Hi all!

So glad that the exams are over :D

Ayumi Kudou - Excellent! that's the reaction I was aiming for XD and I'm glad you like it!

Mystery Fan - That's an interesting request :P This would require to think on how to do this from a young individual's point of view ... CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

Random Person - *Bows to you* Why thank you! :D it was my pleasure in fulfilling your request.

And on to business... this is somewhat an experimental writing for me, since I've never really wrote like this before, thanks to Pinkithai for inspiring me to try this type of writing.

Also

Warning: References to Movies/Games/Internet memes up ahead

*Dramatic Music*

And so this ReaderXAllies story goes to the one and only MysteryFan

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekazu which equals to AWESOMENESS!

Oh holy Kentucky fried chicken!

You were late again.

Well, it wasn't your fault that it started raining penguins and ice cream on your beloved car.

Yes, you heard right. Penguins and Ice cream.

When I find whoever did it, they'll be sorry that they were born! You thought as you slammed the door open. The empty meeting room greeted you.

Did I get the wrong memo? You strode in. I was pretty sure they said they'll be here for the meeting. Today.

You frown, spotting England's tea set on the table. Huh? He never leaves that behind. Approaching it, something else caught your eye.

Picking it up, you titled your head slightly at your name being beautifully drawn on the envelope. Turning it over, you opened it with sudden urgency.

Dear _,

We have kidnapped your friends! Don't worry though Bella! They are safe with us at our secret hideout! It's the one that overlooks that beautiful statue of a horse! And where there's this pub called 'The Huge Troll' that Germany loves to go to for beer! So do not come and find us!

Love,

Italy

You stared at the letter in your hand before face-palming. Oh Italy… well it seems to be my lucky day!

Glancing around the empty room once more, you happily and very out of characterly, closed the door behind you. Rescue time!

…

'Is she gone?' a voice whispered.

'Yep! … Who are you?'

'I'm CANADA!'

…

Arriving at the busy place, thanks to the beautifully illustrated map on the back of your letter, you headed pass the pub that Italy had mentioned.

Suddenly you feel … overwhelm with something, looking at the name of the pub, your mind is filled with the mental image of an old man clad in white. A singing old man.

Trolololololololololololol… Lololololol!

Yep, you have just been trolled by the old man himself… Saruman. 'Curses,' you uttered, leaving the pub behind you, now I understand why they call the pub that.

You gazed at the lone abandon warehouse in front of the faded bronze horse. Well that was easy.

It didn't take long for you to find your way into the old building, the backdoor practically turned into dust at your touch. Sneezing, you walked into the deserted place.

To your surprise, you see another small brand new building within the decaying building. Building-inception? You thought before ducking out of sight.

'Ve~! We are-a having PASTA!' Peering out of the box, Italy was happily chatting to a familiar group of people.

There was a number of various replies that flew back at the happy Italian, making it hard to differentiate what was said.

'Verdamit! Shut up!' Everyone turned to the new voice, taking this distraction, you moved to the next crate, making it easier to hear and see them.

'Now that I have your attention-'

You were quickly distracted by the small sound that emitted from the new crate.

'I'm different,'

'Her name is C-'

The heck? You moved your head away from the crate in confusion. Peering back out, you noted the unattended large cell that housed the people you were rescuing.

As you moved closer from behind the cell, you could see that England was as usual sulking about his capture, Russia seemed to be in own little happy world and France was … well, fixing his hair with America and China bickering on about something on the lines of debts being owed.

'Hey…' England turned to you.

'What?'

You frown at his rude reply and pressed forward, 'I'm going to get you out-'

England waved his hand dismissively at you, 'We're fine, I can get us out-'

'As if Asshat, the hero will save us all!'

'Ayiah! So immature … they never stop talking,'

'You all do that while I drink vodka, da?'

France looked up from his mirror, 'They keep the key on the back door, Ma Cherie.'

You smile at the sight of progress, 'Merci!'

You left upon hearing France joining the argument, 'Zince I am far zuperior to America and England, I zhould be the one that rescuez uz!'

You hide behind the wall as Germany's heavy boots and Italy's light boots echoed towards the bickering. Time to make my move!

Rolling across the rotten floor boards, you peeked into the kitchen window of the inner building. Japan seemed to be in his element as he continued to prepare food.

Weren't they going to make pasta? You thought.

Does it matter if it's pasta or Japanese food?

Yes, it does, you replied.

Well not for me, so please resume what you're doing.

Continuing on as if the fourth wall conversation never happened, you sneaked in through the back door of the inner building. Then like a Mary sue, you sneakily took the keys off the back door.

Well you were doing it like a Mary sue, until you dropped the keys.

Into the laundry basket.

Full of questionables. I'll just leave it to your lovely imaginations on what I meant.

And women's clothes?

Glancing over to the open kitchen door that led into the laundry room that you were currently in, you were relieved that Japan didn't hear it as he continued to prepare his dishes. But then again who could hear the keys drop over Italy's loud singing about Germany.

Heading back, you easily unlocked the cell. Without another word, all of you escaped outside of the building.

'Heck yeah! We did it! I knew that my backup wouldn't fail me!'

Backup? You thought, crossing your arms. That's when another thought occurred to you, how on earth did they manage to capture your allies?

'Someone explain to me how all this happen?' The group fell silent.

'Uh… we were unprepared! They took us by surprise!' America looked around. France seemingly beamed to himself on something before sighing.

'W-we were all caught by surprise,' England retorted.

You looked at China who looked at everything but you before you turned to Russia.

Everyone grew even more silent.

'They make very pretty ladies, da?'

You stared at all of them.

Chuckling, you gasped for air, 'Really? REALLY?'

'Yeah, well,' England looking red faced, adjusted his collar. 'We should postpone the meeting to a later date.'

'Oui, I agree with the black sheep of Europe,' England glared at him before muttering something darkly.

Feeling slightly disappointed at the lack of acknowledgment of you saving them, you spotted a very familiar figure. Who was on your expansive car…

With the loitering penguins. Dancing.

To the Harlem shake.

'PRUSSIA!' You yelled, charging towards him and your car. Spain who was filming the whole dance, paled slightly at the sight of you.

'Oh look! It is the unawesome _! Kesesesesese…' he began.

'You. Are. So. Dead.'

Prussia continued to laugh as he jumped off your car. 'As if! You can't catch the Awesome me!' You clenched your fist, 'Get back here, you coward!'

As you chased Prussia around, along with the penguins following you, Spain grinned to himself before being hit by a flying tomato which was soon followed by an insult from another familiar Hetalia character.

As this happened, the author of this tale proceeded to then break the fourth wall yet again and headesk the nearest table over her lack of humor and plot on this story for her readers.

And with said, the tale ends… before being rudely interrupted by an angry micro-nation.

'Oi! Why I wasn't even in it!?'

Another time Sealand. Another time.

As I said before, feel free to let me know where I can improve or comment or request or all of the mention, I don't mind hearing on what is on your minds whether it be short or long reviews :D

Next up:Random Person's request, Green Eyes' request and Mystery Fan's request

Also check out Pinkithai's story if you wish, it's Random Stories of the Hetalia Kind, it's pretty funny, helped me out a lot while I was preparing for exams. (She only accepts requests via PM though so if you do want to request you'll have to get an account)

Till the next story, enjoy your-lovely-selves, dear readers!

CommandoCherry off to pawn Zombies on Killing Floor.