A/N; Okay, something went wrong as usual, so I'm just reposing this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or a good sense of luck.

Ukraine clung to her brother's arm, desperate to stop him from going on a killing spree. She didn't care that she was making a scene. Besides, most of the countries had left by now – including England. The only ones that were there now was Austria - but he was to busy being harassed by Prussia, of course – Prussia, and Hungary – about to kill Prussia, but not with out getting some 'film'.

"Брат, пожалуйста - нет! Я уверен, что Англия не ваши подсолнухи!"

Russia glared at his sister, then softened his look. He couldn't be mad at her, but this was unforgivable! He petted her nice, soft hair to comfort her.

"Сестра, you can not stop me. Ve came to the meeting together, only he could have gotten them." He was going to find that предатель. He knew he shouldn't have slept on the way to the meeting. England was suspicious; all the Brit could do was shake and stutter.

Russia shook her off and strode to the entrance. Tapping his coat to make sure that he had his trusty pipe and a bottle of his most favored vodka, Russia walked right out of the conference room – and on to America's house. He had heard the loud mouth American begging England to come to his place. Good thing that the meeting was in New York City.

MWH

After the meeting – America had begged, so the two had gone to go back to the Americans' residence. Now currently seated at the table that resided in the kitchen, the Brit was indulging in a cup of Earl Grey. Alfred kept pestering about his visit to Russia's. It was only political. The boy had decided to give it up and fled to the basement minutes ago to 'test out an idea', leaving the other in blissful peace. Fuuu~. Nice and tranquil.

It was not long until he was deep in thought, reminiscing about the days he would lounge around drinking tea with his queens when a foul scent reached his nose - causing him to scrunch his face in disgust. Realizing the smell was emanating from downstairs he turned his head to the hallway. The basement. "Ugh, what is that git doing down there!"

He got up from his seat and stomped down the hallway and to the cellar where America was currently testing his newfound idea. Arthur made his way down to the birch door that separated the house from the cellar. Pounding his fist on the weak door's frame he shouted in anger, "What the bloody hell are you doing in their America? America! Answer me America, are you daft!"

Arthur reached for the doorknob and flung the door open in fury. A blinding light flooded his vision. He squinted, rubbing the pain from his eyes and looked around the room. What the hell had happened down here? In one corner of the room Alfred was laying in a pile of boxes in a black cloak, rubbing his forehead with his hands. The strawberry blond looked up with an apologetic smile on his face.

"Oh h-hey Iggy."

Arthur shook his head. "What have you been doing?"

The boy got up from the now crushed boxes, skipped over and handed a paper to the other. "I found a spell for hamburgers on the Internet and wanted to try it so I did."

England skimmed the paper, eyes widening in fear as he recognized the Latin words that were scrawled on it. He slapped America upside the head and cried out, "You git! This is a Homo Quaeso Incantamentum!"

America only laughed, "Dude, speak English."

"This is a human conjuring spell! THIS IS TABOO!" shrieked Arthur who was now gripping his hair, obviously losing it. "Did you even think this through? Or use Google Translator!"

Not hearing the latter of the sentence, Alfred's face lit up like one of his Christmas trees. He couldn't believe it. A person from another world! "That's so cool Iggy! What if they have hamburgers on their world too only the hamburgers-"

England wasn't even listening anymore. All he could was pace back and forth on the hard, cold concrete floor of the basement that was now in shambles, no thanks to the spell. God, my god. What are we going to do with a human? What's going to happen to me if word gets out Alfred conjured up a human using magic? They're going to blame me! No, no one can know of this. But how will I keep his mouth shut? Arthur turned his head in Alfreds' direction and watched the boy jump in joy, scared even more of all the possibilities that could happen from this. Wait, he thought, where is the human?

