Stop what you're doing right now, hopeful that means reading my story, get up and do a five-second dance party! DO IT! It makes a bad day so much better!

Oh! Btw I would like you to meet my friend MrsLoganLerman25! She's a good friend of mine and the actually plays Mari! She's a great author so you should TOTALLY read her Percy Jackson fanfic! DOOOOO IIIIIIIT!

On wid da story! Hasta la pasta!

"Leesy Leesy Leesy! Gedup gedup gedup!"

"Nn shudup Ducky…" I groaned, still half-asleep.

"But Leesyyyyyyyy!"

"Get yer buts outa here!" I moaned, chucking a pillow down at where Zara's voice was coming from. I snuggled down into my blankets and hugged my… WAIT A COD-PICKIN' MINUTE!

In a flash I sat up in bed, my loft bed! In my bright blue and sea green room! Hugging my chestnut brown stuffed horse named Star that I've slept with since I was five! … Wait a minute; you didn't just hear that last part did you? Good. Anyways, I was in my room!

"Zara," I said, stuffing Star under the covers. "… Are we home?"

My pint-sized, and still anime, buddy shook her head and beamed. "Nope! Look closer."

So I did. On the ceiling was my small, blue buckskin dream catcher above my head, which was normal, but the ceiling it hung from was sloped, which was not normal. The wall my loft bed was against looked to be nearly ten feet tall, while the opposite wall was only about six feet high. As I climbed down my ladder and noticed a few more differences. My blue and sea green walls were covered with the posters of animals, mostly horses and birds, I'd been meaning to put up. My loft bed was taller, the top of it reaching about six feet, like I'd always wanted it to be. My floor was not covered in papers like usual; instead they were organized neatly into the large box I'd always meant to put them in. In fact, the whole room was organized way better that I'd ever gotten it. It was as if my room had magically transported to our new house and had been adjusted in all the ways I would've wanted it to.

I finally stopped looking around and turned to Zara. "Did this happen to everybody?" I asked her.

Zara nodded eagerly. "Some see!" she said, grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me out of my room. She took me down the hall into another bedroom, where we found Mari, looking around and grinning even wider than usual. Her walls were colored a pale purple and the canopy on her bed matched as did the pull-apart curtains on her windows. There was also an ornate mirror, a big-ish closet, a long dresser and Mari's little sea creature and fairy figurines were everywhere.

"Isn't it great?" Mari giggled. "I've always wanted purple walls!"

"WOO HOO!" We heard a scream from next door. The three of us ran out of Mari's room and into the next room there we found Alex jumping on her circular bed. Also in her room was a desk, an awesome chair, a HUGE closet, and on the walls were posters of Justice Crew and The Wanted.

"It's my rooooooom!" she sing-songed. "It's! My! Room!"

All the noise made me think, Where's Safi? So I went into another room and found Safi looking around, gazing at her room with her hands over her mouth. Her carpet was grassy green and her walls were sky blue, with a Wanted, J-Crew or 1D poster here and there. She had a window bed and outside the window were flower boxes filled with flowers. In a sun-filled corner was a small tree. It basically felt like we were outside.

"How did it get here?" she asked softly. "How did it get so perfect?"

"Hey guys!" Zara exclaimed before anyone could say anything. "Come see my room!" she skipped out the door and across the hall into her room and we followed. The walls were purple in her room…where it wasn't covered with posters of 1D. She had a loft bed and a mini fridge too. On the wall was a corkboard that held everything from jewelry to posters to CDs, and on the shelves were lots of movies.

Then Safi asked a very good question: "Did this only happen to the bedrooms?"

My friends and I looked at each other for a second, then we made a mad dash for the stairs. We ran down them as fast as we could without falling and dying and we went into the living room. There was Safi's round couch, only bigger, and it was facing a large flat screen TV from her house, with an impressive surround sound system and stacks of movies from all our houses, which added up to quite a few.

"… I wonder," Zara said to herself, then she and Alex looked at each other and dashed downstairs. Safi, Mari and I ran after them when we heard delighted screaming. Once we got downstairs, we saw another flat screen TV from my place, which was surrounded by gaming systems from all our houses. A Wii and Wii U from my house, X-box 360 with Kinect from Safi's house, a PlayStation from Zara's place, and all of our videogames combined. There was also equipment for Guitar Hero's for different versions, including the Wii version from my place. There was also the floor hockey and the foosball tables from Mari's place. Last but certainly not least was the mother of all music players. It looked like, and probably was, a combination of all our boom box-type-thingies from all our houses combined into one big piece of machinery no doubt loud enough to wake the dead.

"Omigosh this is awesome!" Alex exclaimed, gazing around the large variety of electronics.

"Crazy." I said, gaping at the sound system. Oh how I wanted to plug in something heavy from Skillet, turn the bass up to the max and shake the glass. Screw it; why not shake the whole house?! I'd have fun with this. Oh how I'd have fun with this.

