Chapter 1

Inside the walls of the UN's headquarters, chaos is sure to be found. The annual world meeting in New York is taking place, and just like every other world meeting, no one can come to an agreement on anything.

Germany, exhausted by all the useless yelling he has been doing, has given up the hopeless task of trying to get the nations in order, and has instead taken to stare empty-headed at the wall.

Amongst the loud yelling, America's voice seems to be the loudest. The boisterous American is currently trying to convince poor Japan to buy some of his "super awesome" weapons.

"Mr. America, I've told you already. I'm not interested" the Japanese sighs.

America pouts, but leaves Japan alone in favor to bother another nation. His voice may be loud, but he is not the only one. England and France seem to be in a heated argument about cuisine, and no one can get through to either of them. Not even America, who certainly tries but to no avail.

Greece, for some apparent reason, seems to be the only one to be unbothered by the noise, choosing instead to nap in his chair. Some of the nations are flipping through their phones, while others are staring boringly out into the thin air.

Hungary had chosen to draw some quick doodles and was in the process of handing a doodle of Gilbert to Prussia, when she and everyone else in the room, was interrupted by a loud siren. It's a high pitch, which makes everyone stop what they're doing and cover their ears. The loud and irritating noise does a better job at making everyone shut up than Germany. It even woke Greece up. Impressive.

Suddenly, a giant white tv-screen appears out of the air.

"England, is this your doing?" asks Germany, clearly too tired to be mad about it.

England scoffs. "As if I could magically conjure a tv-screen. What would even be the purpose of that?!"

The nations move closer to inspect it. There's no letter or trace from the consignor. Germany slowly moves his hand up to touch the screen, but quickly recoils when the screen lights up.

Dear nations of the world

Who I am or what I do is not important. What is important, though, is what I am sending to you. Where I come from, you are all fictional. In fact, you're from an anime. It's quite a popular show and like anything else that popular, there's also fanfiction about you. I have chosen to take one of the most popular fanfics of them all and make it into an audio book. Text will also be shown on the screen.

You may do with this information as you want, but I highly recommend that you all listen to it. It might help you understand each better.

Best regards

The Voice

PS. You might need some tissues after listening to it. And you will never look at pineapples the same way again.

"What the hell does this even mean?" yells a confused Swiss. He is not particularly fond of tricks.

"It's obvious, da?"

Tension fills the air as Russia slowly makes his way to the center of the room. The creepy aurora that the Russian man gives out is enough to make some of the nations shudder.

"We're supposed to listen to it."

Japan nods and elaborates. "It's quite normal at my place to make animes and write fanfiction about it. Though I have never heard, that they've made an anime about US."

There's a speculative look on Germany's face.

"The letter said: Where I am from.. Like she's from a complete different planet than us."

The German looks over at England, who's eyes widen.

"Yes of course! Why didn't I see this before?" Arthur rambles on about something on magic, seemingly lost in thoughts.

"England!" Germany yells, rather harshly, and startles the Englishman out of his thoughts.

"Pardon me. I think she is from another universe. That's the only logical explanation."

Some of the nations roll their eyes. As if another universe really exists. But England and Norway look seriously at each other and nod.

Germany sighs. He really doesn't want to deal with this.

"Okay. Where she's from doesn't matter right now. She doesn't sound like a threat, and there might lay some truth to her words. We might as well listen to her."

Some shrugs on their shoulders, simply not caring, others have no problem with showing their excitement. It's definitely a change from the boring meeting, and who knows? This might turn out to be fun!