Beware of extreme cursing that is luckily bleeped out.

That is all I'm going to say.

Third Person

Prussia ran as fast as the wind to try to avoid a mob of fangirls.

...No seriously. He was actually getting hounded by a bunch of possibly rabid fangirls.

"Damnit, the awesome me shouldn't have to go through this!" Prussia thought, turning his head and regretting it.

The fangirls were getting closer and closer.

"Aw shi-

Suddenly, a hand shot out of a bush beside him and dragged him into it. Before Prussia could speak, however, the hand quickly covered his mouth. "Don't make a sound!" whoever grabbed him hissed.

Prussia nodded and watched as the fangirls passed by the bush without even sparing it a glance. Some of them were screaming Prussia's name.

The hand covering his mouth moved away. "Good, we're safe... At least for now. Those fangirls are like vultures. The moment you're vulnerable, they strike."

"Er... Okay, but who're you?" Prussia asked, trying to get a good look at the man who just saved his butt.

"Even if I did save you, I can't trust you. You may be my enemy, you may also be not." The man frowned and stood up, brushing off dust from his clothes.

Then Prussia noticed something important. The man who just saved him happened to look almost exactly like Germany, and also happened to have a chest.

Wait... WHAT.

"Y-You're a girl?" Prussia screamed, backing away from his savior only to smack into a tree. "T-This is the second time I've mistaken a girl for a guy..!"

"Huh? Yeah, what about it?" The girl asked, raising an offended eyebrow. "Oh, you never noticed that?"

"Err... Well..."

"Never mind! I hear the fangirls approaching!" she hissed, grabbing his wrist. "Follow me! I'll lead you to my home, but only because you seem trustworthy and your life is in terrible danger."

"Th-

Prussia was cut off when she suddenly dragged him with much force, accidentally making him smash into the ground.

The ground then opened up, swallowing up Prussia and the blonde. Prussia screamed as the darkness enveloped both of them.

...However the girl merely sighed and rolled her eyes at him.

With Italy, Britain, America, Germany, & Russia

"Ve~!" Italy sang cheerfully, skipping through the sidewalk. "It's nice and sunny, I like it!"

"Da." Russia agreed, smiling at the bright yellow sun. "I like being here."

Britain frowned. "Well, we can't stay here forever, can we? We're nations, and it's our duty to-

"Britain, quit being a spoilsport!" America nudged him with his elbow. "This place doesn't seem dangerous, so let's explore a bit! Besides, we gotta look for Allie and... Saiyo, right?"

"Even though it seems pretty safe," Germany told him, putting his hand on America's shoulder. "We can't just judge the place just by what it looks like. It's probably too early in the morning for this place to show it's true colors."

"Well, even if it is dangerous you won't need to worry because," Suddenly, a glint in America's blue eyes appeared. "I'm the hero!"

Suddenly, a mob of fangirls appeared. "IT'S AMERICA! OHMYGOSH HE SAID THE LINE!" They started to run after them, but on instinct, they started to run. (Russia especially when he noticed a Belarus cosplayer.)

"WHAT THE HELL!" Germany yelled, dragging a crying Italy, who was waving his white flag "ITALY, QUIT SURRENDERING!"

"AMERICA, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Britain screamed, narrowly avoiding a drooling fangirl with a USUK shirt.

Russia screamed as the Belarus cosplayer screamed, "Brother, become one with me! Marry me, marry me, marry me-

"WHAT THE CRAPOLA IS GOING ON?" A brunette girl suddenly screamed, emerging from a white, Spanish-styled house. "OI, IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP, THERE'S GOING TO BE A 99% chance of S**T STORM, AND IT'S COMING RIGHT AT YOU!"

Suddenly, all the fangirls ran away, possibly scared of her wrath, or of the fact that she had a whip with her. That looked used.

"F**king fangirls..." she growled, clenching the whip tightly in her hands. She then noticed the group of guys the fangirls were chasing and approached then with a frown plastered onto her face. "Who the f**k are you?"

"Well, that was rude." Britain muttered, brushing himself off. "My name is Britain. This lot here," he pointed to America, Germany, Italy, and a mentally scarred Russia. "is America, Germany, Italy, and Russia."

"..." she took one look at Germany and scowled. "...F**king potato head." she hissed, glaring at Germany, who was currently trying to detach Italy from his leg.

Germany, who probably didn't hear her, looked at the whip she was holding and pointed at it after managing to pry a probably scarred Italy out of his lower body. "That whip kind of looks like my whip... May I inspect it?"

"Whatever. It isn't even my f**king whip anyway." she threw the whip over to him. "You can break it for all I care."

