I'm Where? I'm What?

Lucky D: Hey guys! Chapter 8 is finally out! EEP! I haven't seen or heard from Princess Ve or Embrace the Awesomeness today so they will not be joining us. I'm sure you don't want to hear me continue babbling on about random things so I will get to the story. If you are prone to getting overemotional about back story's or anything, I suggest you skip this chapter. Of course, you'll miss the most important part of the plot to this story, but hey! At least you're not balling in tears. Also, I have added a warning to this chapter and I think it will be in all other chapters from here on now. I do not own Hetalia.

Warning: Young Readers Reading This, Be Cautious. This Story Can Get A Little Dirty and Contains Cuss Words. It May Also Contain Lemons, If I Can Get A Friend To Do That For Me!


Michelle noticed how Russia sat crisscross-apple-sauce in the middle of her room. Since he hadn't had a very good look at it, after all the last time he was here she had been crying her eyes out with Brie, he was looking around it very interested. She took notice in how he seemed to pause at her wall of posters, and how he frowned at the fact a lot of men were on it. It wasn't her fault really! In her world, Anime, Marvel, and DC had very good-looking men.

Sitting across from him, she squirmed at the awkward silence that occurred around them. He had a very intense look on his face as he stared at her, but she noticed she didn't seem to mind. She was kind of happy that Russia was showing so much attention towards her, and she had a feeling that this feeling was not just on her side.

"Russia-"

"Call me Ivan. It is customary for someone who is so close to a country that they use the more intimate human name." Michelle blushed at the end of his sentence. Russia-Ivan kept his intense stare on his face as he decided to get down to business. "Подсолнечник, you are going to answer my question, Da?"

"I don't 'fall' in love that easily, Russ- Ivan. I don't believe in 'Love at first sight' either. The only reason my friends call me a 'hopeless romantic' would be because I'm always going on about how they will find true love. Not myself." Ivan looked thoughtful for a moment, and so she continued.

"As you can tell, I usually wear something that is too large on me. I do this because when I was younger, I was always just a little chubby. I could never get rid of the weight, and after years of being bullied by my own sister about this, I decided to embrace it. I would obviously always be just a little chubby for my own liking. I became shy, insecure, and turned to books. My family members were very sporty people, and for me being into books was very unusual. This only gave my sister a new reason to bully me."

Michelle paused as she noticed the angry look on Ivan's face. He growled aloud before motioning for her to go on. Worriedly, she continued.

"My mother had divorced my father when I was younger, and she found a new man by the time I was eleven. They weren't married yet nor were they engaged when my family moved in with his. He had one son whom lived with him, and of course, his son also bullied me about loving books and writing. Soon, it was time to go to a new school, and I wasn't prepared. I had left all the friends I tried so hard to make and it kind of hurt. Once I went to school, I managed to gain one friend my fourth week. Before that, I had been hanging out with my stepdad's nephew."

"My new friend wasn't how a friend should be, and I realize that now. She was always pushing me to do stupid things with her, and when we got caught, I was trained to immediately take the whole blame. We never did drugs or anything. It was mostly just bulling other people even if I didn't join in. I didn't like her doing this, but seeing as she was the only one who even bothered with me, I dealt with it. I spent a year like this. Being dragged around like a hopeless puppy that didn't have any bark left. People around me would call me a doormat. Some people told me how I was too much of a good girl to ever stop being bossed around."

"No one really helped me. I suppose they couldn't even have possibly tried since I was too far gone to ever stop being a puppy always wanting to please her master. Then in sixth grade, someone moved back into our small town. My friend and some other people whom I had become acquaintances with immediately brought this new person into our group. I soon found out that this new girl was already friends with almost everyone in a group except my friend, this guy who had a crush on almost every girl, and me. I wouldn't admit it, but I was kind of jealous of her. She never let anyone walk over her, and she never took anyone's bullshit."

"I didn't know her name at that time since no one bothered to tell me. My old friend, let's call her Jess, was never really around me anymore. Jess was always around the new girl, and I suppose that's another thing that made me jealous of her. It seemed to me that she was trying to take my one and only friend, and that didn't settle with me. Anyway, I found out her name by one of my teachers. It was Janae. I liked her name. It fit for someone who wasn't exactly one with the crowd. Janae's best friend at the time was one of the people in our group who I will name as Pierre."

"Pierre and Janae were almost inseparable. I thought they were dating until I learned he was dating someone else who wasn't in our little group. A few months into school, Pierre got into a fight with Janae, and Janae had every right to mad at him. Jess and I rode the same bus so we saw what happened. It didn't end well on Pierre's side, and I decided that Janae probably wanted to be as far away from him as possible. I asked for the guy sitting next to me to switch places with Janae, and I soon found myself sitting next to the girl I had been envious for so long.

"I sat next to Janae for the rest of the month even though I could tell she was getting annoyed with me always sitting next to her. She never said anything about it though, and soon we were becoming something I guess you would call friends. Jess decided to come back into my life when this started to happen. Unfortunately for her, I was beginning to gain some of my independence back. I could now clearly think, and I began to get angry. Janae had left for a field trip to New York so she didn't see me lose control and go off on Jess. I'm sure she would've been proud though. Anyway, Jess and I soon went into war. Janae collected followers for me when I wasn't looking, and Jess spread some nasty rumors about the both of us. I don't think people believed them, Ivan. Don't get mad!

