If anyone was wondering about the last chapter, 2p!England had previously stolen all the magic powers and ability to wield magic powers from 2p!Romania and 2p!Norway, which is the reason their 2ps are insane, since stealing magic from someone is stealing a part of their soul. (Or at least, in my interpretation of Hetalia-magic, it is.) It's also the reason he's so much better at magic than the Magic Trio –he was already a powerful sorcerer to begin with, but then he stole the magic of two extremely powerful other nations, and is therefore…well, supercharged, I guess would be the best word. But don't worry; he totally gets his comeuppance later. And about Arya's knowledge of Hetalia; she hasn't seen the fourth season, since I hadn't either when I started writing this, and she doesn't know many of the characters who didn't show up in the anime –which is why she doesn't recognize Korea or some of the others on the spot.

August 11, 2015

Arya's POV:

Hetalians.

Hetalians everywhere.

After two World Meetings that had discussed my imminent almost-death, with serious faces all around and everyone acting like they were about to throw me to the not-so-metaphorical-wolves, this was like a fangirl's paradise. China was busy offering Japan and some of the Allies his Chinese treats, which they refused in favor of America leaping up on the table and loudly declaring something about growing jellyfish on trees so PB & J sandwiches could be grown instead of made, and England –somewhere buried in the crowd and reverted back to normal– was yelling at him for not doing any research and coming up with an absolutely ludicrous idea on purpose, just to waste time. France, Spain, and Prussia were all gathered in a corner, cooking up some kind of awful prank, no doubt, and the Axis were seated at the table, Italy humming to himself about pasta and Japan sensing the mood quietly, with Germany's face buried in one of his meaty hands and a vein throbbing in his temple. I sympathized.

I could only manage to catch glimpses of the other characters, since they were moving around so much and I wasn't the enthusiastic fan some people were, but I was content to just sit and let the Hetalia-ness flow over me. That is, until…

"YOUR BREASTS BELONG TO ME, DA-ZE!"

"WHAT THE HELL?!" I shouted as my chest was groped, sending my elbow backward in the hopes to smash in my assailant's nose, but, probably with the skill of long practice, the Asian-looking nation dodged my blow and circled around to face me, grinning innocently.

"YOU." I snarled, jabbing my finger in his face as he lost the grin and started to look alarmed. "Who the hell are you?"

"That's South Korea: he does that to everyone, don't worry!" an energetic voice said at my elbow, and I turned around again as South Korea made his escape, looking up –and up.

Holy shit, he's tall.

The Arabic-looking in a green parka and white mask was recognizable at least, and I awkwardly smiled and held out my hand to greet him. "Um…yeah, sure. I'm Arya, Aryana Thompson. You're Turkey, right?" I asked, and he grinned, taking my hand and shaking it vigorously.

"Yup! You're friends with my buddy Japan, right?" he asked, suddenly lowering his voice and leaning towards me. I nodded uncertainly, and he smiled. "Does he talk about me a lot, 'cause we're totally bestest buddies! Ignore whatever that guy over there tells you-" He pointed towards Greece, who was sleeping underneath a mound of cats. "We're total BFFs! In fact, you should avoid that guy just on principle! He's worse than South Korea!" Turkey added, totally unnecessarily, and I tried to bite back my laughter and nodded enthusiastically. He nodded at me, then went off, likely to pester Greece, and I was once again left alone.

"Ey! There she is!"

I squeaked and choked as I was suddenly swept up off the ground, and my ribs cracked and popped as someone squeezed me in what I was coming to refer as a "Country Hug of Doom".

Just before stars started to sparkle in front of my eyes, I was dropped, and I turned to come face-to-face with an energetic man with spiky hair. He was dressed in a long black coat with a red undershirt, and a small black hat rested on his wild blond hair. Judging by the accent when he had shouted across the room, he was one of the Nordics –my assumption was confirmed when I saw Finland, Sweden, and someone who I thought to be Iceland approach us. It was still a bit hard to place the guy in front of me, but since I already knew Finland, Sweden, Iceland, and Norway, and there were five Nordics, that would make him…

"Denmark?"

