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Welp, this here be a new update. Story may or may not slow down, I'm currently dragging my ass with ch7, but I'll pick myself up if my readers demand it.

Warnings: Swearing.

"That easier for you?" America asked smiling in his boyish way. I was remotely aware of the plush missing from the top of my head. I placed two fingers to my tingling lips, still feeling that mystical warmth deep within me.

My first kiss.

"Look what you did you git! Now the child's gone stagnant!" England berated, motioning to me. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

I just had my first kiss.

"Whoa…." My eyes widened at the sound. The sound I had made. This had to be a dream, no way was this happening. Trying once more for conformation, I opened my mouth, "H-hi."

Holy shit.

"I can speak." I murmured. "I-I can speak!" I exclaimed a bit louder. My face broke into a giant smile, I could speak!

"Ve~?" Italy came towards me, "you can understand us now?"

I nodded, "Yes."

He beamed, embracing me, "Yay! I'm so happy! Now we can be friends and eat lots of pasta together!" Elated and having no real clue what he was babbling about, I hugged him back giggling. Getting free, I ran to America hugging him the most. He wasn't a rapist! This man was a fucking Angel of God!

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" This was so fucking AWESOME! I mean, I sounded a little hoarse and whatever, but who the fuck gave a fuck?! I COULD FINALLY CURSE OUT THAT SON OF A BITCH WHO OWED ME MONEY!

"Comrade," Russia started, eerie smile on his face, "I believe you've made a mistake. The child has an American accent, da?"

America's smile turned into a smirk and he placed a vice like grip on my shoulder. "Of course, she's now an American citizen," he proclaimed.

I blinked. American citizen?..…Ok I'm lost.

"What's an American?" I asked.

The room went quiet. I glanced up to America who had the most humorous mix of utter disbelief and insulted expression on his face. The others appeared amused; especially Russia. Maybe the two had some weird thing going on between them.

"Let me explain, ma cherie. An American is a rude, obnoxious-"

"Hey!" America cut France off, glaring. The elder man held his hands in surrender chuckling under his breath. "How can you not know what an American is? Have you not heard of the Statue of Liberty? Land of the Free? President Obama!"

"Who?" This time he ran to England whining on about how wrong the world was not to know what America was.

"Ve~ have you ever heard of Italy?" the happy brunette asked.

"Isn't that your name?" I questioned.

"It is, but it's also the name of me and fratello's country." He said pointing to the upset looking twin of his. So I was right, wonder which one was older.

I shook my head in denial. "What's a country?" I seriously am starting to go with the theory that these guys were aliens. They all gaped at me like I grew a freaking foot out of my ear. (Which I've had the displeasure of seeing. Eugh.)

"Tell me; is there an organization called the United Nations?" China probed cautiously. Once again I shook my head in denial. All of them paled considerably. What was their problem?

"Maybe we have been away longer than we expected." Japan muttered. "Eto, um-"

"O-oh, Aeron." I filled in. Kinda forgot they didn't know my name, odd.

"Aeron-san, what year is it?"

Kind of question was that, "2012?" The response coming out more like a question. Damn, what year was it? Pretty sure I was right.

"So it is the right year." Japan looked worriedly to the others. All the quiet was unnerving to say the least. I fiddled with the pendant around my neck. Hold up.

"How did you guys get here? Are you like aliens or something?" I thought I saw America snigger for a second, but I was too preoccupied with getting my answer to actually question it.

"We are not aliens." Germany answered. Now that I could understand him, he seemed a little stiffer. Like he had a metal rod shoved up his ass or something. Dude needed to get laid, or at least relax. "We each are the personification of individual countries. All of which are in accordance to our namesake."

Definite pole up his ass.

"So then," I'd moved to the bed Elph in lap, while they all stood or sat (America and Italy next to me) around the small room. "Why aren't there any countries now?"

"That, we're not sure of," England joined. "Nor what happened to the others."

"Others?" I arched an eyebrow.

He nodded. "We were the only ones Papa was able to protect."

Papa? Did that mean these guys had an actual father? I shifted, "Why-"

Outside the door, was a sort of bell like noise. Then before I knew it, the door slid open to reveal the outside. I turned my attention back to the countries, but they had disappeared.

WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT WAS THAT! WHO THE HELL TOLD THEM THEY COULD DISAPPEAR LIKE THAT!

Sighing, I slowly walked from the room, leaving only poor little Elph to guard my new room.

This. Day. Sucks. ASS.

Firstly, I don't know what the hell that was they tried to pass off as breakfast, but I could have sworn the shit had a finger in it. But before breakfast, I'd gotten lost in the crowds and bumped into people by accident several times. I'd tried to apologize, but for some weird reason, I was as mute as before America kissed me. Now I'd made enemies with some bald chick and her gang. Bitch better be glad I'm against violence.

