MW: *Throws confetti everywhere*

SEK: Hey, what are you celebrating?

MW: The fact that we're only three chapters in, yet we're nearly at 20 reviews.

BFTL: Really, people like this story that much?

SEK: Apparently. I mean, this story has less chapters than Korra, yet more love shapes.

BFTL: I see what you did there.

MW: Please don't make Avatar references in my ANs.

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Chapter Summary: After a terrifying ordeal, Sherry goes to the prom

Warnings: Language, Yaoi, Yuri, Sexual References

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Avatar.

~Chapter 3~

Sherry's Deep in the Closet

"Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.'"

-Charles Schulz, American Cartoonist

Cycle 1: Wednesday

I sat uncomfortably in my silly orange plastic chair. "It's as if they think we're immature kids," I thought, sulking darkly. Seriously, who would force a bunch of personified countries to sit in kid's seat? The answer: Principle Pangaea

The woman sat behind her large wooden desk in front of me. She bit her fat lips as she read over Seychelles's permanent record. To my left was Belarus, wallowing in her anger as she glared at me. Or, at least, the motivational poster- the unfunny kind -right by my head.

Nervously, I tapped my foot in a hurried rhythm. Did the woman even believe my story? I knew that if I was in her place, I wouldn't believe that a homosexual girl tied a straight one to the column of the bell tower, which is apparently off limits to students. Then again, I come from a world of normality. This was freaking Hetalia- anything was possible.

"Miss Belarus?" My attention was snapped back to place. The tanned lady adjusted her glasses as she asked, "Is what Miss Seychelles said is true?"

The nation scowled and continued to glare at me. "No," she growled. I sat on my hands, insuring that I did not slap her. "She lies." Bitch, I hate you so much. I wish you can go to a lonely corner and just die! Die and rot in hell! Hahahahahaha!

Ahem, sorry.

Calmly, Pangaea smoothed the papers on her desk. "Well I don't know what to think," she said, placing her chin on her hands. I got a full view of her flabby arms. Ugh, gross. Please don't tell me that my arms (not Seychelles, but MINE) don't look like that. "Miss Belarus, you have a history of violence, but not towards females. Miss Seychelles, you have tendency of lying to your teachers. So-"

I slammed my hands onto the desk, loudly exclaiming, "I do?" Whoa, so Seychelles is not as innocent as she appears. Score one for me; Zero for her supporters.

She gave me a puzzled look that read 'you've got to be kidding me'. "Yes," She said, straightening the papers further. "Or have you forgotten?" Oops. Sadiq was going to kill me for that.

I faked a cough and sat back down. Come on Sherry, you can do better than this! Mulan was able to fake being a guy back in medieval China. If she can do that, then why can't I? My sensible side pointed out, "She is a Disney character, she can do anything as long as she can sing and learn a life lesson in the process."

Alright, fine. How about Haruhi from Ouran? She basically did the same thing except instead of killing a scary dude, she flirted with a bunch of dead sexy men. If she could pull off being temporarily a lesbian, then I could manage this. "Haruhi's an anime character."

Hey, I am trying to give myself an encouraging speech! Just shut-up, Mr. Reality and let me wallow in comforting thoughts. "Bitch." I know.

Instead of dwelling more on the matter (like, why did I just get into an argument with myself?), I tuned back into the situation at hand. ". . . So you two just play nice with each other and we shouldn't have a problem," Principle Pangaea was saying, firmly smiling at us. "Deal?" Her blue eyes were hard with discipline.

Belarus and I shared a thought and chorused an agreement. Neither one of us wanted to be stuck in her office again. "You are dismissed," the blond declared. "Send the next group in."

Swiftly, I scooted out of that bloody stupid chair and hurried to the door. The moment I opened it, I found France and England sitting at the nearby waiting area lobby place (seriously, what do you call it?). They sat across from each other, exchanging challenging glares. Well, this was awkward. I cleared my throat, earning both of their attentions. "Pangaea will see you now," I muttered, fully aware of the glares they were now giving me. What was up with everyone and glaring at me today?

"Thank you," England growled as he stood. He marched right past me and into the room, giving me the cold shoulder. Ouch. Seychelles's father followed after him, except he paused to smile and ruffled my hair.

It felt almost lonely to be without France. I lingered in my spot, reminiscing the feeling. How often had my own father ran his rough hand through my hair? When was the last time I saw him? A little over a month ago, maybe—

Suddenly, I was pushed to the ground. The door to the principal's office closed firmly shut and I was stuck alone in the administrator's office with Belarus. She loomed over me, a dark aura surrounding her. "Listen here straightie: I'm not finished with you yet," she snarled savagely. Her porcelain hand slipped to her stocking where she pulled out a hidden knife. "I'm so going to-"

With courage and discipline we have broken all barriers. With the tiller in our hands, we will always remain brothers~

We both paused. It was a chorus of many men, singing in a soft, but prideful voice. Once I realized that my attacker was staring at my pocket did it occur to me that the song was coming from Seychelles's phone. "Is that her national anthem or something?" I wondered as I slowly drew the device from my pocket.

