Title: Stars Are Magical

Rating: T for language

Beta: Mad hatter girl122

Warnings: language. And if you have a particular dislike of OC's.

Disclaimer: neither of us own Hetalia.

Summary: …make a wish and it has to come true! As two girls find out after a night of wishing when the Hetalia characters arrive to make their days just that little bit brighter. But now they're here, how are they supposed to get home again?

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Amy's story

"All right guy's come in." I told them, stepping out of the way so that they could enter. They did so, and we were soon sat back in the living room; strangely silent considering whom was sat with us.

"So…" Tom finally broke the silence. "What now?"

I sighed.

"Well, it seems like the others must be fairly close by, so looking for them might be a good option," I replied before looking around. Then I frowned. "But we can't do that with you all in those clothes."

"What's wrong with our clothes?" England asked, vaguely offended.

"They're too conspicuous. You would be way to noticeable wearing military uniforms," I looked around, taking them all in. "Russia might be all right, but the rest of you, especially France, would be way too out of place."

"But...isn't the war still on?" Japan asked tentatively, his eyes flickering to glance around the room quickly before settling back on me. I didn't really blame him for his nerves. After all, according to their uniform, they were from the Second World War era of Hetalia. Japan, Prussia and Romano were the only ones from the Axis there.

I shook my head with a small smile. "Nah, the war ended years ago here." I told them, getting a hell of a lot of startled looks. I was surprised that no one said anything, the room remaining fairly quiet aside from the occasional mutter. Then I cocked my head as something occurred to me. "Have you guys got any money?"

That caught their attentions.

Prussia was the first to move, searching his pockets with his tongue sticking out in concentration. I watched him, smiling in amusement at his expression, as he suddenly let out a small 'ah, ha!' and pulled out his wallet.

"Its all in Reichsmark's though…" he muttered as he sifted through it. I frowned slightly.

"I don't think they exist anymore…" Tom said slowly, causing the albino's head to snap up, mouth wide open.

"Don't exist! How can they not exist?" he gasped. I waved my hand dismissively at him.

"We can explain later. Anyone else got any money? England maybe?"

England looked at me. "Why me?" he asked as he too began to rummage around in his pockets.

"Because we're in England and the pound hasn't really changed." I explained, watching as a small grin overtook his face.

"It hasn't?" he asked coyly, causing me to shake my head with my own smirk.

"I know right?"

"Anyway," Tom butted in, "do you have any money?"

"Oh yes," England said, continuing his search of his pockets before bringing out a small wallet. He handed it to me and I opened it up, shifting through the main pockets and finding a couple of notes and some coins.

"Hey Tom?" I asked as I examined one of the notes.

"Yeah?"

"Could we change this for modern stuff at the bank? I don't think there are many shops that would take this. They might think its fake or something."

Tom looked at me thoughtfully. "I'd think so…it's not too old, and if they ask you can just say your grandparents found it lying around somewhere or something."

"What's that?" asked a voice from the doorway and I turned to look at Katie, who was watching me with curious eyes.

"Money from world war two," I replied absently, causing her to raise an eyebrow and walk over; sitting herself down beside me.

"Why do you have that?" she asked, taking it from my hands and holding it up to the light.

"Well, we need to take them shopping so we need money."

Katie looked at me blankly. "Didn't they have credit cards back then?"

There was a moment of silence in which the three of us turned to the countries. England blinked owlishly.

"I think America said something about something like that…" he said slowly, unsure of what we meant. I sighed. This was going to be more difficult than I thought.

I looked at the time. "Alright, so mum's going to be home in about quarter of an hour. Here's the question; do we tell her and nab her card, or do we not tell her and go to the bank first hoping it's quick?"

My words were met with silence. It was a moment before anyone spoke again, and I was surprised when it was Katie.

"Well, maybe you should tell her. Then you can get the car and the card without any awkward questions and you guys can all pay us what you spend and we can change it to modern stuff later."

We all looked at her, and she reddened slightly at the attention. But her eyes never left mine and I sighed.

"I suppose that might be the best way really," I replied, putting the notes back into the wallet and giving it back to England. "All in agreement?" I asked around, smiling as all the replies I received were positive.

All right…so we were going shopping. We had a seven seated car…with nine people. Damn.

"Which two of you wants to go in the boot?" I asked, causing me to get many confused glances.

"Well, I don't want to come. I have sleep to catch up on," Katie replied, understanding what I was saying. I nodded at her with a smile.

"Meaning you'll be playing games?" I asked cheekily. She flushed.

"Shut up," she told me before turning around and walking back up the stairs. I chuckled to myself before looking back at the nations. "That boot thing was a serious question guys, we don't have enough room with just the seats. Unless four go across the middle…but that's illegal. Well, I suppose going in the boot is too but that's not really the point…"

I was babbling now, and I knew it, Tom knew it, the nations knew it, Katie knew it from upstairs. Everyone knew it. Yet they let me rattle on anyways.

Damn them.

"The awesome me will offer to go in the boot. For I am just that awesome," Prussia offered with a large grin. I grinned back at him, thankful he was being co-operative.

"Well, I call shotgun," Romano said, leaning back into his seat with a small smirk on his face.

"No fair!" Prussia exclaimed, pointing in the Italian's direction. "I wanted shotgun!"

I looked at him in amusement. "I thought you'd already called the boot?"

He paused before blushing slightly and scratching the back of his head. "Oh yeah."

Romano scoffed. "Damn potato bastard."

I grinned, watching as the countries all began to relax again. It was fun to see them all interact with each other…but it made me think. We couldn't call them by their country names.

"Hey, guys," they all looked at me. "I was thinking…we're going to have to start calling you all by your human names. It would be really weird if when we were out shopping we were calling you countries…it would bring us a lot of unwanted attention."

Tom nodded. "That's true," he agreed, before frowning. "But I don't know all of their names."

I smiled. "He's not as into Hetalia as I am," I explained before proceeding to name them all for Tom's benefit. "Lovino, correct?" I asked, looking at Romano, who nodded.

"I knew that one," Tom muttered and I smirked.

"Arthur," I continued, looking at England who also nodded.

"Knew that one too."

"Ivan."

Russia nodded with a small smile. Tom remained silent.

"Kiku."

Japan nodded.

"Gilbert."

Prussia grinned and nodded. "Hell yeah!"

"And Francis." I concluded, France nodding at me with a dashing smile and an 'oui!' for good measure.

"Defiantly knew that one!" Tom laughed, causing me to grin. Francis was Tom's favourite character…or the one he believed himself to be most like at any rate.

"Then America is Alfred, Spain is Antonio, Italy is Feliciano, Germany is Ludwig, China is…Wang Yao?" I asked. I wasn't so sure on China, but the other's nodded affirmative so I continued. "And Canada is Matthew. Is that all correct?"

"That's very well remembered," Russia complimented and I grinned at him.

"Thanks!" I replied chirpily, "Though that just mean's I'm an obsessed nerd who like's to write fanfiction."

"And read it," Tom muttered with a small smile. "Excessively."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Usually when it involves a certain Italian…and often a certain Spaniard as well…"

I flushed harshly, going an even further red when everyone's eyes flew to me. "Shut up Thomas," I warned coldly, not daring to look round at where the said Italian sat in unnerving silence, causing him to chuckle slightly.

Then I heard the familiar sound of a car pulling up on the drive and sighed in relief. It was a short lived relief though as soon the nerves kicked in.

It was time.

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Dear readers,

I hope you're liking this so far. I know I am! I can't wait to see where we take it! XD

Animeloveramy