactly, aru?" Yao asked after he yawned. Well, I guess I'm not the only one who's finding this little story extremely boring. However, as much as I don't like it, it's necessary to understand the mysterious lines of circumstances that led the nations to be here in my house.

"While Germany was discussing pressing manners of course! I simply hid under the table and started to chant." Arthur replied, like it was super normal for him to slip under the table to cast one of his spells.

The more I get to know the nations outside the anime, the more I'm glad that they don't represent us in the real world.

"That explains the groans when I tried to kick America from under the table…" Russia observed, his childish smile never fading in the mention of hurting America. Well, can you blame him? Alfred is a pain sometimes and the two were involved in the Cold War for a couple of decades (I think…). Why am I defending a guy who goes around places carrying a faucet? I'll never know. Maybe because I said I would be his friend, and for once in a long time, I was actually being nice to someone other than Cat, Dan or my father.

Britain turned around to face the tall country who was seated at the dining table opposite to Japan, "It was you, Russia!?"

"You tried to kick me from under the table?!" America yelped, faking to hide his fear. Ha, ha. I had to control my sadistic side for not to burst laughing aloud.

"Дa! [Russian- Yes!]"

"Damn you! It did hurt like hell!" Arthur complained. I can imagine that a foot as big as Russia's would've hurt at least a bit.

"What can I do?" The Russian shrugged as if nothing had happened.

I decided it was time to make myself useful and avoid further discussions that might drift our attentions from the main topic of discussion (wow! I knew I could sound like a professional lawyer!) "Hey! Stop! Remember rule number…Uh…I think it was number six." Shit. I forgot my own rules… UGH! That's so immature of me! For a perfectionist such as myself, I shouldn't be worried about forgetting my awesome set of rules! Damn you, Rosalina, damn you. "Anyway, you get it!"

"D-did you start with y-your reign of terror, L-Lina?" Caitlyn asked like if it was obvious that one way or another I would force the nations to be my personal slaves, of course that wouldn't happen.

Wait…

That's… An awesome idea!

"Reign of terror?" Italy squealed, all the way from the kitchen. From what I can see, the auburn haired country was making a huge mess out of my kitchen, but I don't really mind, since I have slaves now who will clean all the shit up for me.

Or not. I know my plan sounds all nice and dandy but I actually don't have the guts to force people to do stuff for me like slaves. But, if they do stuff for me, it's like payment for living here, like rent.

Whatever…

Danielle's eyes lit up with the possibility of embarrassing yours truly, "Yeah, Lina has that thingy that psychoanalysts call… What was it?" She didn't even find the words to describe the illness…

I crossed my arms, a bit pissed, "It's called Superiority Complex, okay?" Oh crap, what did I just say? I know I've been diagnosed with this shit once, but it's not like I have a need to be superior! 'Superiority Complex' is just what jealous bitches label awesome people, hello! Nevertheless, nobody needs to know about my diagnosis (not to mention that everyone was freaking looking at me with poker faces), so I quickly added, '"And no, I don't have it!" I said, like a boss, "Move on with summoning the devil, Arthur."

"I was simply telling a story! What do you have with summoning the devil, eh?!" The somewhat angry Brit replied. He sighed at the sight of Francis rolling his eyes and Alfred giggling at me, "So, I started to say my magic words and instead of some nice scones, everyone ended up here with you, isn't it delightful!"

"I'm sure it is." Ludwig! It's my job to be sarcastic here! It's not like I have the constant need to be superior to anyone here! *cough* Superiority Complex manifesting itself *cough*.

Danielle felt the need to update everyone on the obvious, "Black magic, then?"

I can't even tell how on Earth I managed to keep all of the nations seated down for such a long time! I'm really a hero (or in my case, an evil princess). Everyone was looking at me now, (of course, being the center of the world has it benefits) France, Cat and China were all staring with poker faces, while at the sofa. Canada, America, Iggy and Dan as well, but in the opposite sofa (well, America was playing with his hands, so we can remove him from the count of people who are paying attention). Germany, Japan and Russia were at the table, minding their own business and Italy was turning my kitchen upside down. I hope that he'll clean everything up afterwards…"And by the looks of it, someone needs to spend some years at Hogwarts…" I observed.

"That's just outrageous!" Iggy retorted, finally removing the stupid-ass hood he was wearing. France giggled.

"So, was this all, like, a legit story and stuff?" Danielle asked, crossing her legs in her seat at the armrest of the sofa.

"Yes, it's true." Britain replied, slightly annoyed for my taste. My eyes travelled across the room and met Caitlyn's gaze. She mouthed something incomprehensible, probably something important, but whatever, "As much as it seems rather farfetched."

France joined in, "I 'ate to be in this position, but Britain is telling the truth."

"See?" Iggy jumped up from his seat and pointed at France, "Even the bloody frog agrees! Tell them, fellows, it's all true!"

I heard a chorus of 'yeses' from the other countries, so it was set. England's sucky magic brought everyone here because he failed in producing edible scones. How unusual.

"I-I'm just even m-more confused right now." Caitlyn observed, still stuttering, as she glanced at Arthur. Well, it would just be easier for my ginger haired friend to accept everything the way it is and not ask any questions about it (that's what Dan and I did some hours ago).

Yao finally noticed that he (nor the others) knew who the ginger haired girl was, and what's the best way to get a girl who stutters badly while with strangers to tell you her name? By asking, obviously! "Who are you anyway, aru?"

Cat shifted in her seat nervously, "I'm C-Caitlyn. Caitlyn M-Maher. A p-pleasure to m-meet you."

