A/N - Not a long chapter, but I wanted to update fast. Plus, I thought that was a pretty good cliffhanger. ;) Thanks for the reviews guys, I really appreciate it.

Let's keep on truckin'.

Chapter Two:

"It's funny, really. I 'type' people all the time now based on that Keirsey temperament theory. I'm having a tough time with you, but I think you're an Idealist..." Elizabeth ranted on once again about some personality test she found online. Her wanna-be psychiatrist friend stood in front of Lorelei, studying her thoughtfully.

"If you keep doing that, Elly, people are going to think you're checking me out." Lorelei commented dryly, still sore from the fight with Annie yesterday. After they had each presented their 'lesson learned' to their mother at dinner, she grounded them both for a week.

Which meant no Hetalia, which meant life sucked.

Maybe she was being a little dramatic, but gosh darn it, she didn't care at the moment. All she cared about was the fact that her little sister could get away with murder, and the moment she tried to step in, her mother jumped down her throat. She dealt with a very corrupt justice system in her house.

She needed to stop thinking about it, though. It was visibly darkening her mood, and she could tell Elizabeth noticed by the concern on her face.

"Are you okay?" Elizabeth asked, eyebrows knit together. "You're unusually moody today."

"Fine," Lorelei sighed, "Just some stupid family stuff. I'll get over it." She plastered a small smile on her face, but she knew Elly was clever enough to see through it. "Anyway, what's up with this Keirsey thing? What am I?"

Elly gave her a long look, but decided not to press the subject further, much to Lorelei's relief. "I'm thinking you may be an Idealist, but I'm not sure."

"Well, what are you?" She was trying her best to be interested for her friend, but her mind was in so many other places, it was hard to focus.

"I'm an Idealist, too. Which is why I'm not sure; because an Idealist tends to type other people as Idealists. I think you should come over some time and I should give you the test; it's really interesting and cool. Like, I think my mom's a Guardian, which would explain why we don't always get along. She's a concrete thinker, while I tend to think more abstractly. And also..."

Aaaaand Lorelei was lost. But she still nodded along to the conversation and contributed here and there where she felt it was necessary, but took almost nothing from it when they said their goodbyes and Lorelei went into the last class of the day.

The World History class was her favorite one. Her interest had been sparked by Hetalia. She realized that not all of the things shown in Hetalia were necessarily true, but it made history interesting. (and hilarious, in some aspects.)

And today they were talking about famous wars in history, particularly the Austro-Prussian war. The details of the war remained sketchy in her mind, but she enjoyed learning about it; especially since Prussia was her favorite character. At least, he was for right now; she tended to switch every couple months or so.

"Ah, good afternoon, Ms. Easton. How are you?" Her teacher, Mss. Lavine, gave her a smile and greeting as she entered the classroom.

"Doing good," She robotically answered with a small smile, "How 'bout you?"

"I'm doing well, thank you. You all ready to learn about the Austro-Prussian war?" Mss. Lavine asked while shuffling the papers at her desk.

Lorelei actually smiled genuinely, "Yep! I'm sure it'll be interesting." She chuckled a little to herself as she sat down in one of the desks near the window. "Very interesting."

"Mom, I'm home!"

And of course, no one's there to greet her. Her mother was probably at work, and that meant Annie was with her father. They shared custody; her mom has her on weekends, and her father has her during the week.

It was a good thing, Lorelei thought, since that meant she only had to deal with the little devil 3 out of 7 days of the week.

With a sigh, she dropped her backpack onto the couch and meandered her way into the kitchen. Eating a few snacks, watching a little TV, then doing her homework sounded like a good way to spend the evening, since she was grounded from the computer.

What she did not expect to find was a man sticking his head in her fridge, stuffing his face full with the contents therein. The moment she identified his body as unfamiliar, she froze. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, but her muscles had stiffened to the point of causing pain. She backed away slowly, eyes trained on the man who hadn't seemed to notice her yet. Who does that? She thought, Who just goes into someone's house and eats their food?

The criminals in this world must be getting pretty desperate. Or maybe he was actually a homeless guy. While backing away, she didn't expect to back into something soft yet firm.

"Oh," She heard a man's voice coming from right above her.

Slowly, she tilted her head up in terror.

Green eyes stared back at her.

She screamed.