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*Well, thank you so much for the reviews, favorites and follows! I honestly thought no one would read my story, because 1)there are a lot of OCs and 2)the entire freaking thing was BOLDED. To those of you who are confused, I didn't mean to, and I even checked before posting.

*But I guess FF also has a knack for trolling people.

*Warning: There will be a lot of OC randomness (and bitchy cheerleader bonuses)in the first two chapters. If you read them anyway, then I love you. XD

*If you want to understand the confusing plot line that will come, then you better read about Sophie's strange event. It explains a lot. Also, I changed the ending of the previous chapter so things won't move along too fast.

*I have nothing more to say, so enjoy!

CHAPTER TWO

"Are you sure this spell is going to work?"

"Trust me, Japan. Never doubt the power of the United Kingdom."

xXx

A strange thing happened to me some years ago. I was only nine, a skinny kid with stringy hair and braces. In Spain, everyone got along so no one made fun of me, neither.

I was always the top of my class in terms of grades, but that was where the good stuff ended. I had absolutely no artistic talent (and still don't), so while the teacher oohed and aahed over another girl in my class's works, the one who I remember had beautiful black hair and pure green eyes (unlike my grayish ones), she himmed and haahed over mine. I never excelled in any sports, with swimming as an exception because my mom believes that I might need to use those skills someday if I ever am to get myself into a water-related disaster. I was terrible at singing, even worse at piano.

So, on to the point.

Back in Spain, I walked home from school, and had to pass through the woods to get to our house. One time when I was trudging past all the trees, a hand grabbed my arm.

Naturally, I screamed. The woods were usually empty.

"Shh," a voice said. I turned to see a girl a few years older than me. She had auburn hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen. She had the typical Siran look, too: small nose, curly hair, petite figure, pale skin.

The girl was more pretty than I would ever be.

"This might sound crazy," she said, "but I really need your help."

"Um," I said. "I think you got the wrong-"

"No, it's definitely you." She closed her eyes and seemed to think. Then her eyes opened and she stared at me intensely.

To be honest, I was a little freaked out by now.

"Are you Sophie RuKEE Dupont?" she asked.

I gulped. If she'd only said my first and last name, I wouldn't have been surprised. It was a pretty common name.

But she knew my middle name.

"Yes," I squeaked, my nine-year old knees shaking uncontrollably. "How did you know?"

"I asked around," she said. Her eyes wandered around nervously, then traveled back to my face. "Do you happen to be in possession of a pair of glass dice? They each have six sides and red dots, and sort of glow in the dark."

I gulped. She wasn't going to take it from me, was she?

"No, I don't have anything like that," I lied.

The girl looked doubtful. "Are you sure? It's a very important item."

I shook my head.

She sighed. "Alright, then. I guess I'll have to ask someone else." But as she spoke these words, I got the feeling that she knew I didn't tell the truth.

She turned and began to run off, but I called, "Wait!"

The girl turned her head, green eyes wide.

"Who are you?" I asked, a question that had been on my mind since the second we met.

She gave me a small smile and looked forward, walking away. "You'll meet me again," she said without glancing back. "I promise."

Day 1: Noon

Let me tell you this: one of the toughest obstacles you will ever have to face in high school is finding a table at lunch.

Like every other high school, TISA's cafeteria tables were split into specific groups. After a closer observation, meaning standing there like a total idiot with a measly PB& J sandwich and juice box in hand, I was able to figure out which was which. I'm not going to torture you with another long paragraph, so I'll list them out instead:

1) The jocks. Extremely buff guys that stank of deodorant with skinny girls on their laps.

2) The cheerleaders. Squealing girls in miniskirts and size two jeans, chattering about clothes and gossiping about the latest It couple.

3) The nerds. A mixture of both genders, debating about the laws of physics and roleplaying characters from their favorite video games.

4) The junkies. Exchanging drugs and occasionally sneaking outside for a smoke.

5) The goth group. Heavy dark makeup, chain jewelry, black clothes...what can I say?