Arthur scanned the room for the person. The place really was going to need serious repairs. Boxes - now destroyed, unused books sliding from their shelves, and a few things that had been broken were strewn about the floor. His eye caught a glimpse of dark brown hair poking from a corner. What he found was a young girl of 14 lying against a box - that had somehow miraculously survived the event - clutching a notepad. He shook her lightly by the shoulders. "Hey, hey. Wake up." He whispered, taking a good look at the girl. Is she Middle Eastern? Her hair was brown with a single blond streak through and pulled back. The child's eyebrows were thick but not like Arthur's. And her outfit consisted of an over-sized Greek baseball t-shirt, indigo jeggiings and some magenta Ed-Hardy high-tops.

America wandered over to where England was currently crouching on the floor. "What'cha find Iggy?" His 'oh'ed at the site of the girl who was resting next to England. "What do we do with her?"

"Well, she's out cold. Lets put her in a room and wait until we find out what to do with her."

And with that Alfred scooped her up while Arthur took her sketchpad and phone, and the two headed upstairs to place the girl in a guestroom.

-LTR-

"Ughhh...What...the hell..."

Julie's head was pounding slightly and her knees felt sore. She sat up in the bed and stretched her limbs. Wait, when did I go to bed? Pushing the patriotic colored sheets back, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. I'm still dressed but where did my shoes go? And this isn't my room. No, this was far different than her room; it was decorated very American-ish, if that was even a word. The walls were oak along with the rest of the hardwood in the room. There were more American flags than one could count and the bathroom on the right was draped in red, white and blue. All it needs now is America from Hetalia, she mused and gave a small giggle with a otaku smile.

Julie poked her head out from the room. On her right there was a lengthy stretch of a hallway that twisted into a corner and then disappeared. On the left the hallway only had a few doors before getting cut off. The walls were sort of yellowed and every now and then there would be an old embroidered rug in either red, brown, or gold. Around most corners there would be a small mahogany end table waiting. Julie peeked in all the rooms. There was a billiards room, a few bathrooms - at least three, including the one in the room she had woken in - a gaming room that had every PS3 game known to man, and a few other rooms, most of them being bedrooms. Who needs this many bedrooms? The curtains in one of the other bedrooms were drawn back and the sun had shone through, tempting her to look outside. From the looks of it, I'm probably on the second floor.

Soon enough she found the staircase - and hated it. The thing would creak with every step and all she could think was, 'This stupid piece of wood is going to give me away! I don't even know whose house I'm in!' The first floor looked much like the previous one, yet there were a few changes. For one, the kitchen was completely done in stainless steel but it looked as if unused. As she kept heading further down the hallway, Julie started to hear faint voices.

"...Comrade."

"Get...my...you commie bastard!"

The closer she got to the yelling, the more violent it seemed. Stopping right in front of a pair of doors, which were slightly opened, she peered into the room. There - believe it or not, was America protecting England from a menacing Russia who was now dragging his pipe along the birch floor.

"England doesn't have your stupid flowers, you freak!"

England looked scared and America had anger and hate painted across his face. She couldn't see Russia's face but that didn't mean she couldn't picture it. Julie shivered at the thought.

Russia spoke once more bringing her attention back to the conversation. "This is not your business, Comrade."

This only made America's skin boil even more.

"Yes it is, Comrade" America spat at Russia. "You're in my house, commie."

She leaned in to get a better view - it wasn't often that you got to see a all-out fight with Hetalia characters. Now that she looked closely, it seemed as thought Russia was about to draw his pipe – a sign for attack. Ohh – taking Russia's flowers, they're going to get it now.

It seemed that she had leaned in too far, for now she was crashing face-first into the grand living room – attracting the others' attention. America and England's eyes widened at the site of the girl. Russia only raised an eyebrow. Then he gave a creepy-ass smile.

Julie looked up. "Uhh...h-hi. Russia. America, England." She gave a meek smile and waved. Way to be brave.

Twiddling her fingers, she looked away. Thousands of thoughts were passing through her head by now. But only one thought passed through the countries' minds – How does she know who we are?

Russia walked up to the girl and grabbed her by the collar. "Маленькая девочка, скажи как ты знаешь кто я, если вы хотите сохранить вашу шею."