While my friends continued to look around the downstairs, I went up for the kitchen. I always woke up ravenous and despite the huge meal I'd had last night today was no exception. I knew that last time we checked the kitchen all that was in it were Zara's fudge-filled brownies in the fridge, but all the other stuff that had been magically transported here gave me hope. When I opened the fridge, I found that it was stuffed with food from all or our homes. The cupboards were full too, and in one I found what I was looking for.

"GUYS!" I yelled. "IN THE MORNIN', I'M MAKIN' WAFFLES!"*

"WAFFLES!" Zara screamed from the basement before thundering up the stairs, closely trailed by the rest of our waffle-loving friends.

I laughed at the eagerness of my friends as I pulled out one, two, three, four, five waffle irons, including Mari's super-awesome Mickey Mouse waffle iron. "Zara! List off ingredients for waffles!" I commanded.

"Ma'am yes ma'am!" Zara answered, napping her feat together and saluting.

"DON'T call me a ma'am do I look like a ma'am?**" I asked.

"Yes ma'am! I mean no ma'am! I mean, yes sir! Ingredients include flour, baking powder, sugar, salt, eggs, milk and butter, sir!"

"Now drop and give me twelve… eggs!"

My friends and I laughed and we went around the kitchen collecting the requited ingredients. Well, four of us did. Alex went around collecting condiments. Berries, whipped cream, butter, syrup, peanut butter, chocolate syrup, candy, the works. Our waffles aren't healthy, but they're YUMMY!

We decided to make a feast of waffles in celebration of all our stuff being transported here, so we plugged in all five waffle irons (we didn't care about the fire hazard) and filled a huge bowl with waffle batter. However, making all the waffles would take a while, so we decided that we'd man each other's irons while we took turns going up and showering. While making waffles, we turned on the radio and began flipping between stations, jamming to whatever was on. Whenever there wasn't any music downstairs, we could hear some upstairs, so I assumed that they'd found my shower radio. One by one my friends went up the stairs, showered, got dressed and came back down. And, not to be weird or anything, but my friends looked really good! Now that they were clean and in fresh clothes, there was almost an aura of good-looking-ness around them. Come to think of it, there probably was. Must've been the anime-ness of the world kicking in.

Like a nice friend I let my buddies go first, so I sighed with relief when it was finally my turn. I'd been wearing the same pajamas for three days now. My poor fuzzy cow pajama pants were covered in grass stairs, dirt stains, food stains and they stuck to my legs because of what was probably sweat. Gross! I couldn't wait to change out of them.

I quickly picked out some clothes before heading into the bathroom, and when I got there the radio was blaring some country station. I rolled my eyes, knowing that Mari had been here, and changed the station to something more pop/rock/rap-ish before entering the bliss of hot water.

"I hear your hea-a-art beat to the beat of the drums (rum pum)/Oh, what a shame that you came here with someo-one/So while you're here in my a-a-arms/Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!" I sang as I stepped out of the shower. As the song continued, I brushed my teeth as I hummed along to the music, a messy process to say the least. I spat, sang some, rinsed, swishing to the music, spat again and kept singing. "Young punks, shootin' shots/Safi's dog eats dirty socks/Music up, don't get caught/T's all the waffles that I've got/It's pretty obvious you want to drink Crush/You know I'm sexy and I'm makin' you blush!"I grinned at the utter absurdity of my changed lyrics, so glad that no one was listening.

I began dancing around the bathroom in happiness, slipping falling and laughing on the wet floor, all while singing, "Loo-king for some trouble tonight/Take my hand, I'll show you the wild, side/Like it's the last night of our lives/We'll keep dancing 'til we die!" Gosh it felt good to be clean! Speaking of clean, CLEAN CLOTHES! I quickly put on a pair of jeans that were neither tight nor loose, a blue and green tie-dye tank tip and a loose, light green shirt with feathers printed on it. I took a towel and rubbed it quickly over my blue, Anne Hathaway-style hair, grinning as it stuck up all over the place. I took out my hair goop that had been transported here and used it to fix my hair in a way that was messy but also looked good. Then I put in some brightly-colored feather earrings and I was done. I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what I saw. It was so easy to look good in this anime world! To express my happiness, I kicked my bare foot (socks are for squares…well, not literally) in the air and said, "Hya!" Once I'd gotten that out of my system, I shut off the radio, opened the door and presented myself to the world.

BLOODY HECK LITERALLY!

"HI LEES!" my friends, who were with the countries, screamed while grinning like madwomen when I walked out.

"OH GOSH!" my immediate response was to gasp as I jumped a foot in the air. I put one hand over my rapidly-pounding heart and the other I used to brace myself against the doorframe. "Don't DO that!" I yelled once I'd caught my breath "You guys almost gave me a heart attack!"

"I'm so sorry Leesy!" Safi cried as she glomped me. She had probably been dragged into this.

I sighed and then gasped again as the rest of my friends followed her example. Italy did too, but Germany pried him off. "We love you Leesy!" my friends yelled happily as they smothered me in love.

"Guys!" I exclaimed from under my pile of friends. "I feel the love already!'

My friends laughed and let go of me, totally not sorry at all.