6) The athletes. All you need to know is that I'll never be in this group. They'd kick me out, for sure.

7) The no-name group. It was sort of like the table where people who had no exact place went. It was also empty except for a plump girl with colorful braces.

There were two other tables, but I had no idea what to call them. They were either a bunch of Hetalia-obsessed cosplayers who were taking it too far, or there was something wrong with my brain.

If they were cosplaying, then I'd say the first table consisted of Belarus, Korea, America, Lithuania, Estonia, Switzerland, and at the edge of the table, Canada. The second was Latvia, Liechtenstein, Seychelles, Sealand, and Taiwan.

Jenny was sitting with the nerds. She was in middle of a heated argument with a guy over the difference between kinetic energy and momentum, so I decided not to bother her and sat down at the no-name table.

"Are you sitting here?" the plump girl gasped, ogling at me like I was a celebrity.

"Um, yes." I cleared my throat awkwardly and began unwrapping my sandwich. The girl was still staring at me, and I fidgeted under her gaze.

"So, I'm Sophie," I said, just to reduce the awkwardness. "And you are..."

"Harriette!" she said brightly, with a wide smile that revealed all her shiny braces. "Wow, you must be the new girl! Everyone's talking about you. There are rumors that you're a Spanish princess who escaped here because you were running from a Russian assassin!"

Things sure got around fast. "Actually, I'm just a transfer student," I said. "I'm not a princess or anything; I think I'm pretty normal. Just like you, I guess."

Again Harriette gave me a startling glance. What was so amazing? All I did was tell the truth.

Then she blushed. "Sorry," she apologized. "You just seem so...nice. Everyone else would've..." Harriette trailed off and reddened even more, looking at something behind me.

When I turned around, I found an ultra-thin girl (about my age)with five-inch heels, heavy makeup, and silky blond hair standing with her arms crossed. Behind her were two other girls that acted as her retinue, snickering over something that very likely had to do with me.

From my experience of teen romance novels, I knew this was not going to be pleasant.

"I see you're...socializing," the girl said to Harriette, disgust clear in her voice, although she was smiling sweetly.

Harriette twisted her hands together and squeaked, "Go away, Emily."

Emily ignored her and sat down next to me, stretching her long, tanned legs. The other two giggled and copied her. I moved a little so she wasn't squeezing me.

She turned to me, flipping her hair so that it landed all over my half-eaten sandwich.

"So you're the new girl," she purred. "Sasha, right?"

"Sophie," I corrected. I just wished she'd move her hair so I could continue eating.

"Right. I don't mean to be rude, but why are you dressed for Halloween?"

"What?" I was confused.

"Hmm, I don't know...you do look like a pumpkin to me," Emily said thoughtfully.

Her two clones giggled. My hands balled into fists. Sure, I was dressed in a dark orange shirt, orange vest and green jacket, but no one made fun of my sense of fashion. It was just who I am, and they had to deal with it.

Before I could say anything back, Emily was standing up, her friends mimicking her.

"Well, a farewell to you, ladies. And Harriette...I think you're a size too big for your jeans. Maybe two."

I thought that would be it, until Emily lunged for Harriette's cup of ice cream and smeared it all over her face and shirt.

The whole cafeteria grew quiet. Then someone said, "Guess fatass got her ice cream in the right place." Everyone but me and Harriette erupted into hysterical laughter. Harriette burst into tears and ran out of the room. I followed after, but stopped midway when I saw Emily's eyes shift to Alfred, who was dumping out his trash (which I guessed were probably hamburger wrappers).

Everyone's eyes on her, she sauntered up to him and put her hand on his chest. Alfred looked up and stared at Emily with a puzzled expression.

"Hi, Alfred," Emily purred, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.

If he was really America, then he probably had no clue what was going on.

"Oh, 'sup!" Alfred said, flashing a million-watt grin. I think about half of the girls in the caf sighed longingly at that smile.

I pictured him making out with England and suppressed a fangirl squeal.

Emily flipped her hair and examined her nails. "I was thinking," she began without looking at him, "about that new restaurant that opened downtown. The food is absolutely lovely, and we could really go there tomorrow night."