"Ohonhonhon~ Caitlyn! A nice name for a nice mademoiselle [French- lady]." Francis poked the girl's ribs with his elbow. I started to laugh. But then I remembered something: I was going to hang my rules up somewhere so that nobody would forget them…but where did I put the blasted list? When we left for Walmart I might've forgotten it at the table…! Yes! It might just be under all of those groceries I forgot to put away!

I walked to the dining table immersed on Japan, Germany and Russia's gazes, while Caitlyn replied to Francis, "Je vous remercie, je sais que je suis génial [French- Thank you, I know I'm awesome]."

"Elle est confiante! J'aime ça! [French- She's so confident! I like it!]" I started to look around in the infinite mess of shopping bags while Francis and Caitlyn were talking in French.

"Cat's so awesome she speaks French, Romanian, Portuguese and Italian!" Danielle observed. I was with my back to everyone else, but I managed to recognize her high-pitched voice.

"Si può parlare italiano anche tu? È fantastico! [Italian- You can speak Italian too? That's great!]" That voice was obviously Feliciano's.

Russia and Japan now caught on what I was doing, "Are you being looking for what?" Ivan asked, as he observed my hands messing stuff up even more.

"For my set of rules." I replied, not taking eyes from the table.

"You mean this one, Rosalina-chan?" Japan, who was seated opposite to Russia, lifted a piece of paper. I glanced at him and the paper was my list of rules. God bless Japan.

I took the piece of paper from Kiku's hands, "That's the one, thanks Kiku."

"No problem."

"Perché anche pagando attenzione? Non ti conosco! [Italian- Why are you even paying attention to that? I don't even know you!]" Uh oh, Chiara alert! I don't even want to know what Cat said.

Feliciano's jaw dropped. I wonder what the hell did Cat just say to leave our favorite Italian like that. Maybe her inner Switzerland manifested itself.

"W-Well, since I've t-told you my name, y-you should tell me y-yours." Multi-personality girl suggested. And yes, I'm the one who's said to have mental issues, when clearly Caitlyn is much more unstable.

Hell, scratch that. I didn't even notice that the nations are most probably cracked as well. The anime states that at least Russia is mental, but the rest probably is as well. We'll be a big, happy and unstable family.

Anyway, the nations told Cat their names and stuff, Danielle was giggling at Cat's poker face and nervous expression (I'm a bitch openly, but Dany is a closet bitch, I felt a need on pointing that out) and of course, *cough* Francis *cough* tried to flirt with her, both in French and in English (well, at least I think he was flirting with her in French, you see, I'm not an expert in the language of love).

I think it's time for me to end the awkwardness for Cat's sake, and what's the best way to do it? You're goddamn right: Rosalina style, "Yaaay, the introductions were made, now who will be kind enough to help a (lazy) lady to put the groceries away?" I turned around and gestured the table behind me filled with shopping bags. Some countries almost made a move, but Alfred was quicker.

"I WILL HELP YOU, DUDETTE! 'CAUSE I'M THE HERO!" America jumped up from his seat as I saw Caitlyn moving to seat down on the floor and put her headphones back on. Goddamn it, she's going to watch those blasted soap operas! What do I have against soap operas? Specially the romantic ones? They're all a bunch of lies, but I can't stop Cat from loving them, since she's a romantic at heart. Anyway, America quickly came to me and stood in my front, with his hands on his hips.

"Veee~ Oh, Rosa, Rosa! Can you get some olive oil for me please?" Italy cried, from the kitchen, as he waved his hands in the open space between the bar-like balcony we had and the kitchen, which was more like a window, really.

Since America was much too interested in helping me put my junk away, the others started to talk and not pay attention to stuff. I could listen to Cat explaining to people about the soap opera she was watching and Dan talking to 'Luddy' and Kiku about random shit. Anyway, Alfred shot a death glare at Ivan (I find their rivalry the funniest thing ever, the burning hate for each other is so huge, they might just kill each other at any moment….and yes another pairing I enjoy is *shhhhh* RusAme *shhhh*), "Hey Commie, you don't even have to get up, I'll help Rosie!"

That comment just made the giant Russian stand up and start grabbing shopping bags, while towering over Alfred, "I got here first, Capitalist scum."

Oh my God! He used my insult! I'm so proud of him!

Alfred's hands tightened the grip on some plastic bags, "No way, Commie!"

"Capitalist scum!"

"Commie!"

"Capitalist scum!"

"Commie!"

"Spongebob!" Guess who said it? It was obviously yours truly.

"What?" The two glanced at me. I had to contain myself not to go hysterical. I made America and Russia stop fighting with a line from Spongebob. "I'm awesome." I muttered under my breath.

-Somewhere in East Germany-

"HEEY AUSTRIA!" The albino Prussian called out, "It happened again!"

The angry Austrian stopped playing his piano, "Vhat happened again?"

"Zee vord."

"Vat vord?"

"Zhey used zee vord awesome again and zhey veren't talking about me." The Prussian walked from one side of the room to the other, "I'm getting a headache…"

-Back to Rosalina-

"I remember the episode where Spongebob interrupted Mr. Krabbs and Plankton's arguing just like that." I said, looking at the nice chandelier (I must point out that Ivan's head was almost touching it) we had in the living room.

"Stupid Amerika, if you hadn't been so immature, Подсолнечник[Russian: Sunflower] wouldn't need to be quoting that dumb show of yours." Ivan rolled his eyes. Hey! I felt offended by that! I like Spongebob!