I couldn't help but grin at them as I straitened my shirt. It's not like I wouldn't have done the same thing. Then I realized something. "… Wait," I said. "How long have you guys been standing out here?"

No one answered. My friends went into giggle fits beside me, America wore a mischievous grin on his face, England looked like he was holding back a smile, France had on a very pervy smile, Russia was smiling the same way he always did, China looked at me awkwardly, Italy stood there smiling idiotically, Japan looked uncomfortable and sensed the mood and refrained from speaking, and Germany wasn't looking at me.

I remembered what I'd been singing. You know I'm sexy and I'm makin' you blush! Well I was the one blushing now. The next thing I knew I was hiding behind Mari like Italy with Germany. Shoot! Why'd I do that?! Now I was even more embarrassed because of my cowardice. But at the same time, there was no way I was leaving my 'hiding' place.

"Aw, c'mon Lees!" Zara pulled me out from behind my Mari-shield, much to my displeasure. "It wasn't that bad!"

"Except for the sexy part," Alex snickered.

Upon hearing this, I quickly backed into the bathroom and shut the door.

"Leesy! Stop it!" Safi said, pushing the door back open.

"I need an emo sulking corner." I stated flatly.

"Later." Safi replied and pulled me back out of the bathroom. "For now, stay out here and be social."

"But I don't want tooooo!" I whined.

"We're sorry we…um, heard your singing, dude." America said, trying to keep back laughter.

I sighed, forcing a smile. "It's fine. I'll get over it."

No one answered. The countries just stood there staring at us for a long time. You could practically taste the awkwardness. Apparently the countries weren't aware that they were staring.

"DON'T DUCKING STARE AT ME!" Zara finally screamed. No, she didn't swear. She really said 'ducking'.

This startled the heck out of the countries, Italy even hid behind Germany.

"Whoa, easy there Ducky," Alex said, putting a hand on Zara's shoulder.

"S-Sorry," England said, still a bit shocked at Zara's outburst. "It's just, you ladies clean up nicely."

"Ve! We've only seen you pretty ladies all dirty!" Italy exclaimed happily as he came out from behind Germany. "Now you look even more pretty!"

Mari and England twitched at the improper English.

"Yeah! You chicks are hot!" America said loudly with a huge grin, which was soon whipped off his face when China smacked him upside the head.

"America! That is not polite-aru!" China glanced at us. "E-Even if it is true."

"Ohonhonhon! You ladies are looking very sexy-OW!" France was saying with a very creepy smile only to get it punched off by Germany. "'Ey! What was zat for?!" he cried indignantly.

Germany said nothing, his face like stone. He glanced at me and I gave him a half-smile of thanks for shutting the creeper up. He quickly looked away from me, looking very frustrated, which confused me.

"So why are you guys here?" Safi got to the point.

"Werr," Japan said. "Since you girrs are not from here, we have decided that you wirr spend a day with each of us so that we can introduce you to this worrd."

"Sounds like fun!" Zara said with a grin.

"Yeah dudes!" America shouted, striking an epic pose. "You chicks get to hang out with me first! We start out tomorrow yo!"

"YEAH!" Alex responded almost as enthusiastically as our country and they high-fived.

I couldn't help but grin also. America was obnoxious, loud and annoying…just like us! This was going to be fun!

"By the way," Mari said, interrupting Alex and America's happy-fest, addressing the rest of the countries. "Would any of you have anything to do with all our stuff being transported here by any chance?"

England smiled a bit, raising his hand and said, "I am afraid I am the culprit. Surprise!"

"You did this?" Mari asked, wide eyed. "How?"

"A magician never reveals his secret," he said, his smile turning a bit mischievous.

"England likes to practice magic, da." Russia said, smiling a bit wider.

The Brit was about to protest but before he could Mari gasped. "Magic?" she exclaimed. "You do magic?"

England looked around uncomfortably. "W-Well," he said. "The thing is, I-Oh!" The next thing he knew Mari was hugging him tightly.

"That is so cool!" she exclaimed. "Thank you for bringing our stuff here and making it even better! Can I see you do magic sometime?"

England, stunned that he had been glomped, looked down at Mari with a shocked expression, who was looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, and boy was it working! "A-Alright," he said, and I got the idea from the countries' reactions that this was something that England would never allow.

Mari smiled, her eyes alight with anticipation as she let go of the Brit, who looked almost a bit…sad. He must not get a lot of hugs.

"I'm hungryyyyyyyy!" Zara whined randomly. "I want waffles!"

Safi giggled, turned to the countries and asked, "Would you like to join us for some waffles?"

"DUH!" America cried, did a fistpump and ran down the stairs, leaving a dust trail behind him…in the house.

I watched our uber-hyper country charge downstairs, trailed by an also hyper Alex, a waffle-ecstatic Zara, an anxious Safi, a laughing Mari, and a whole lot of other countries shaking their heads. "Tomorrow's gonna be one heck of a day huh?" I asked them.

Then countries turned to look at me, and in unison they said, "You have no idea."

*Shrek

**Transformers 3