He grinned. "Yup, that's me! And you're Arya, the human who kicked some serious anti-country ass!" he all but shouted, giving me a slap on the back as I skidded forward a few steps and wheezed.

Oh god, my ribcage can't stand up to these freaks much longer. Just a few more of these "hugs" and my chest is gonna cave in like the Titanic's hull. I thought, bracing my hands on my knees and trying not to fall over.

"You okay?" Denmark asked in surprise, and I held up my hand, wheezing a few times, before taking in a slow breath of air and standing up straight once more.

"Yeah…sorry." I croaked, and Norway appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Denmark by his tie, jerking it upward and cutting off the taller man's oxygen flow as Denmark choked and began to thrash around. I looked at the other Nordics, nonplussed that they did nothing while Denmark continued to slowly asphyxiate. Finland held his hands up with a smile.

"It happens like all the time, don't be the worrying." he assured me with his happy Santa-grin, and I nodded uncertainly.

A shadow fell over me, and I jumped, looking up –again– to see Sweden towering over me.

He doesn't mean to look scary he doesn't mean to look scary he doesn't mean to look scary- I thought over and over again as I nervously smiled up at him, a smile which he did not return. Just as I was getting ready to abandon all pretenses of dignity and run, his hand descended on my head heavily and –scruffed at my hair.

"N'ce t' s' y'r al'rght." Sweden mumbled, taking his hand off and going back to stand by Finland, who looked just as baffled as I felt.

"Uh…sure dude." I replied belatedly, still somewhat confused to what he said in the first place. I backed away slowly as Finland drifted into a conversation with Lithuania, who kept trailing off and staring up at Sweden, who had followed behind his "wife".

Suddenly my back hit something soft and bouncy, and I whipped around, then jerked backwards, my cheeks red. Ukraine blinked at me in a somewhat harried fashion, then smiled. "Ah, hello there. You are Arya, yes?" she asked, and I smiled awkwardly.

"Uh, yeah, that's me."

I refrained from saying "Who else could I be?", because for all I knew there was a country that looked something like me. It was doubtful, but then again, so was becoming immersed an anime world, and then having the alternate fan-created dimension of that world attempt to take the anime over.

Ukraine was saying something else, and I hurriedly tried to pay attention.

"…and it was so kind of you to have a little drink with my brother, he gets so lonely sometimes." she was saying happily, and I smiled at her more naturally, trying not to stare at her chest. I was straight as hell…but it was kinda impossible to have Ukraine in your sights and not be looking at her chest.

At least she wasn't like her younger sister and attempting to decapitate me for trying to make Russia a little less forever alone.

Anyway, as Ukraine bounced off to speak to aforementioned sister, I glanced at my watch and saw that all this meaningless babble had been going on for about a minute.

Which means that any second now…

"ZAT IS ENOUGH!"

Sure enough, as Germany yelled loud enough to make the ceiling rumble and the chairs around the table rattle and dance, instant quiet descended. He slammed his palm down on the table irritably. "I know you are all very excited about ze criminal nations disappearing, but unless we make plans to keep them from returning, there ist no time to celebrate, and absolutely no reason to be acting like a bunch of foolish nincompoops! Now, if anyone has any relevant suggestions, please share them now!" he barked as all the nations still standing took a seat, and Japan raised his hand, his fingers crossed.

"I have a request for England." he began calmly, and the scruffy-haired blonde stood up, folding his arms grumpily.

"What?" England snapped as I snuck into my seat, midway between Prussia and another country I didn't know.

Japan glanced around, before his eyes landed on me and he looked back at England. "I would rike to suggest taking Aryana-san as your apprentice in magic. She seems to be the main target of ze undergrounds, it wourd be best for her to be prepared for any eventuality." he said, and my jaw dropped as England looked surprised and rather peeved.