"I have to put up a 'Made in China' sign whenever someone tells another is being immature, aru!" Apparently, everyone else (including me) ignored that unconstructive comment made by China.

"It's not dumb! I like it." I put my hands in my hips like the awesome bitch that I am. Both Russia and America raised their eyebrows in confusion. I sighed, "Okay, I admit, it is rather dumb, but I like it."

"Commie, watch your mouth on giving 'nicknames' to Rosie in your language!" Alfred exclaimed, now turning his attention to Ivan. The giant Russian didn't seem amused by the American, but his smile didn't fade.

"Amerika, you are so funny, Mr. Pipe would be wanting to visit you soon." What was really funny was seeing Alfred's face pale considerably as Ivan's smile widened.

The American quickly ran to the kitchen with the shopping bags he was carrying, before staying long enough to be able to see Ivan's dark aura. I had to struggle not to giggle, because it was just too funny. Ivan could make powerful men such as Alfred run away like a little cowardly bitch, but he didn't scare me. It was just amusing, "With him out of the way, we can organize the shopping, да [Russian- yes]?"

"Yup." I agreed. I also collected the remaining plastic bags (because Russia's large hands had already collected the biggest part) and took a little look at my other guests. Danielle was giggling with Japan and Canada (I wouldn't be surprised if she had told the entire story of her life for them in less than two minutes), and even Germany was with a ghost of a smile as he watched them. Cat was trying to explain her soap opera to China and France, but they weren't taking her very seriously.

"Rosiieee! Where can I leave this stuff?" Alfred asked from the kitchen, while he waved a pack of jellybeans. Hmm, I totally forgot about it!

"You can leave it at the counter; I'll take care of it!" I replied.

Alfred gave me a thumbs up, "Cool!"

As much as this nation-packed lifestyle will end up driving me nuts, I will enjoy this as much as I can, and who knows, I might make some new friends.

I made my way to the kitchen with my shopping bags, followed by Ivan. Inside, Feliciano was humming a song as he danced between pans in the stove and a counter full of flour. I smiled at his apparent happiness. Alfred was there as well, spying over Feli's shoulder to see what he was making.

I'll have to admit, whatever Italy was making surely smelled amazing.

When America noticed Ivan and I standing at the division between the entrance hall and the kitchen, he quickly ran back to the living room.

I rolled my eyes before squeezing myself inside the kitchen and started putting stuff away in the respective drawers and places in the fridge. In a matter of minutes, my empty fridge was now almost overflowing with food! Either way, it was a bit difficult to travel around the kitchen with both Feliciano and Ivan, because it was really overcrowded.

I approached Italy from behind while holding a shopping bag full of candy (which I was going to take to my room and hide) and glanced at the huge pan in front of him, "Hmmm! It's smelling great! What's in it?"

"Pasta!"

"And what else?"

"Pasta."

"So it's pasta àl pasta?"

"Si! [Italian-Yes!]" The Italian exclaimed. Hell, I'm amazed that he didn't even get mad at my suspiciousness. Normally people would just be bitchy and ignore me when I behave like that.

"It is indeed smelling very nice." Ivan agreed. I could feel that he was spying over my shoulder. How did he manage to squeeze in the little space that is my kitchen? Anyway...

"Grazzie! [Italian-Thank you!]"

I'm stupid, I know. My life is like a romantic comedy, except that there's no romance and I end up laughing at my own stupid joke, just like that: I decided to turn around even though I knew that Russia was directly behind me, and when I did so, I ended up in a very awkward position with the giant Russian in my front, craving his deep violet eyes deep into my blue ones, and the cheery Italian in my back. Both of them waaaay too close to me than what I would be comfortable with. I gulped, and managed to break the sudden awkwardness, "C'mon, Ivan, let's leave Feliciano alone with his pasta." That was the perfect excuse to avoid any type of contact between us.

"Да [Russian-Yes]."

Okay, when we were finally out of the kitchen, Caitlyn came running to me, her headphones resting in her shoulders, muttering stuff like 'I'll show him who's immature...', and said, "I'm s-sorry, Ivan, b-but I'll have to borrow L-Lina for a sec," Caitlyn didn't actually 'say' that to Ivan, she more like demanded. I hate to admit but she's even bossier than I am, which is not a good sign. Anyway, the Russian simply nodded and left Cat and I alone in the entrance hall, "You have a lot of things to explain, Rosalina."

I sighed, "I know." Because really, if I were in Cat's position, arriving here at my house and find a random guy cosplayed as Canada from Hetalia and when the others finally arrive there's a brief explanation that the reason behind all of this mess was England trying to use magic to improve the taste of his scones, I would find this situation extremely unlikely. Of course, she wasn't here when everyone fell out of my wardrobe and when I broke Francis' nose with a frying pan and it magically reconstructed itself. I'll have to explain stuff to her and to Dan, although Dany is much too oblivious to notice any type of difference despite the fact that she has new friends now, "Come to my room, let's talk there."

"How about Dan?"

"She's much too oblivious to things, she should be fine."

"I'll call her."

"Okay."

I watched as Cat glanced at Danielle and waited for the brunette to make eye contact while she chatted happily with Japan. When that happened, Caitlyn simply mouthed some words and Dan nodded. The sync the two of them have is unbelievable. Dan can pick up so many words even if Cat only mouths them! I can't even pick up a simple yes!

Cat noticed my confusion, "I told her to come to your bedroom with us, but she should provide some kind of distraction."

"I think I know what she'll do." We're talking about a girl who entitles herself as 'Daenerys Targaryen'.