Julie grabbed her collar back in response, trying to force it back from her neck in order to breath. She flailed her legs about, but it didn't help. The Russian was too tall. "Lâchez-moi! Je ne peux pas parler en russe, je ne sais pas ce que vous dites!" Her face started to turn red.

England was shocked and slightly angry when he heard the girl speak the stupid frogs' language. Bloody hell, she's one of the frog's people. But I thought she was Middle Eastern, she certainly looks like it. Maybe a southern French.

Russia's anger only grew and the two other countries started to cower a bit more. Julie on the other hand did not. "You are related to the perverted European nation, da?" The man said, Russian accent clearly audible.

It took Julie a few minutes to register the comment.

"What, you mean France? Yes, my mother is French. And yes, I must admit France is very perverted, but most French are nice - if not cold to Americans. That, I know first-hand. Plus, we don't get drunk - it's not respectable."

Russia looked at the girl with a questioning look on his face. The two other just gawked. Standing up for France was something that no one ever did. He let her go apprehensively and she dropped to the ground. Julie got up and rubbed her sore backside. She looked up, noticing the Slavic countries' height for once and man was he tall. "Russia what are you here for anyway? You running away from Belarus?"

Russia shivered at his younger sister's name. God, no. He had told her to stay home. And much to his luck, General Winter was being nice to him for once and snowed her in. "Nyet. Natalya did not follow me and I think that this is not part of your business, Маленькая девочка." Why talking to her as thought she was a comrade, using his sisters' human name?

"Oh yes it is. It became my business when you made the foolish move of grabbing and threatening me, Ivan Branginski. Don't try to wean yourself out of this." Julie gave him a stare as best as she could. It was hard to be mean or hold a grudge; those things were just not part of her nature.

America gave a whoot. "Yah! Show that commie!" He placed his hand on her shoulder, looking like he was trying to back her up like a home-dog. She turned around and gave him the same stare - but he didn't notice and gave the same stupid grin.

"America, your to blame just as much. You do have a point; this isn't Russia's home. But you should listen to what he has to say. And I'm not on anyone's side. There are two sides to the story; so two stories should be listened to. One would think that you would abide to this rule, seeing how you're the first one to come up with the judicial system."

Alfred just started at her letting all this sink into his head. "Yah, but-" he started only to be cut off. "No buts. Lets just work this out. Again, Russia what did you come here for?"

Russia started at the brunette. "Someone has taken my sunflowers, Маленькая девочка."

Julie shook her head and gave him a 'what' stare. "Who would be fool enough to do that?"

Then it hit her. Latvia. That boy just didn't know when to stop. One day Estonia going to have an aneurysm because of him. "Did you ask Latvia?"

Russia started to kolkholz. Latvia, da. "England, I apologize. I vill go visit Latvia." Russia started to briskly walk to the wide double-doors of the foyer and Julie had to run just to keep up with him. She grabbed his beige coat causing him to stop and turn his head. She faced at him with a look of determination. "Don't hurt him or I'll tell Natalya that you have finally agreed to her hand in marriage." she warned. "I'll ask Lithuania or Estonia."

He stared at her and gulped before turning around and taking his leave. Julie watched him go out the wide doors. She walked back over to America and England and looked at them. "So. Which one of you brought me here? England? ...England?"

During this whole fiasco, England could only stare at this human. She was so unlike all the other humans he had met during his 'extended' life-time. She was strong, but soft at the same time. Like rubber. How does she know all this? Unfortunately, he had been thinking out loud and the girl chuckled. "I'll tell you why, but first - where are my shoes, phone and sketch pad?" She didn't waste anytime getting to the point.

America butted in and point to a small glass coffee table. "There."

