A/N: So, I'm back again. I'm almost half-way through this notebook…and honestly I'm not sure how far I am through this story. Really. But It's fun to write.

OMGermany… so many reviews… I LOVE YOU ALL! *gives cookies and hugs*

Ahem. Anyways, I'm sorry if some words don't make sense. I was writing in a moving bus and I can't read my handwriting.

Warnings: None, really… That's odd

Chapter Start

"The United States military has dropped a bomb on France!"

Alfred stopped with such force that both he and the officer fell. The American un-squished himself and bolted over to the television.

"The American government justifies this action by saying that they were defending the United Kingdom. There's no casualty count yet, but it looks like the bomb has done quite a bit of damage. The French government has already said that they are not going to declare war, however." The reporter took a drink of her water. "The UK has said nothing concerning this yet."

"Whoa…" Alfred breathed.

Huh…that's interesting." The officer commented, standing next to him.

They both stood, watching the news broadcast for a while longer. Neither said anything. Then the man looked towards Alfred.

"We still need to talk to you." He said.

"Yeah, alright." Alfred said, shrugging. He followed the other man to the main office of the campus.

"Sit there. We'll call for you in a moment." The officer pointed to a chair and made Alfred sit.

"Hey, 'sup?" someone said from beside him.

Alfred looked over. "Huh?"

"I said hello." The girl said. "My name's Zayit, but you can call me Z."

She was a rather odd-looking girl. She had rather short ginger hair with black clips keeping her bangs out of her face. She wore a blue sailor hat, but the stripe on the ribbon only went around half the hat. Her shirt matched the hat in color and style. She wore a black bandana around each of her wrists. She wore a lopsided leather belt, jean shorts, tall socks, and almost equally tall black boots. Her eyes had been closed, but when she opened them, they were a soft amethyst.

"Oh, I'm Alfred."

"Can you get any more generically American?" Z asked.

Alfred shrugged. "Apparently not…"

Z laughed a bit. "Dude, you fail… what are you here for?"

"Oh, I b eat up my friend." He said casually. "What are you here for?"

"Accidently blew up a science lab."

"How do you do that?"

"Oh… I kind of mixed the wrong chemicals over a fire and dropped the beaker…"

"That was an accident?"

"Ok… maybe not. Nobody liked that classroom anyway." Z shrugged.

"You sound like one of my friends." Alfred commented. "Some of them would do weird things like that."

Z laughed again. "Maybe I should meet these friends of yours."

"Sure, if we come out of the office alive…" Alfred said lightheartedly.

Z smiled sarcastically. "Yeah," she looked up as the administrative official came out and motion for her to come in. "I'll find 'ya later, 'kay?"

Alfred nodded. "Yeah!"

"No, I swear! You'll know when you see her." Alfred insisted.

Arthur sighed. "Alfred, how in the world are we going to know what your friend looks like?"

"I told you! You'll know!"

"That is not very helpful, da?" Ivan said.

"Can it, Commie!" Alfred snapped. "Oh, hey, there she is!"

"Hey, guys!" Z said as she walked up.

"Oh, who is zis?" Francis asked, adjusting the bandage on his nose.

"Someone you're staying away from." Alfred growled.

Francis looked disappointed.

"Ok…he's creepy…" Z muttered. "I'm Zayit. Ya'll can call me Z."

"Hullo, I'm Arthur." The Brit said. He shook her hand. (Because Maka told me to say that.)

"I am Francis and you would like to come visit me, non?" the Frenchman asked, smiling creepily.

"Ah, no. You're really creepy." Z said quickly.

"I am Yao, aru." The Chinese man said.

"I am Ivan, da?" the Russian said.

"I'm Matthew…" the Canadian said quietly.

"Why are you so quiet?" Z asked.

"Because everyone forgets me anyways… why bother?" Matthew sighed.

"I'll never forget you, little Canadian."

Matthew smiled. "Merci…"

"Vee~ I'm-a Feliciano!" the peppy Italian chirped.

"And I'm-a Lovino…" the grumpy Italian muttered.

"I am Kiku." The Japanese man said, bowing.

"I'm Ludwig…" The German sighed.

"Und I'm ze awesome Gilbert!" The 'Prussian' announced.

"I'm Roma." The 'Ger-talian' said.

"Aww… cute little guy…" Z smiled and patted Roma on the head.

"Hola! I am Antonio!" the Spanish man said.

"Pedophile…" Gilbert coughed under his breath.

The ginger girl laughed quietly.

"I'm Eduard." The Estonian muttered.

"I'm Raivis…" The Latvian muttered.

"I'm Toris." The Lithuanian muttered.

"Like, I'm Feliks!" the Polish boy said cheerfully.

"I'm Vash." The Swiss boy said.

"I'm Lilli!" the girl from Liechtenstein said, smiling.

"I'm Elizabeta." The Hungarian said.

"I'm Roderich…" The Austrian sighed, observing their new friend's choice of clothing distastefully.

"I'm Yong Soo, da-ze!" the Korean piped in.

"I'm Heracles…" the Greek yawned.

Z leaned over to Alfred. "Is he always tired?"

"Yeah," Alfred replied.

"I'm Tino!" The Finnish boy said happily.

"I'm B'rw'ld…" the Swedish man muttered.

Z looked up at him. She thought for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and starred at him, refusing to blink. Five minutes later, she yelped and hid behind Tino. "Scary~…"

Tino jumped slightly. "Don't say that! He's actually really nice! That was rude…"

"Wh't?" Berwald asked. He hadn't heard.

"I'm Natalya…" the Belarusian stalker said. "Stay away from Ivan…"

"I'm Katuyasha!" the Ukrainian woman chirped.

"So, that's everyone?" Z asked.

"Ja, und I am your favorite, right?" Gilbert asked.

"Ah…no…" Z said.

"Obviously not, moron. Nobody really likes you…" Roderich muttered.

"Shut your face, Piano loser… Nobody likes you either…" Gilbert hissed.

"You first, Mr. Flute." The Austrian retorted.

"Hey, both of you. Stop fighting." Z snapped.

"Fine…" Gilbert muttered, sulking.

"So, what do you guys usually do after classes?" Z asked.

"Just whatever." Alfred said, shrugging.

"Sweet… You guys wanna go back to the dorms and play truth or dare?"

A/N: So, this'll be fun… Actually, I already have like half the chapter written. And it is fun.

You know what else was fun? Winterfest. It was amazing. Anybody reading this that went? Anyways, I'm back from that. Sorry this chapter is so short. I didn't have much time and I sort of got car sick on the bus writing. That and I couldn't wait to write the next chapter.

Who enjoyed the OC? I hope she's not too Mary-Sue-ish.

Maka was helping me write, it you hadn't noticed. As I was writing the introduction thing, I was spazzing out about whether or not to write man or boy for Feliciano, and then just went with not putting anything of the sort. Then I got to Tino and wrote boy, and Maka goes, 'what? He's a not a man?' and I go, 'no. I just can't write that he's a man. Sweden though, he's a man.' Then I spazzed out at Natalya as to whether or not write woman or girl. Yeah…. I have some issues. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the short chapter of shortness. Finland, disclaimer!

Finland: Terach does not own Hetalia or any of the characters used except for Z! Merry Christmas!

Me: *facepalm* It's not Christmas time…

Peace out.