TM: Hello you guys! Welcome to this installment of-

America: Hey author dude, you said I will appear in this chapter!

TM: You won't if you keep interrupting… -_-

America: But you can't cut out the Hero!

TM: *sigh* In this chapter," the Hero" and a certain wavy haired Frenchman will appear to much of my enjoyment *sarcasm*.

America: Aw, lighten up! I will be here to save the day!

TM: Well you're half right. Anyway on with the story! :D

As we start exiting the car, hear a familiar laugh. I think it went, "Ohonhonhonhon". Why does that seem so familiar? And why does it feel like I'm going to get raped? OH, SHI- Before I realize who made the laugh, felt myself beginning groped by a wavy haired blond.

"I've missed you, Mon Cher~ Has Angleterra been treating you well? You seem a bit thin, probably from not eating zat Type text or a website address or translate a document.

corbeille he calls "Food". But don't worry~ Big Brother France will cook you a fabulous meal! And maybe a little "something" for desser-" When he said that, I felt his hand wonder to a place it should not be. England stood there with an awkward expression on his face. Why didn't he do anything to stop this? I could not take this sexual abuse any longer and punched him straight in the gut!

"GET OFF ME, PERVERT!"

"Waaaaaahhhh" France groaned and hit the ground with a thud. I couldn't help but laugh at him with a "waaaaahhh" like that.

"Idiot… You deserved this. You should know a thing or two about personal space." England scolds the now defeated France lying on the asphalt. Easy for you to say, you just stood there and watched. There are times like this I start to think England is a closet perv… I better apologize to France; it seems like something Seychelles might do.

So I said with most fakest sweet voice I could think of (Because I really wasn't sorry. He deserved getting pushed in the stomach.)" I'm so sorry, Papa France. I didn't mean to hurt you. You just startled me a little."

"Ah, it's okay, mon amor. I shouldn't have surprised you like that." France got up, holding is now bruised stomach.

"Umm, will you be alright?" I said suddenly feeling concern for the man who just tried to "have his way with me".

"Oui, je vais très bien." he said smiling at me. I blushed.

"Let's go, Seychelles! We have one minute before the meeting starts!" England ordered.

"Angleterra, you know ze meeting won't start without you. So why are you rushing my poor Seychelles" wondered the blue eyed Frenchman.

"A gentleman is always punctual and never keeps his guests waiting. And I can order MY colony around anyway I want to because she is MY colony. If you wanted to keep her, you should have never signed her over to me in the first place. Now let's go, Seychelles."

Wow, that's right. France signed over Seychelles to England after he had lost that battle over her in 1801. France must still feel bad about having to do that her. She probably misses him a lot too. He was like a father to her, he even taught her his own language and culture to her when she was first started to be a country… But why should I care about something like this, it's not like I'm actually her anyway. I'm just a normal high school girl who just got turned into a Hetalia character.

I followed England to the conference room, where I saw many other country were already there. Including the country I'm original from, America. It's so strange being a country while being from another country. I really want to talk about the things that are going on in his country or rather what's going to happen… I forgot Hetalia is set back in the past… Oh well, It's America and I can tell him anything and he will understand. Maybe I should tell about the situation I'm in since he is the only one who might be able to understand. Everyone else might look at me funny and t…

As I was going to take a seat next to England, I realized that the seats all have name tags. That means I would have to look for my name out of all these countries. Just when I was about to start looking… hear somebody calling my name.

"Ms. Seychelles, over here!" shouted a tan skinned man with short black hair.

What country is he? I had never seen him in the anime. But he does look like I have seen him before. But where?

I take my seat next to the mysterious country and I look over to see that his nametag says "India". That's right. India was never in the anime but in the 2011 Halloween strip. That's where I have seen him!

"Hehehe, Did you forget where you sat the last time, Ms. Seychelles?" joked a smiling India.

"Umm hehe, yea I kinda did." I lied.

"That's alright. Do you want me to pour you some of my Darjeeling Tea before the meeting starts? It's considered to be one of the finest teas in the world." The Indian man offered holding a porcelain teapot.

"Well, since you put it that way… I would-"

"ALRIGHT! LET'S START THIS MEETING, DUDES AND DUDETTES!" interrupted a very loud America.

"America, I'm in charge of this meeting this time. So we don't need your loudmouth voice announcing the meeting has started." stated a very annoyed England.

"I know but you were taking too long. Plus I should be the one in charge this time! I'm the one helping you guys out with this totally awesome plan I created. AND I did save your asses in the war by bombing Japan. Right Japan?" smirked the American looking at a very sick Japan.

"I-I rather not tark about it…" stuttered the ill Japanese man.

"Why don't we let Amerique led this meeting. He's doing a better job than you, Angleterra." stated France flipping his wavy locks.

"SHUT UP! No one asked you for your opinion, Frog! And I know you are trying to help us, America. But this is my meeting and you're going to have to wait your turn like everyone else." replied England.

"But I'm considered a Superpower!" whined the hamburger lover.

"I am too, a superpower. Does that mean you all will become one with me? "smiled Russia.

Everyone said, "NO!" simultalously.

Soon this "meeting" became a gigantic argument between countries. England and France were beating the crap out of each other as always. America and Russia began arguing who was the biggest superpower. Greece socked the hell of out of Turkey for waking him up. And Italy danced around saying "Pasta~" Some of the other countries, like me and India, sat back and watched. Others tried stopping it, like Germany and Austria, but failed. And others started fighting for no reason at all. I brought the snacks China was selling and sat back watched this amazing show.

"This is better than cable~ PUNCH HIM HARDER, ENGLAND!"

TM: And end Scene. This chapter was the funest (not a real word) to write! And sorry, no cliffhangers this time. :P Hopefully I will get in to more why I had been turn into Seychelles in later chapters. I ,also,added more historical facts in this chapter. Like the plan America was talking about happens to be the marshall plan. :D And the reason why I made Japan sick was because the of the nuclear radiation from the bomb. I feel sorry that happened to him and the Japanese people, But it was the only way to ended the war... D: I also added tensions between America and Russia which might led to the Cold war.

America: Woo! I made an appearance! XD

TM: Yeah, but a short one. :P

America: So? I still appeared. Will I be in the next chapter?

TM: I don't know. Will you? *Sarcasm*

England: America, quit annoying the Author. I'm surprised she had even put you into the story.

TM and America: YOU CAN'T WRITE A STORY WITHOUT THE HERO!

England: I forgot you're American too… Stupid Americans. -_-;

TM: Stupid stuck up British people… (No offense to anyone who British! ^_^;) Anyway, Adieu to you!

America: Peace out, mah homies! (Why so 90's, America? -_-)

England: I'm going to ignore that last comment about the British people… Goodbye, old chaps. (Why so British? Sorry I couldn't resist! XD)