He stopped smiling and pushed her hand away. "No thanks," he said tonelessly.

Emily's smile dropped. "What?"

"I'm not going to waste my time on an airhead like you." He then walked away, leaving Emily standing next to the trashcan like an idiot. I cheered silently in victory.

At least, that's what I thought would happen. Instead, to my horror, Alfred beamed and answered, "Sure, dude! We could totally grab something at Mickie D's instead, though."

Emily's smile wavered at the last part, but I guessed she'd do anything for a hot guy because she said, "Okay, if that's what you want. I'll see you Saturday." She stood on her tiptoes and whispered something in his ear, then walked off, swishing her hips.

I stared in open shock at the entire scene. This wasn't how things were supposed to happen! In books, the evil bitch cheerleader never succeeded in getting the guy.

Then again, this was America (I think). He couldn't read the atmosphere at all, and if it made him heroic, he'd agree to go out with a frog.

Emily caught me staring and smirked. I glared at her, then, remembering Harriette, left the cafeteria.

xXx

"Sh-She's just s-so mean," Harriette hiccuped, water dripping from her hair. I handed her another tissue and she accepted it gratefully.

"Yeah, I understand," I said sympathetically. We were alone in the bathroom, where Harriette had cleaned herself up and changed into fresh clothes.

"Emily's always finding ways to torture me," she said, blowing her nose. "First it was the stupid admirer notes. And I actually believed someone liked me! Then it was hanging my spare underwear on the blackboard, then hiding my clothes so I couldn't change after swimming, and then...then the ice cream..." She began crying again.

"It's okay," I consulted her.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time," Harriette said, sniffling. "Y-You can go now...I'm sure you probably have something better to do."

"No, it's alright."

We were silent for a moment, then she asked, "Sophie, why are you so nice? No one else would do this for me."

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "Maybe it's because in my old school everyone's friendly. The more popular you are, the nicer. I only know these situations from books."

"Wow." Another moment passed.

"I really don't understand why people have to be so nasty," I said. "If everyone in all the different countries was inspired to be peacemakers, don't you think the world would become a better place?"

"That's some deep thinking."

I shrugged. "It's just my useless social commentary."

"No, I think you're right," Harriette objected. "World peace...it sounds so far away, but we can do it. We just have to try."

xXx

After fifth period ended, I found Alfred walking down the empty hallway in front of me and decided to do a little test.

"Hey, America!" I called.

It worked. Alfred glanced behind him. "Huh?"

A wide grin spread across my face. "Gotcha! You can't deny it now!"

His blue eyes grew large and he glared at me. "Jeez, would you cut it out?" he grumbled, looking forward again.

I followed after, squealing. "OMG! This is so cool! You guys actually exist! I mean, if you'd just reveal yourselves, you'd be a world sensation!"

I stopped squealing and frowned, as a sudden thought struck me. "By the way, why is it that no one knows about Hetalia here? I mean, I can't even find it online."

I knew I hit a soft spot when Alfred tensed. After a moment he answered, "I dunno. Maybe there's something wrong with your computer."

I opened my mouth to tell him that there was absolutely nothing wrong with a high tech computer from a rich school like TISA, but he quickly disappeared behind a classroom door and I was left standing alone in the quiet hallway.

xXx

Two hours later I was walking out of the school campus, marveling over the amazing events that had occurred.

I'd met so many Hetalia characters. In the durance of a single day.

As I waited for the bus, I began to come up with theories in my mind:

1) They were a bunch of whackos that cosplayed so much even their personalities matched the countries.

2) Hetalia was real (I'm rooting for this one. If USUK is cannon, then it means I won the bet between me and Maria over FrUK and USUK).

3) There was something wrong with me. Hopefully not, though.

4) I had somehow ended up in an alternate universe and TISA was really Hetalia World Academy in disguise. Hmm, I should write a fanfic about that.

I was in the middle of thinking up a fifth theory when I heard a girl humming some foreign song.