While I watched Francis and Arthur quarrel about something or other, I noticed Dan jumping up from her seat unexpectedly, "How about we watch some Game of Thrones?" She suggested, looking for something inside her huge purse. After some moments of grumbling, she eventually took out a DVD case with the season 1 of Game of Thrones. How?

Just, how.

That purse of hers is serious witchcraft. Maybe she stole it from Gandalf and used some spells in it. At least the magic in Dan's purse works, unlike Arthur's crappy dark magic.

"Do you randomly carry the season one of Game of Thrones in your purse?" Caitlyn asked.

"You never know when there'll be an opportunity to introduce new people to the fandom!" Danielle exclaimed, skipping to the DVD device and standing there, watching the rest of us argue/don't give a damn/laugh our asses off the situation.

I was one of the people laughing my ass off. When I returned to my true self, I said, "I don't think everyone here is capable of handling this show, Dan."

"Veee~ Is it scary?" Feliciano squealed. Italy is exactly the person who wouldn't be able to handle that show, because of the huge amount of sex scenes and bloody deaths. Even I have trouble in handling too much gore.

"No." I replied, "But hell, there's blood everywhere."

"It reminds me of the rumors I heard when Russia was housing the Baltics and his sisters!" What an unlucky comment, America.

"ЧТО?! [Russian-WHAT?!]" I almost slapped Alfred across the face for making someone as cute as Ivan angry. I know he didn't torture the Baltics (that's what I prefer to believe, anyway. We can never be 100% sure about a person who carries a pipe around).

"Aw, don't worry, guys! I'll be here to comfort you and give spoilers so that our friends don't have the chance of being caught in surprise!" Dany clapped her hands together to cause dramatic effects.

"Geeez Danielle, don't you have anything better to show?" Caitlyn sighed, annoyed.

"Do you mean Brazilian soap operas?" Yao joined in, much for Cat's discontentment. She murdered the Chinese over and over with her stares.

"Hey! Those are good!"

I leaned on the nearby wall and sighed, watching the freak show in my house in amusement, "No, they aren't."

"Why do you take the rude Chinese's side, eh Lina?" I can see little Kitty-Cat is getting a bit angry.

Am I one of those people who likes to watch the world burn?

You bet'cha.

"Who's that rude Chinese you speak of?" Yao asked, smiling as Cat's pale face turned red as Spain's tomatoes in anger.

Caitlyn grumbled something incomprehensible under her breath, something in the league of 'Fuck you' in Romanian.

"What is this show about?" Ludwig asked, with an eyebrow slightly raised. He was still leaning on the wall.

"It's about a fictional world full of death and blood!" I could see Danielle's eyes burning with excitement after that exclamation.

"You watch this?" Kiku looked at Danielle in disbelief. Not only Kiku. Everyone present looked at her in disbelief. Well, when I learned that she was starting to watch that show, I had to control myself not to explode with laughter. Because really, would you ever imagine Danielle, freaking sweet and innocent Danielle, to watch that Mature Rated TV show? I'm sure that I wouldn't. But well, ever since season 4 came out, she has been watching it every week.

"Yeah, why?" The brunette is oblivious to her apparent personality as a rather shallow person, "Come on, Luddy, seat down and enjoy the show!" She quickly grabbed Germany's arm and made him seat on the sofa next to Canada. She then proceeded to set up the DVD, "Season 1, episode 1, we're all set, have a nice time!"

I mentally facepalmed. I don't know which one of the three of us is the weirdest. Cat, the one with five different personalities who for some reason apparently has a grudge against China. Danielle, the one who's appearance shows sweetness but is a closet bitch (I'm actually waiting for her to unleash all her might into someone, it'll be hilarious). Or me, commonly known as 'yours truly' or 'Evil Princess of the World' in 4Chan, who the others label as a ruthless bitch.

"Yay! We'll go on a secret meeting?" Dan smiled as she followed Cat and me into my room, "Feli told me about the meetings they used to have!"

Everything Danielle does now has something to do with Feliciano? It's Feli this and Feli that...Oh God, I'll have a headache. Either way, Feliciano was probably not supposed to tell Dan stuff, but whatever, I don't care.

We quickly got to my room and I closed the door behind me. It was bathed in sunlight that escaped from the window, and it had the always present 'home is where the heart is' aura. Only if you don't look at the utter mess that was my bed. I completely forgot that I didn't even organize it when I woke up. Oh, ooops, I forgot that I was woken up by a torrent of nations. Organizing my room was not in my original plans, sorry.

Dan, of course, was going to start poking everything she found interesting (even though she's been to my room a lot of times). But I didn't care when she started nuzzling my wardrobe, mainly because I could pretend she was actually thinking of ways the nations could've appeared inside there (and not what she was doing for real: looking at my hobo clothes). Caitlyn, on the other hand, sat on my bed.

"I didn't even tell you to make yourselves at home because of all of this 'nation-situation'." I started, once I noticed that Cat was still seated down in the mess of bed sheets and blankets that was my bed and not lain down.

She smiled, "Apology accepted."

"I wasn't apologizing." I just love how I can be so sweet. I put my bag full of candy in my secret location, which is totally not in my second drawer in my laptop desk. I sat in my nice spinning chair like a total boss, and of course I didn't need to spin around.

"Even when your sweetness meter is bellow average as usual, Rosalina, that doesn't keep me from saying that stuff here is not making any sense." Caitlyn now laid down on my bed with her belly up, glancing at me upside down, "Are those supposed to be, like, the real Hetalia characters? Matthew almost convinced me with his speech and the fact that nobody else bothered with his existence."