"Erm... Thanks?" he inspected the whip and raised an eyebrow. "It looks very similar to mine. But it isn't though. The only difference is that mine is more worn-out."

"Is there something wrong Italy?" Russia asked, finally recovering from his shock from seeing Belarus.

Italy was blinking rapidly, his eyes fixated on the brunette girl. "What do you want?" she asked, finally not uttering a single curse word in her sentence.

"F-Fratello...?" Italy whispered, surprised. "Y-You look so much like Romano..."

She frowned. "How do you know my nickname?"

"Wait, what do you-

"Arrrgh..." she hissed, rubbing her temples. "Not so much f**king questions! Let's just get the f**k inside." she growled, walking back to the house she was previously in.

Britain sighed. "Looks like we're stuck with her until we find a way to get back."

However, America didn't look the least bit worried or annoyed. "Hey! Do you have any hamburgers in there?" he asked, running after the other "Romano."

Germany shook his head and picked up Italy by the collar and dragged him inside. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"

With Francy-pants (France)

France walked around the crowded street of god-knows-where, confused, lonely, and most of all, hungry.

He was originally visiting America so he could see Allie, but somewhere along the way, he ended up falling into a pit of green light and ended up here.

"Ooh..." France groaned, clutching his pained stomach. "I'm so hungry..."

Suddenly, by accident, he smacked into a blonde girl while passing by a retracting door to a shop. "Oh, excuse me."

France's stomach growled. "N-No problem mademoiselle..."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yes... It's just a little stomach pain, nothing to worry a beautiful mademoiselle like you... Ow..."

She gave him a sympathetic look and zipped open her purse. "Here. This was originally going to be my snack, but since you're so hungry, I'll give some to you." She took out a (weirdly) delicious-looking scone wrapped in a kind of cloth that smelled like strawberries. "This is a strawberry scone. You can take it."

Normally, France would have rejected the scone, reminding himself about how bad Britain's scones are. However, he was just too hungry to say no at this point. "Merci."

She nodded, and walked away. She stopped and turned to him. "By the way, my name is Alice Kirkland. I just thought you needed to know that."

France nodded and stuffed the entire scone in his mouth. Surprisingly, it actually tasted good.

"Well!" France straightened up after eating the entire scone. "I feel better already! I always thought scones were supposed to taste bad, but it looks like it depends on the cook, no?"

He laughed before setting off to try to find the rest of the Allies.

...Unfortunately, he was sidetracked by a group of passing ladies a few minutes later.

With Allie

Allie blinked before realizing where she was.

Her old house.

"Huh... Guess it was just a dream." she told herself, jumping out of bed and grinning at the morning sun. "OH YEAH, IT'S HEROINE TIME!" she screamed, grabbing her favorite jacket and running downstairs as if she was never gone.

She completely ignored both her mom and sister as she passed them. "FREAK!" her sister yelled, watching her as Allie disappeared into the distance.

"YO, SAKURA!" Allie screamed, barging into a Japanese-style house.

Saiyo was sitting in a seiza position near a low table. "Please don't call me that Allie-chan." she silently sipped her tea. "That name has no originality."

"Oh right, my bad I totally forgot." she laughed and plopped herself down beside her, much to Sakura's discomfort. "So, is the rest of the gang coming here?"

She nodded. "Yes. Ivanna-san called me earlier to tell me about her coming here. Alice will be coming here as well. I think maybe Chun-Yan and possibly Louise and Felicia will be here as well."

Allie made a face at Alice's name. "I don't really wanna see her right now, but who cares?" she collapsed on the tatami mat. "How come the temperature is nice in here, but sucks outside?" she wondered, lifting her head up.

She groaned. "Why the heck is Autumn suddenly so suckish?"

Sakura shrugged. "By the way, did you have a strange dream last night?"

Allie blinked and looked at her strangely. "Strange, how?"

"Well... You remember Hetalia right?"

"Yeah?"

"I dreamt that I was in the Hetalia with the Axis Powers. It was strange." she laughed dismissively, studying the look Allie gave her.

"...I had the same dream, but I think I was with the Allies..."

They both fell silent. "...Was it... Really a dream...?"

Warning: Beware of the fangirls & the brunette's cursing. FWI, I changed the rating of this fanfic.

If this chapter sucked, my bad.

Was France OOC by the way? Well, he WAS really hungry... But still, my bad.

And yes, for people who are wondering, I got most of my OC character names from Hetalia wikia.

Anyway, for people who had no idea why fangirls suddenly appeared, I'll give you two answers:

#1 Fangirls are EVERYWHERE

#2 There was Cosplay event near there

Btw, there are two hidden jokes up there, so if you continued reading my long author's note, you'll try to find out if you're interested.