"OHMYGOD!" I screamed. Because not only did she magically appear right next to me, she also looked exactly like the Hetalia Taiwan. Who was also one of my favorite characters (I just loved Taiwan/Japan), which I'd always wished I could meet in real life.

She stopped humming and gave me a wide smile. "Oh, hi there!" she said brightly. I detected a faint accent in her voice. "I didn't see you right then."

"Uhum," I said intelligently.

"Well, I'm a sophomore at TISA," she went on. "I'm Xiao Mei, but everyone just calls me Mei." Mei gave me her hand to shake. "You must be the new girl!"

"Uhum." I shook her hand gingerly, as if it were made of glass.

Mei studied my face. "Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit off."

"Uhum-I mean, uh, I'm fine. Yes, I'm the new Sophie, student. I mean, I'm the new student, Sophie."

I really hate my mouth sometimes.

She gave me a weird look (I don't blame her). About then the bus arrived, saving me from blurting out something even more idiotic. Mei said she took the second bus, so I gave an awkward wave and hurried on the yellow vehicle.

What a day.

Day 2

The one person you don't want to mess with first thing in the morning is Natalia Markovskaya, aka Belarus, representative of a former Soviet Union nation.

But apparently my luck had run out, because I wasn't looking where I was going on the school campus and accidentally bumped into an older girl, most likely a senior.

And it wasn't an ordinary bump. I just managed to knock all her things to the ground as a bonus, and the coffee in her hand all over her dress.

I was assuming everyone knew her scary personality, because all the passerby stopped to watch us, probably waiting for the New Girl Gets Her Ass Kicked By Scary Russian Senior show to start.

I knew the drill. Her eyes narrowed and darkened; I swore I could literally see the purple aura that surrounded her. I began backing away as she gave me an ultra death glare.

"Did you do that on purpose?" The senior advanced towards me, her face getting angrier by the second.

"Cheeseburgers," I squeaked in a very small voice.

"You will pay for this," she continued, then pointed to her soaked clothes, "and you will buy me a new dress. But before that, I will deal with your puny little neck."

Oh God, why?

"Natalia, leave the girl alone!" a masculine voice said from behind. I thought it was a teacher until he emerged from the crowd of watching bystanders.

God, Switzerland was hot. As in smoking hot. I could've described him more, but a certain Belarusian was very close to getting her hands around my neck.

Natalia turned from me to Switzerland/Switzerland lookalike/Hetalia cosplayer, annoyed. "Vash, be quiet. I am punishing the girl here."

"She did not mean to run into you. Just look at her; the poor girl is frightened." His green eyes hardened. "And do you really think this is a good idea?"

Natalia stiffened. Something seemed to strike her, and she stepped away from me.

"I'll let you off this time. But this won't happen again, understand?" She gave me another glare.

I shivered and nodded timidly. Natalia picked up her things, turned on her heel and stalked away from the scene. The other students cashed in their bets (on whether or not I would be murdered)and scattered as well. Then it was just me and Vash.

"Uh...thanks," I said awkwardly, adjusting the straps of my backpack.

"Just go where you're supposed to be," Vash said, already walking away. "The bell will ring soon."

xXx

After that unfortunate incident, the day flew by quickly. At lunch, I sat again with Harriette. This time Jenny joined us. She introduced me to her friend Darren, one of the junkies. He offered me a cigarette that I refused politely.

Emily didn't come bother us again. She sat with Alfred at lunch, which really annoyed me because she kept giving me these smirks. Halfway through lunch, I realized that he probably thought she just wanted to "hang out", not make it a serious date, since he kept on calling her "bro or "dude" and asking her if she wanted a burger. I got the feeling Alfred was going to get stood up Saturday night.

I didn't meet anymore Hetalia characters. I'd always thought that I'd scream or faint immediately if I actually met them in real life, but again there was this...this feeling I couldn't quite put my finger on. Something that kept me from believing they were real, or even know who they were at some points. The times when I did know my mind somehow made them seemed almost ordinary.

Which was why after school when I walked right by Estonia I didn't even look at him. I only realized it was him ten minutes later, at the bus stop.