I think it's funny how Cat is always trying to act mature with her speeches, but she ends up laying down somewhere, causing the opposite effect.

"Apparently yes, because they simply popped out of my wardrobe, where my plushies should be." Speaking of plushies, I guess I'll have trouble sleeping tonight because of the absence of my things.

Danielle played with her dark hair still held in a braid as she looked around my wardrobe, "Out of your wardrobe?"

"Yup."

"And you simply let them stay?" Cat lifted an eyebrow, still upside down. Her short curls were sprawled around her face.

"They're not dangerous...just full of black magic." Well, that's the truth. They didn't do anything bad, beside flirting with all of us, but that's not bad.

Caitlyn looked at me in disbelief, "They're random black magic people and you just accepted them into your humble home because you felt lonely?"

"No, Cat. It was because I'm a kind person at heart." I replied. Duuuh! I'm not lonely! Why would I be? It's not like I've never been alone at home because Dad was in another country! But I've never been alone for a month...this kinda scares me... But I'm NOT lonely!

"In your dreams!" Cat retorted.

"Bite me!"

"You're acting OOC." The ginger haired girl rolled her eyes. As much as this sounds creepy and stupid, Cat and I use some Fanficton terms such as OOC, Mary Sue and other stuff. Caitlyn used to label Danielle as a Mary Sue, but I've convinced her otherwise because to be a complete Mary Sue one needs to be absolutely perfect, which Danielle obviously isn't (not saying that I am perfect, because we all know that I'm just not too far from it).

"That's true." Danielle agreed, "Lina simply said: Yay lets keep them as our pets 'cause they're cute!"

"I never said that." I defended myself. I don't remember being all lovey-dovey! The last time it happened I ended up cursing people in Swedish.

Cat finally sat down straight, "Maybe it was just your inner fangirl."

"Maybe." I agreed. I couldn't help it but smile, thinking how ridiculous this situation really is. Better yet, how ridiculous this situation would be if I allowed my inner fangirl out. I would probably dance like a retard with my arms clanged to Germany's and Russia's.

"Changing the subject, Lina told me that those were the real people of that cute anime you guys like to watch, but we all know that anime doesn't exist." Danielle closed the wardrobe doors and leaned against it.

"Well, when I arrived here there were marks of a very awful cook, who wasn't Dan, and we all know that you, Rosalina, can't turn on the stove or the microwave without help." As much as I hate to admit it, Cat's right. I can't turn on the stove or the microwave without help (that's actually one of the reasons why I always keep Cat on the speed dial), "And based on Matthew's explanation (and the fact that he said he was not alone) I could conclude that it could be in fact our friend Iggy. Or just a very good cosplayer."

"Cosplayers are out of question." I shook my head, "I'm telling you, those are real guys, when we first met, I slammed France's face with a frying pan, breaking his nose, then I passed out due to my clumsiness and when I woke up, his nose was completely healed. Tell me if this happens to real people."

"Nope." Dany agreed.

"What's funny is the fact that Lina is the one who's not questioning anything." Cat observed, smirking lightly. I smiled, finally she's understanding that I didn't go nuts.

"That's the deal, girls. Stuff's creepy, but we gotta get them home and try not to go nuts while they're here." I placed my hands on my hips like a bitch. My new motto is 'If you're a bitch, be that bitch. Don't hide it!'.

"Where'd they come from? Is there a parallel world where Hetalia exists?" Caitlyn now laid in my bed again like the lazy girl she is.

"I don't know…I don't think they know they've landed on a place without personifications." I sighed. I have a feeling that we'll have to explain stuff to them sooner or later, but I'll not be the one who'll do this. I'll let Kitty-Cat do it, since she's really fond of the Multiple Universes Theory.

Dan bit her lower lip, "I noticed that too, but I thought it wouldn't be nice of me to go around asking Feli, Kiku or Luddy where they came from."

"Anyway…they could be dangerous, especially when they say they've played around with black magic." Cat sat straight again, only to cross her arms in an apparently pissed expression. She's pissed at me for being a nice host? She should be pissed at France for flirting or at whomever called her 'immature' some minutes ago.

"It's fine, shut up and help me set the table. Feli's making pasta." Cat's smile after my comment told me everything. She'll be happy to help me in whatever crusade I get into with those nations. She's always the one who's got my back when I'm about to do something stupid. Well, that's what they say: 'Best friends won't let you do stupid things….alone'. I've known Cat for such a long time that this expression is unmistakable. "Plus, don't tell me that you've never wanted to be face to face with those guys."

Making Caitlyn blush was surely one of the highlights of my humble and awkward day.

Oh! One more thing before I forget, "And really, you guys need to stop entering my house without my consent just because you have goddamn keys."

"And you, miss, need to stop telling us to come over to handle some 'guests' and when I arrive, you've gone out without even telling me." She got up from my bed and linked her arm with Dan's before spinning around the room like a retard. I think I know what's going on inside my ginger haired friend's head: she's screaming 'I FINALLY HAVE AN UNDERLING!'.

"You're wrong, I'm right, let's move on, Kitty-Cat." I said, like a boss. Much like this little 'victory dance' Cat and Dan are performing. If it was for my enjoyment, I must say that they failed miserably. Jesus, I'm right 97% of the time. Who cares about the other 4%? I'm lucky that Cat and Dan don't mind my awesomeness.

"You could've texted me… But on the other hand, I wouldn't have met an abandoned cute Canadian." The two retarded girls continued to spin until we heard a somewhat unsure knock on the door.