On it, her things were stacked neatly - save for the shoes, which she was pretty sure were near the entrance, wherever that was. She skipped over to the center of the foyer and sat down on the leather love seat. Now that she looked at it, the room was styled much different than what she had expected. The couch was brown along with the rich colored room. Oak floors complemented the golden curtains and there was a fireplace sitting at the helm of the area - adorned with the necessary tools to keep a fire in check but obviously never used. And the door at the back-left led into a second, smaller kitchen, probably used for snack preparing - like popcorn. No surprise, there was a large flat-screen starting at the fireplace from across the room. And facing the love seat was a larger couch, made for more than six guests. England and America took a seat on the larger-than-life couch. England just looked at her in disbelief. "I've never seen anyone make Russia listen to them like that."

Julie just gave a slight shrug. "Oh. Okay, if you say so. Thanks."

"So how do you know so much about us?" England face-palmed. Your so predictable, Alfred.

"Oh. Well~ you guys are anime characters." She replied bluntly. England choked, America just stared. "What the..." Alfred started. England cut in, expressing the thoughts for the two.

"We're...anime characters?"

"Yup," she giggled. England didn't see how this was funny. "-you two along with all the other countries, and mirconations. I think Sealand-kun is adorable."

Sealand? That wanker? Cute! Wait a bloody minute; I'm going off track here. " So...we're... part of an...anime."

Julie tsk-ed. "Well, don't say it like that. You guys are very popular. Most of the world loves you." She kicked up her legs and folded them into a pretzel. "So anyway, how did I get here?"

Arthur came back from his thoughts and pointed at America. "This bloody wanker decided to try his hand at magic."

Alfred hadn't been listening, too engrossed in his burger. Where the hell had it come from? His head snapped up and Julie almost gagged at his manners. They weren't kidding. America had no manners what-so-ever. It was just horrifying. "Waf arum youf'z t'alkinfing bouft?"

"America did magic?" Julie questioned.

"Yes. This stupid git will kill himself one day." England scoffed.

She nodded. "No arguing there. " England smiled. She was a strange girl, but nice all the same. "So, who do I stay with?"

England eyed her warily. "Well, since this is Americas' fault, you'll stay with him." America nodded and swallowed the last of his meal.

"Yup. We'll stay up late and play Call of Duty 2 with Tony." This made the girl giggle.

"Okai!"

Julie huffed as a long silence prevailed. "So what do we do now?"

England thought. If she was going to being staying quite sometime, she would need everything and anything. "Well, until I find a spell to send you back - since you'll be staying here and you'll need some stuff I assume."

Julies' eyes glistened with excitement. She jump up from the couch and danced over to the grand entrance from earlier. "Shopping spree!" she squealed.

America passed on the chance to go to Game Stop to pick up some games for tonight. England - on the other hand - followed the young child, guiding her to the main door of the house. 'This is going to be interesting.' He thought while slipping on his coat.

SWM

Russia had just left the North Americans' house and now on his way home in a plane. (How the hell did he get to the airport so fast?) He couldn't help think about the young girl he had just met. She was something, you know? The child had just grabbed his coat out of no where and threatened him using his sister. And the way she responded to his actions was surprising. Most people would have fainted already. But no, not her.

Russia propped his hand up on the armrest in order to support his head. The window was dull to stare at and what was outside of it was even duller. It always snows in my country. Maybe he could use the girl as an excuse to go back to that stupid capitalist-pig's house. He did have to admit, the country was terrible but not the weather.

And then it struck him;

'Vait, vy am I thinking of the девочка?"

Translations;

[Брат, пожалуйста - нет! Я уверен, что Англия не ваши подсолнухи!] Brother, please - no! I believe that England is not your sunflowers!

[Сестра,] Sister,

[Маленькая девочка, скажи как ты знаешь кто я, если вы хотите сохранить вашу шею.] Little girl, tell me how you know who I am, if you want to keep your neck.

[Lâchez-moi! Je ne peux pas parler en russe, je ne sais pas ce que vous dites!] Let me go! I can't speak Russian, I do not know what you say!

[...Маленькая девочка.] ...little girl.

[...девочка.] ...girl.

No comment for my bad luck.