I saw Alfred again as I waited for the bus to come. He said goodbye to one of his friends and left the campus.

As I watched him leave, I was suddenly struck with a wild idea. Alfred walked home. I could easily follow him and figure out the truth. Besides, my parents were going to arrive home late, and since it was Friday, Savansh was sleeping over at one of his friend's houses.

Before I could change my mind, I quietly slipped out the gate and searched for Alfred. Nantucket was easy enough to find. And thus, my mission began.

He made countless turns at selected crossroads and passed the public library, international research center for AIDS, post office, and shopping mall. Sometimes he would disappear into small alleys that weren't there a second ago. Where the heck was his home, anyway?

At last he entered a quiet place in the woods (yes, you heard me, the woods)where a number of houses emerged from behind the trees. They were all so bizarrely diverse from one another. There was a low, flat building built in a typical Japanese style, your average two-story family house, an exquisite house with dragons etched into the walls, and other kinds.

Alfred stopped at an enormous, grand mansion with solid colors: cream, white, varied shades of ocher, dark brown, and a large front door. At the top of the door was a copper plaque that read, "IN GOD WE TRUST," and next to the plaque hung the American flag.

Holy crap. Whoever Alfred was, he was pretty damn rich.

He unlocked the door and went inside. I jumped out from the bush I was hiding behind, dashed to the door and tried it. Unfortunately, it was locked.

I growled in frustration. What was I going to do now?

Think, Sophie, I scolded myself. In the Hetalia series, America had always been a douchebag. He'd probably missed a chink in his armor...

The windows! I ran to the side of the house to check. Sure enough, one of the large glass windows was left unlocked. Squealing silently in glee, I opened it and slipped inside.

The interior was just as grand as the exterior. Heavy curtains were draped across the windows. The floor was a rich brown wood. Against one wall a high-tech stereo system was set up, a 60" ultra thin TV sandwiched in-between. I marveled at the various video games scattered all over the floor: Xbox 360, PSP, Nintendo Wii, Playstation...

"Dude, seriously! That girl knows everything about us." Alfred's voice sounded from another room, probably not far from this one. I crept closer to the source of the voice so I could hear better.

"Shush, keep your voice down. And what do you mean by someone figuring us out? My spell worked bloody well fine the past six months."

I barely stopped a scream of delight from escaping my mouth. That voice belonged to England! In APH!

"Nah, the place is soundproof. Anyway, we're safely hidden in this sanctuary, remember?"

There was a pause, then came England's voice, "I don't know, America. I just have a bad feeling we're not alone."

HE CALLED ALFRED AMERICA!

"I suggest we check the house, just in case," came a new voice.

Was that Germany's voice? Oh my God. This was happening. This was really happening!

Wait a minute. Did he say they were going to check the house...?

Uh oh. I began inching slowly towards the window.

"Come on, don't overreact. I triple-checked everything; my house is locked," Alfred said.

"I agree with America," said a voice. Japan.

"Well, alright, then," England said uncertainly. "It's probably just my nerves."

I breathed out a long sigh of relief. That was a close call.

Wrong move. England suddenly stopped talking and there was a silence. He said alarmedly, "What was that?"

I quickly ran to the window, accidentally kicking a CD case. It slid across the wooden floor and crashed against a Nintendo DS.

Shit.

"I definitely heard it this time," England said firmly.

"It's coming from the gaming room," Alfred said. "It can't be them...right?"

I scrambled for the window and tried to push it open. Of all times, it had to be stuck. Why was I such an idiot, closing the window?

"Come on!" Germany yelled. I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the gaming room and began pounding desperately on the window.

Too late. The door flew open and I whirled around.

In front of me were four guys, all of them breathing hard. In the lead was the real life England. His blond hair was just as messy as it was in the anime, his eyebrows just as thick. I could've giggled.

I could've giggled, if his emerald eyes weren't screaming bloody murder.

And then he spoke. Quite angrily, too.

"Who are you and how the bloody hell did you get here?"

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