"Uh, Подсолнечник [Russian-Sunflower] and friends, lunchtime is being ready!" I think everyone recognized the voice as nobody else's than Ivan's. He's thick Russian accent was very present as he said those words.

"Yaaaay! Feli's pastaaa!" I could really imagine Ivan's smile after Dan's comment. I think he's rather enjoying his time here at home.

"Weren't you feeling kinda queasy?" Cat asked, suddenly stopping spinning with Danielle and looking at her with a worried expression.

"I'm never queasy for pasta!" The brunette replied, letting go of Caitlyn's arms and running to the door. I just hope she won't end up exploding with food or worse, throwing up on the carpet.

"How'd that happen?" Cat asked in a low voice.

"What happened?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Russia called you 'sunflower'."

"Long story." It was the only excuse I could make at the moment. Actually even I didn't have any idea about the reason why Ivan insists on calling me a nickname in his language.

Cat didn't reply immediately, "A long story is just a short story one doesn't want to tell.

"HI. I don't care. Thanks." I finally said, as Danielle finally figured out how to open the door, and ran past Ivan who was standing there at the door (I think it's worthy pointing out that she almost knocked the Russian down in the tremendous speed she was in. Well, it's not recommended to stay in the way between Danielle and food) and made her way to the living room. Ivan nodded politely at us and followed the brunette back to the living room. Cat and I exchanged suspicious glares as we did the same.

Upon arriving at the living room, I noticed that the DVD was paused in the middle of an execution. I wonder if they were scared of that, because as far as I know, they've seen much worse. That show is obviously too mature for a person like Dan, but she manages to be oblivious about it.

The table was already sat for twelve people (I don't know if I'm more surprised at the fact that someone remembered to set a place for Canada or that my dinning table could fit that huge amount of people).

My eyes travelled across the room and found that Italy was back to the kitchen, with only one difference, he was clinging to Germany in apparent fear. Britain and France were discussing as expected, China and Japan were trying to figure out how to put subtitles, Russia was smiling as usual and America was trying to convince Canada of how awesome he was for not being scared.

"Veeeeee~ Dany, Dany!" Feliciano squealed as he saw her, "Your show was pretty scary!"

Dan giggled at that and Germany (who was still forced to be Italy's comfort object) facepalmed.

"Dude, it was awesome!" America jumped up. "Even though we just watched a part, because Italy was begging for us to stop."

France shrugged, "I couldn't pay much attention because of the boobs."

"Typical of a perverted frog!" England and France now started to exchange slaps.

I giggled. Those were my weird and funny nations.

"Come on, guys! The pasta is ready!" Italy finally called out. "Buon appetitto [a/n I have literally no idea how to translate this!]!"

And so we ate.

-Time skip brought to you by the Flying Mint Bunny-

Well, there were no notable events during lunch, unless you count these:

-France and Britain almost engaging in a fight with forks because the Frenchman mocked the other's inedible food compared to Italy's stupendous pasta.

-Upon receiving a plate full of pasta, Danielle had been warned by Germany that the plate was flipping hot, but she ignored him, claiming that she was 'Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of Dragons', and that fire could not kill a dragon. What happened? She burnt her hand. But that's not all! Amidst her crying in pain, she placed her hand over my heard and said 'Ahhh, so nice and cold.'

-Caitlyn almost engaged in a fight with China because she wouldn't admit that her Darth Vader t-shirt was made in China. Of course she was still stuttering.

-America tried to intervene in that fight claiming that he was the hero and all, but got bombarded by an ice cube directly out of my cup of Sprite.

-Germany facepalmed. 50 times in total. I counted.

-Canada was actually noticed when he asked for water.

-Japan managed to obtain a camera out of nowhere *cough* Danielle's doing *cough* and snapped infinite pictures.

-Russia is, as I discovered, a very nice guy to talk to.

It was almost late afternoon (well, guys, do the math, we spent a shitload of time in that Walmart, spent time with Feliciano cooking, then eating and stuff). I sighed. I'm the only one who knows how to operate the washing machine, so it ended up being my job to clean up the stuff Italy used for cooking (even though Germany helped me do it) and the other stuff we used for eating. Not that I'm complaining, the food was absolutely delightful, and as much as I won't admit it in public, the company was quite enjoyable. However, it won't be long until I pass this job to other people *cough*my new slaves *cough*.

After lunch, I was being a good host, and the others were playing around. Danielle was using my Wii to create Miis to the nations, and there were lots of laughs involved on that process. After some tries, Dany figured out that it would be best not to let Alfred make the other's Miis, because he exaggerated in the thickness of Arthur's eyebrows on purpose, and Ivan's nose ended up 60x bigger than what it should be, therefore Alfred was banned from creating Miis.

After the Mii-creation process, Dan, Feliciano and Ludwig (yes, Ludwig) decided to play Just Dance. I bet Kiku was having a lot of fun at the other's expense, since he was snapping so many pictures of the dancing failure that was Ludwig...

America found my DS somehow, and was playing Pokémon. China was arguing with him on how much better Pokémon would be if it was made in China. Every now and then Cat would stop watching Brazilian TV (seriously, what goes on in that country that grips her attention?) and would make an observation on how immature the Chinese was being. France was being France and Britain was talking to some imaginary animals (or maybe it was just Satan, who knows).

And Russia...well, he was stalking me. Not that I'm not an awesome person to stalk, but it was creeping me out a bit. I wonder why he is sticking with me. It's not like I lack any type of sympathy...okay, maybe I lack sympathy. But that's not it! Things got worse when I started to try to talk to him during lunch.