"Eh?! What the bloody hell do you mean by that!?" he spluttered, and Prussia snickered from beside me.

"He means taking you on as his apprentice, zat's what." he muttered, nudging me with his elbow as I tried to bite back a smile.

England continued spluttering at Japan, but Germany cut him off. "England, zis is ze best plan we have so far. How long would it normally take for you to find ze right spell?" he pointed out, and England bit his lip, not answering.

He didn't remain silent for long, though.

"Alright, so it does make sense. But I absolutely refuse to take anyone from the country of that air-headed buffoon-" Here he pointed to America, who looked offended. "-and one so young, as an apprentice in the serious art of magic!"

Ouch.

That one had gone too far: I stood up as well, jabbing my finger at the startled Brit. "Well, I sure as hell don't want to learn magic from a pompous, egotistical, prejudiced bastard like you! Just because I'm American doesn't mean I'm stupid, and I could always learn from Romania or Norway!" I shouted back, and he looked incensed.

"Pompous?! Listen well, you little brat, I'm the Great United Kingdom of Britain and Northern Ireland, and I refuse to be talked down to by a human less than a fraction of my age!" he screamed back, slamming his hands on the table.

I could feel the awkward auras of everyone around me as they tried to distance themselves from the table and argument thereon, but still remain present at the meeting. Prussia, however, was bent double at my side and choking out "you tell him, fraulien" between bouts of hysterical laughter, and Romano was probably in the same state.

I was beginning to see crimson, and stabbed my finger at the red-faced Britain. "May I remind you that this "little brat" saved your ungrateful ass from Oliver and the other criminal nations?! You owe me!" I yelled across the table, feeling my healing throat throb in warning as a host of tick marks grew across Britain's head.

"I don't owe you anything, least of all an apprenticeship! And besides, even if I did accept you as my mage-apprentice, as your master you'd have to show me respect!" he barked, throwing one of those dumb little paper cups at me. I caught and crushed it, balling it up and throwing it right back at him as Prussia convulsed with silent laughter beside me.

"You know what, fuck you!" I shouted back, so angry I was at a loss for anything worse to say.

"Watch your mouth! I'm the bloody United Kingdom, show some respect!" Britain yelled and threw it right back, but was so furious that he missed by a mile and the little paper ball flew over Prussia's left shoulder.

"Hah! You throw like Italy!" I sneered as flames of pure hatred erupted around England for a split second.

Evil auras were flaring out around us, and we looked ready to come to blows as France suddenly stood up, grinning. "My friends, I 'ave a solution!" he trilled, and we both glared at him.

"WHAT?!"

France steepled his fingers, smirking at the both of us. "Angleterre, you told zis lovely young woman to respect you, oui?" he asked, and I felt a trace of unease at his sly expression. England caught it too, and looked at his long-time frienemy with caution.

"Yes, I bloody well did!" he said nonetheless, too caught up in his anger to be wary, and France laughed his "Ohonhonhonhon", making me gulp.

"Well, you did say she'd need to do zat if she became your apprentice. Well done, you've accepted ze job!" he crowed, spreading his arms as if to embrace us, and I choked as England began to splutter, his face red.

"What- no, I most certainly- it was metaphorical- I didn't mean that- OH YOU BLOODY FROG!" he snarled, picking up another paper cup and chucking it at the Frenchman. Perhaps due to his anger, he missed by a mile (again), and France laughed triumphantly.

"Ohonhonhon, you really do throw like Italy." the other blond said cheerfully, and I thought England might spontaneously combust, he was so angry. He was certainly smoking enough.

Germany stood up and coughed uncertainly. "Well, um, I suppose zat concludes business for now. Now everyone, remember to keep your guard up, und try not to wander out alone. Meeting adjourned!"

10.21 AM, USA Central Time