"Anyway, this continued into our seventh grade year, and of course, I was the one to apologize after getting fed up with having so much guilt of having started a fight. Janae and I were now best friends, and she didn't agree with me apologizing, but she held it in. Jess also became possessive of me ever so slightly and would ignore me for a few days if she noticed Janae and I being the best of friends. I dealt with it. I also joined Band as a flute player. This only added to my sister's and my stepbrother's bullying. When eighth grade came along, Brienna moved into the area, and if it weren't for Janae being so outgoing, we would have never been friends with her. Life was going great. I was becoming louder and funnier. I was starting to make new friends and I even gained a few crushes. Then my ninth grade summer came. And I met a boy.

"He was so cute and charming. I couldn't resist. What a surprise to find out that he liked me back. A chubby girl with horrible trust issues. We became a couple." A growl escaped Ivan's mouth. He didn't like the idea of his Michelle being with someone other than him. Motioning for her to continue, Michelle nodded.

"I figured we would have been together forever, but then something changed. He started being emotionally abusive to me and always demanding sex. I never gave into it since I believed that we were too young. I don't believe in waiting to have sex until marriage since you could find out on your honeymoon night that they are into some freaky stuff. I don't think I would like it very much if I was forced to dress up as turtle before sex. You won't do that, right?" A blush formed on Michelle's face as Ivan smirked. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear.

"You want to find out?" Michelle blushed harder before pushing him away gently. Ivan smirked again before motioning for her to continue.

"Anyway, I told Brie and Janae about what was happening after he took it too far. We all came to confront him when we found him having sex with motherfucking Jess. He broke my heart and I fell into depression for almost two years! If it wasn't for my real friends, I would have never gotten over him." Quiet sobs came from Michelle and Ivan slowly pulled her onto his lap to hug her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed in his shirt. Once she stopped crying so hard, she turned to kiss him on the cheek for comforting her when he turned his head slightly. Her lips touched his, and her eyes widened when he growled lightly. Ivan deepened the kiss only to have Michelle pull away slowly. Cuddling into his chest, she felt the blush grow on her face and nuzzled more into his chest. Sleep welcomed her and soon she could feel Ivan pull her down to the floor and cuddle her happily. He burrowed his nose into her hair and breathed in deeply with his eyes closed. Opening his eyes, they were now a deep black.


Brienna strolled through the narrow hallway looking for the doorway. She happily found the door she was looking for and entered it only to be given the most glorious sight known to man. A library. Who knew America owned such a glorious library? She spent hours just reading some books off the shelf when something caught her eye.

Everything You Need to Know About Being A Country: Volume 3, How to Know You Found Your Mate

Countries have mates? Taking the book from the bookshelf's grasp, she opened to a random page in the middle.

To know when you've your mate, you feel overprotective of them, never wanting them to leave your side. Jealousy is common for a country to feel for their mate too. When your mate doesn't accept you or finds love in someone else, you feel a deep pain in every part of your body until you are forced to try to end your own existence.

Your mate's scent is also a big part in finding them. You're mate's scent is unbelievably attracting to you as they have their own unique scent. When you take the time to actually notice your mate's scent, your eyes will usually turn a deep black or ruby red. When your eyes change this color, it also means you want them.

Other things to watch out for-

If you feel the uncontrollable need to always have your suspected mate in your lap, this is your mate.

If you notice a growing desire to bed your suspected mate even when you have just met them, this may be your mate.

If you feel sudden pain in your heart and head when your suspected mate is not by you in a very long time, this is your mate.

If you feel like you could never look at another human or country like you do your suspected mate ever again, this is your mate.

Brienna gasped as she felt warm arms wrap around her waist, and she quickly shut the very interesting book before this person saw what she had read. Turning her head, her brown eyes met Germany's blue ones. The next thing he did shocked her. He nuzzled his nose into her hair and inhaled deeply. Pulling his head back after a couple of seconds, he opened his eyes to show her their new color of a deep black. Gasping quietly to herself, Brie held in her excitement for what he was going to do next.

"I've been looking vor you everyvhere, Angel." She raised her eyebrows at his new term of endearment. Germany didn't seem to notice as he went back to nuzzling her shoulder. She sighed before looking down at the book. This was making everything more complicated.

"I was just in here. Germany."

"Call me Ludwig. Anyone important to me does."


Janae quickly looked over the situation. Italy had fallen due to his clumsiness and just happened to land on her. His hands pinned hers down near her head, and his legs kept her from kicking out. His handsome face was so close to hers that she could feel his breath upon her mouth. She was glad she had darker skin or her blush would surely be showing.

"Did it hurt?"

"What-"

"When you fell from heaven?"

Janae stared up at Italy's confident face, and she couldn't help but smile slightly. He was flirting with her. Albeit cheesy, but he was still flirting with her. She decided to tease him a little bit.

"Are you flirting with me, Italy?" Italy's confidence seemed to die down at her words, but it was still there. He opened his mouth to say something, but Janae interrupted him.

"I don't mind, Italy." She practically purred his name, and said country leaned in ever so slightly. She closed her eyes expecting a kiss when two people burst through the door. Turning her head to yell at the new trespassers, she was surprised to find Liechtenstein lip locked with- Was that Jailon?

"Jailon, what are you doing here? We've been looking for you for years! We thought you were dead!" Jailon let go of Liechtenstein to stare confused in her eyes.

"Do I know you?"


Lucky D: And that's the end of the story! Nah. I'm just kidding. It's the end of the chapter. Princess Ve decided to text me after I told ya'll I haven't had any contact with her today, and Awesomeness decided to follow. I swear they surprise me every day. Anyway, don't forget to review. Also does anyone want to make up couple names for Low and Sweden, Michelle and Russia, Germany and Brienna, and Italy and Janae? I would appreciate it.

P.S. That whole backstory was very true, and I hope anyone out there who went through what I had to does not think horribly of themselves because you are perfect. No matter what anyone says!