I know that he only wants some friends…and he often approaches people in the wrong way, just like now, as I was pretending not to notice that he was seating at the balcony in the kitchen, observing every move I made. He was still with his normal childish smile stamped across his roundish face.

I'd hate to admit, but boy, was he handsome.

Banishing those thoughts off my mind, mainly because I've met the guy today and he is from a parallel world, I progressed in putting the last couple of cups inside the washing machine.

I heard Yao and Caitlyn now arguing because he made Alfred pick a Grass-type Pokémon when he should have picked a Fire-type, as Cat wanted. I wonder why this sudden hate towards each other… It's not like you can hate someone so fast.

Ivan suddenly interrupted my rambling thoughts with a not-so-nice question, "Become one with Mother Russia, дa [Russian-Yes]~?"

It took him way too long to say this line.

I struggled not to have a fit of giggles, "Uh, what does that imply?"

"You being mine forever, of course!" The Russian exclaimed, quite happy, "You are sweet, nice and lovely, so I want you to be mine!"

I laughed internally. The whole idea seemed very stupid (not that I've never fantasized becoming one with Russia). Me? Sweet? Nice? Lovely? Excuse me princess, but the last time I looked at a mirror I wasn't anything like that. Not in the slightest. I prefer the title 'Evil Princess', "No thanks, I like being free." I turned around to face the tall Russian, who sat with his legs crossed in one of the benches at the balcony.

His eyes narrowed for a minute, his smile never fading, even when he reached inside his jacket to caress a certain pipe, "Are you being sure, Подсолнечник [Russian-Sunflower]?"

"Awn, you look so cute waiving that pipe around!" I said, in a voice I used when talking to Caitlyn's younger sister when she was a baby, "So, sooooo cute!" I leaned over the balcony to be able to reach the tall Russian. I reached for his cheeks and played with them for a bit, "Almost as a teddy bear!"

I know I was playing with death himself (or herself, who knows?) as I did that, but I didn't seem to care. For once, I was actually being nice.

You find my definition of 'nice' questionable? Well, I'll show you what the real Rosalina is capable of! Just wait until Alfred pisses me off.

"Kак ты смеешь говорить такие вещи о России-матушке?! [Russian-How dare you say such things about Mother Russia?!]" I really have absolutely no idea of what he just said, for two reasons: One, he's having difficulty to pronounce words since I'm playing with his cheeks. And two, I don't know a flying fuck of Russian.

"Awwnn! You're so cute when you speak Russian!" I finally let go of his incredibly soft cheeks, and he kept staring at me like I was being retarded (which I actually was).

Ivan shook his head, as he kept staring at me, "You know, that little trick won't be of working with me."

"What little trick?" I recomposed myself. Seriously, I have no idea. I'm trying my best to be the nicest girl I can possibly be, you know, to be a better friend and all…

He didn't reply.

I sighed, "I said that I would be your friend." My smile faded. Hell, I was literally trying my best to be nice, and- Wait a second! I am just like Russia! I try to be friendly, but I end up creepy! Is it? Well, I dunno, "I'm trying my best to be nice."

"Still with that idea?" Ivan chuckled, obviously in disbelief. Wait, I'm not good enough as a friend? "I thought you were doing the joking. Nobody willingly wants to be my friend."

I shrugged, "Well, that was one of the few cases where I wasn't being sarcastic or joking." I'm not sarcastic all the time! Sometimes I'm sleeping!

"Why do you want to become friend with me, out of all people?" His voice sounded...hurt, almost. Well, Ivan, you can count on me for being your friend. I'll try my best to be the most awesome friend ever. Not that I will ever admit that to him. I'll be like a secret agent, working in silence. I will be subtle (at least I'll try).

This will be my second chance at the art of making friends. Cat and Dan got used to me, but it took them ages.

"Because I think that under all of that intimidation lies a lonely butter hearted boy." I pledge that I will not run away from him like a cowardly bitch, no matter how awkward or scary the situation gets. I pledge to take seriously the second chance at making friends that I'm having.

I pledge…to be nice.

I pledge…not to be a bitch.

Hell, that's going to be tough.

"You'll find out soon enough that you are being wrong, but I will not stop you." Ahh Ivan, still in denial, sweetie? I didn't pledge not to be a bitch for you to maintain your distance from me. I will be your friend whether you want it or not!

Oh crap, my Belarus meter is reaching critical levels.

There was a long awkward silence, until Ivan broke it, "Anyway, I can't help but notice how much you resembling my younger sister." His smile widened, "Slightly less crazy (for trying to confront me), but just as pretty."

Now he got it right, slightly less crazy and…wait a second, "Did you just call me pretty?" Why did I ever ask that? I know I'm the prettiest girl around! Why even bother with a simple compliment? Oh well… Enough of narcissism and Superiority Complex! I mentally slapped myself.

"If you want to be thinking that way, go ahead." I failed to notice the slight blush across the Russian's cheeks, mainly because Alfred came running to me and was, unsurprisingly, yelling.

"Rosie, Rosie! I hate to interrupt-whatever brainwash he's doing to you- but I need to e-mail my boss and tell him I'll not be coming home tonight."

I hate that nobody was giving a flying fuck for me and Ivan while we talked, and now, just because Alfred stepped up to say something, Danielle joins in, even though she's still dancing, "But won't he be kinda worried?"

"Nah!" Alfred waved his hand, "And besides, Rosie invited us to stay for as much as we want, and I don't want to go home anytime soon (or at least not before we finish all of this candy)!" He said, looking at me. I gave a forced smile.