I'm hungry~!

Just think, cherie, it could be worst.

'I highly doubt that France.' I paused. I quickly scanned the area finding none of the black robes among the endless white uniforms. Maybe I'm over thinking, or it could be the result of no food and sun beaming down on me. I was sitting outside for what they called 'recess'. Pssh, the bastards had Droids paroling the entire area like we were a bunch of rapid wild animals.

You know, it's quite inappropriate for a lady to curse as much as you. , England commented.

Who the hell said I was a lady?

Don't get smart with me!

I giggled, leaning against the wall. If I really did lose my mind, least I had the voices in my head to console me. Shit I've been in here to long. I'm starting to actually consent to being legally labeled insane.

How'd I even got submitted to place is a wonder. Do you guys know? And where the hell are you anyway?

Where the hell else, bastard? We're in the globe.

Oh. I looked down to the pendant and fiddled with it idly.

We can communicate telepathically with you, Japan informed.

Yeah, so you'll never be alone! Ve~

I tensed but felt my face smile warmly at Italy's words. Although creepy, they were comforting. "Thanks." I whispered in their tongue. "You still didn't answer my question."

How the hell should we know bastard, Romano argued.

"Hey America," I paused waiting for his response.

Yeah?

"When you kissed me, I became an American citizen right? What exactly does that mean?"

There was silence as he pondered, I don't know.

I face-palmed, "Did you even know what the hell you were doing?"

No clue. I just kind of winged it!

That blond, four-eyed bastard. Somewhere, I could hear China, Germany, Romano, France, and England all mutter simultaneously 'idiot'.

"Hiya!" I peered up from my arms that lay a top of my folded legs. It was a girl, wild auburn hair blowing in the breeze around us, and wide curious brown orbs staring at me happily. "You talk to yourself!"

….I don't know if I should be insulted right now.

"How come you're all alone? Don'cha got any friends?"

"…"

"Oh hey! You're new here, c'mere!"

I have no fucking idea what's going on, but I can feel myself being dragged of to God-knows-where by a psycho.

"Look what I got! A newbie pet, and its all mine!" she proclaimed holding me against her as if I were a rag doll.

What the hell?

I glanced at the others she was addressing. Four others sat in a semi-circle blankly staring my direction. A pale girl with medium length dark violet hair and green eyes. Another girl with a slightly darker skin complexion than mine with burgundy highlighted hair and brown eyes. Lastly, a pair of dark skinned twins with equally length black hair and black eyes. The only thing that set them apart where the berets in their hair. The one on the left had a sort of pink musical note, whilst the other donned a blue and black butterfly wing. Pretty.

"What's its name?"

I'm sorry, it? I glared at the purple haired girl, which she ignored.

"Hmm, I think I'll call it Steve." Redhead said.

Hell no! Disregarding the others I removed the girl's arm and pointed to my wristband.

"Aeron Thymes? But I like Steve better!" she pouted. I snatched my hand from the girl and made to walk off when I heard a sniffle. Fake cry all you want, I'm not-

"!"

"Listen here, you're my bitch now. Do as I say, and no one gets hurt." My eyes widened as they met the dark smirking ones of the once happy brunette. The surprise lasted all of three seconds before I threw Miss Crazy off me completely.

"That's what you get, Luna." The girl with burgundy highlights commented. Her attention was on me, "Aeron Thymes? I'm Violet." She pointed to the others for introduction.

Amie was the purple haired girl helping out Luna, the girl with the music note in her hair was Cake, her twin Summer.

"You don't talk much, do you?" Violet asked. I mimed my handicap to her. "Ah, that makes sense."

Luna jumped hugging me tightly, "You're still gonna be my friend right?" The hell was up with her and hugs?

"We suggest that you do, if you don't Ella might get mad." Cake and Summer both spoke. Ugh, I hope they didn't do that creepy twin thing where one started a sentence and the other finished it. That'd be fucking creepy.

You and Romano don't do that do you, Italy?

Ve~ Well no-

Why the hell are you asking that bastard?

I'm just askin' a question Romano. Don't be a bitch.

Who the fuck you calling a bitch, bastard!

Suck a dick.

Grow one.

Fuck off.

Fuck you!

NOT EVEN IF YOU WERE THE LAST BITCH ON EARTH!

GOOD, CAUSE YOU PROBABLY GIVE ME AN STD!

LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN ALREADY HAVE ONE!

WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP, VERDAMMT!

FUCK OFF POTATO BASTARD!

I rubbed my head as the argument progressed until I heard Italy offer some 'hug therapy'. Must've worked if it got him to shut up. Seriously, what's his problem?

"THE FUCK DID YOU SAY BASTARD?""FUCK YOU!"

Great, another fist brawl. Fuck. My. Life.

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