A/N - Hello, everyone. :) This chapter is a little silly, but it's getting the train moving.

I'm thinking this story is going to have it's fair share of crack, along with serious moments.

I hope you stick along for the ride. Oh, and I haven't fully decided who I will pair Lorelei up with, if anyone. If you think a certain country would be right for her, feel free to comment on it and I'll definitely consider it. :)

(I'm a little biased towards Prussia -shot-)

Chapter Three:

Sometimes, things change.

In the blink of an eye, your world can turn upside down. You have no control over it, you are helpless to it. Your definition of 'normal' changes, because normal is only the word used to define what you're accustomed to dealing with.

But some people don't take change well. Some people roll with the punches, laugh along, and pretend like it was all planned. Others go into shock, or even refuse to accept the reality of their new 'normal'.

Lorelei does not deal with change well. This was not something she had realized until she found herself staring into the green eyes of a certain Englishman.

"Do you live here?" He asked.

Why couldn't she speak? Her body was frozen, numb with fear but buzzing with adrenaline. Her throat went dry, and she felt like her body was going to implode.

"Huh?" The other guy raised his head out of the fridge, a piece of leftover pizza dangling out of his mouth. Black glasses fell forward onto the very edge of his nose, bright blue eyes staring at her curiously. "Oh dude, is this the girl?"

White spots began to dot her vision. She also felt very lightheaded all of a sudden. Even with her limited medical experience, she knew she was about to faint.

The green-eyed man set his hands on her shoulders, noticing her swaying movements. "Woah there. Are you alright?"

"E-England," She choked out, right before the white dots took over her vision and her mind fell into unconsciousness.

The rotating blades of her ceiling fan were slightly calming as she laid on the living room couch. Circular, circles, feel the flow...

She let out a deep breath through her nose, closing her eyes as she reflected on her dream. It all felt so real; England and America in her kitchen? As if! Maybe it was a good thing her mom had grounded her from the computer; maybe she did need a break from that show, even if she didn't want to admit it.

"I think she woke up, dude."

"You nit, keep your voice down, she'll hear you."

It was official: Lorelei had a mental illness. She was hallucinating. How else could you explain the fact that England and America were peeking their heads around the archway separating the kitchen and living room?

Maybe someone drugged her during school today. That one girl from Biology always seemed like she didn't like her very much...

America and England noticed her eyes on them almost immediately. "Great job, you git." England mumbled, elbowing the American in the chest before stepping into the living room cautiously.

"Um, I know this is rather sudden," England said, "But please don't faint again."

"Yeah dude, you should've seen it. This guy couldn't even lift you! I had to carry you in there." America interjected, a mocking laugh following his words.

England's temper immediately flared. "You git! I told you, I was sore from working out this morning! And then she fell so suddenly too, I didn't have time to react to it."

America snorted in laughter, "Yeah sure, dude. You're just an old grandpa, admit it."

As England was about to retort, an awkward clearing of the throat interrupted him.

"That is enough, you two." A certain irritated German appeared jogged down the stairway and into the living room. "Your childish arguments have no place here. This girl needs to be debriefed as soon as possible. Leave the room if you can't hold your tongue." Germany lectured, his face turning a little more red the angrier he became.

"What was zat about tongue?" French laughter floated in the air from the upstairs, making England instantly pop a blood vessel.

"SHUT UP, YOU PERVERTED FROG!" He shouted up the stairs. Before he could launch into a string of other curses, he felt America poking him on the shoulder.

"Uh, dude."

England grimaced as he looked over his shoulder at the young nation. "What is it, America?"

"That chick totally just left."

"WHAT?!"

Germany quickly turned back, but Lorelei was gone.

"Why didn't you stop her, you git?!" England immediately shouted at the happy-go-lucky nation, who only laughed as a response.

"Dude, she's American. Free will and all that." America said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Duh."

"I've had it up to here with your irresponsible behavior-"

"You dummkopfs!" Germany's loud voice boomed, interrupting their spat. "Our focus should be on finding her as soon as possible! I say we split up the area of a four-mile radius and do a thorough search through every premises."

England glared at the stoic nation. "No! Magic would reveal her location to me-"

"Or dude, I could totally track her with her cell phone." America interjected, "It says she's right...there!" He pointed to the table, where Lorelei's cell-phone lay.

"Brilliant. Just brilliant, America."

"Shut up, you old fart. Like your 'magic' idea was any better."

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Germany's rage level reached over 9000. His face was bright red from fury, and he immediately began dishing out orders to the other nations. "Italy! Japan! And everyone else up there!" He shouted up the stairs, "A search and rescue has been arranged for Lorelei Easton - find and attain this girl as quickly as possible!"

"Yes, sir!" Japan and Italy appeared at the top of the stairs. Quickly, they scurried down the stairway and out the door.

Pleased at their quick response, Germany turned towards England and America. "Now, us three will secure the premises around the immediate area. She couldn't have gotten far, and each second we waste only lets her get farther away."

"Um, Germany?" Italy reappeared at the door, Japan cringing from shame in the background.

Germany sighed. And here he had been hoping that those years of training had finally paid off for Italy. Obviously, he had been too optimistic. "What is it, Italy?"

Italy grinned carelessly. "What does-a she look like?"