Well, Rosalina, what can we learn from today's events? You make bad life choices.

"I will go home soon, if that's alright with you, Rosa." China's turn now. Hell, is this some kind of Fanfiction where the main character always has time alone with just one person? "Some people in this room are very immature, and I'm not talking about America." I glanced at the Chinese, and he was looking at Caitlyn, who wasn't paying attention.

"Come on, we should go to the beach before you decide to head back home!" Danielle suggested. She, Feliciano and Ludwig were dancing to the song 'Viva Las Vegas'. I think it's worth pointing out that Dany had set a new record to all the songs they've danced to today.

"Yeah, if there's something to do in Toms Rivers is going to the beach." I agreed, leaning in one of the counters from where I could have a nice view of the living room, thus being able to watch the nations.

Japan snapped a picture of me in my 'like a boss' position before Germany pointing out, "But ve don't have swimming suits…"

The song finally ended, and as the TV displayed the results, Danielle turned around to face Japan (not before high-fiving Ludwig on his exceptional performance), "There's no problem! We can get out and buy some clothes for you too!"

Wait, wait.

Did I agree with this?

I don't think so.

Wait, Rosa. You said you would be nice.

"That would be really nice, that way I can 1elp you, mon amis [French-my friends], to recover from your lack of taste!" France jumped up, not before smacking the back of England's head out of fun. I sighed. By the looks of it, I was going to be everyone's big mamma.

Iggy crossed his arms, "I don't lack taste in clothes, frog! Don't you have a mirror? Your pantaloons are ridiculous!" Actually, I don't know why Iggy still insisted on sitting in the same sofa as Francis, because we all know what happens when the two are together.

IT'S TRUE LOVE!

"Uh, you guys…" Canada tried (but failed) to be noticed. Senpai will never notice poor Matty.

"So it's set. Tomorrow we'll go shopping for clothes!" Danielle clapped her hands together, smiling brightly despite the fighting nations (and Cat, who was currently off reach).

"I think I speak for everyone when I say that we appreciate your hospitality, Rosalina-chan, but have work to do back at home." Japan observed. Hell no, I didn't spend all that money in food!

"Well, you have no place to go on a foreign land, and the beautiful and awesome hostess is inviting you to stay and now you're worried about work?" I almost added 'give me a break' at the end of that sentence, but I found it to be a bit useless. But what is not useless, was my awesome idea, "There's my Dad's computer and mine's. You can alternate. I'm sure Daddy won't get mad at me for letting you use it, after all you're my guests." I think it's worth pointing out that I feel that I'm becoming a bit overprotective of my nations, and I don't want them to leave. I was lonely before, my house was empty, and now, all those interesting *cough*weird*cough* nations are here, I don't want them to leave. I turned to Alfred, "I'll get mine for you to send your e-mail, just a second."

I quickly ran out of the kitchen and into my room, not minding the weird looks I got, especially from Ivan. Once I was in my room, I began to think if it was really a good idea to lend my precious laptop to Alfred. Who knows what he might do? Who knows what he might discover laying deep inside my hardware? Well, nothing. Oh gosh, the browser history! I have to clean it! If he finds out that I've been reading FrUK lemons…it'll be my doom!

I turned the PC on, and deleted all the cookies, history, favorites and everything that could embarrass yours truly. With that out of the way, I brought the laptop to the living room again.

I set it up on the dining table (not before making Alfred swear for his life that he would not play around with it). Surprisingly, the blond boy with glasses nodded and proceeded to do whatever he needed to do. The other nations already organized themselves in a line to see who would be the next to send an e-mail to their bosses.

And as Alfred was using the computer, I was playing Mario Kart with Yao, Ivan, Ludwig and Matthew. Guess who was winning? *wink* Me, of course*wink*.

"For some weird reason, my e-mail account is not working." My ears recognized the sound of someone hitting my computer's keyboard, "Hey, Rosie! What is this pink with a white heart icon on your desktop under the name 'Yandere Simulator'?"

"I wouldn't click that thing if I were you." I was being honest. I don't want people here with mental issues because of that game. Oh fuck, blue shell! Matthew you asshole! I was first all the time in that race, and in the last lap the son of a bitch sends me a blue shell! I can't lose a Mario Kart race to Ivan!

Alfred giggled, "I'm not afraid of no icon, I'm the hero!"

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that." I'm done with this shit. I'm done with all shits.

And so, Alfred had a very neat surprise.

-Yaaaaay-

Rosalina: Dun dun dun! The chapter is over! I would like to thank you guys on the wonderful feedback this story is getting! You're awesomer than Prussia and I combined!

Prussia: Don't get too happy.

Alfred: What surprise will I get?

Caitlyn: T-trust me, y-you don't wanna know.

England: Serves you right, wanker.

Italy: Veee~ Where is the sneak peak?

Authoress: Aw, there's no sneak peak this time! I decided that you guys should have a complete chapter before I travel tomorrow, and I finished this chapter yesterday, and didn't have time to write enough for a sneak peak.

Germany: At least you write big chapters to compensate zee amount of time zee readers have to wait.

Authoress: *flips hair majestically* I do my best. Say, are you guys enjoying the story so far? If so, why not leave a review?

France: You just need to click in the button bellow and voilà!

Authoress: One last thing: What do you think about the idea of writing a separate story where Caitlyn's and Danielle's POVs will be detailed?

Rosalina: I wonder if you guys are enjoying my relationship with the nations! Bye and till next time!