Belarus quickly took the phone from my and read the message. "Damnit," she swore. Immediately, she dropped the device onto my lap and flicked her dagger away. She started to walk out, growling, "You're lucky this time, but just wait: I'll skin you alive." The door to the hall was slammed shut.

That left me wondering I what in the world had just happened. Stupid anime characters; couldn't they decided whether they wanted to kill me or not? Talk about being indecisive. However, all was made clear when I glanced at Seychelles's cell. There was a text from Sadiq, demanding that I meet him on the west end of the third floor (wherever the hell that was).

"Didn't he threaten her into not hurting me?" I wondered, picking myself off the ground. Surprisingly, that actually explained a lot. He was, after all, once a freaking empire. I don't think he would hesitate to harm a psychotic bitch. My school bag safely slung over my shoulder, I left the administrator's office.

Even from the hallway, I was able to hear Principle Pangaea yelling at the school's president and V.P. to "man-up and stop being a bunch of hormone driven idiots." That was real swell, especially hearing it from the lady that forced her victims to sit in silly plastic chairs.

The loud, tolling bells echoed, singling the end of a school day. Students flooded into the hallway in swarms, talking and laughing earnestly. I squeezed my way past them, reminding myself to keep my hands off their butts.

My only exception was- once again -Spain's. What? It's DAT ASS!

Five minutes into my odyssey, I realized that I still had no idea where I was going. First I asked Austria for help. He sent me down a hall and to a dead end (Reminder: never ask an Austrian for directions). Then I found Lichtenstein and asked her where to go. My body's owner's best friend smiled and pointed me down the right path.

Six halls, two staircases, and another eight hallways later; I finally found Sadiq. Still hiding from beneath his white mask, there was a blank look on his face as he observed the face of his golden watch. I stood a few yards away, hoping he didn't notice me just yet. I wanted to know what in the world he was doing.

Glinting with unidentified emotions, his honey eyes closed. My mentor sighed, tucked his watch away and called out, "Get over here Sherry." Great, we were alone and he was obviously pissed at me. I was screwed. Hesitantly, I dragged my feet to him, dreading the scolding he had in store for me.

When I finally reached him, Sadiq gave me a parent-like disappointed look. "Take off your back pack and look out the window," he ordered.

I started to take my bag off, but paused. "Why-"

"Now." There was that final tone in his voice. My bag dropped to the ground and I turned to the window. I felt like a mere private against a supreme general. He had a control over me I could not deny. The hairs at the back of my neck pricked as I felt him circle me. I did my best to comfort myself; just gazing out to the school grounds. Like the day before, it was filled with nations, all laughing and joking.

It mocked me.

Sadiq made his move. Strongly, he took the back of my shirt collar in his hand. The free one went to opening the window in front of me. I realized too late what he was going to do. He lifted- freaking lifted -me high off the ground and held me out the window.

I screamed bloody murder. My mentor was the only thing keeping me from falling three stories into a group of rose bushes. "What are you doing?" I yelled, kicking my legs wildly. Maybe- if I was loud enough -someone will look up and come to my rescue.

"What am I doing?" The Turk threw his head back and laughed cruelly. "What are you doing?" he demanded. "Sending them flowers? Are you trying to fuck everything up?"

I fiercely shook my head. "No! Put me down!" He only held me higher in the air.

"Then why the hell are you trying to hook them back together?" I didn't say a word, only continued to stare at the ground below me. It was so high up, everyone below were like little ants. Sadiq spat and jerked me up and down. "Answer me, dammit!" That scared me enough.

Hot tears spilled from my eyes as I screamed, "I felt bad! There were perfectly happy until I came along-"

He jerked me again, making my stomach lunge to my chest. "So you're just going to risk everything? Hmm?"

"Would you like it if I did that to you and Poland?" That did it. Sadiq pulled my inside and roughly threw me against the wall. I yelped (great, bruises on my back) and slid to the floor. I tried, but failed to soften the thick sobs leaving my mouth. I was so scared.

He looked down at me, his face slowly loosening. Both of us were silent were a few minutes, each trying to quell our raging emotions. At last, the man crouched to my level and placed a large hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispered, sounding like he actually meant it. "I got a little carried away." That was the biggest understatement in history.

I shoved his hand away. "You fucking scared me," I hissed, feeling my sobs disappear. This time, I was the one do the glaring. "Why the hell did you do that?"

I watched as he struggled with an answer. At last, he simply shook his head. "I don't know," he resorted, growing defensive. "I wasn't thinking."

Me: "So you decided to hang me out a window?"

"Would you like me to do it again?" Damnit, I hate him so much. I'm probably going to be scared of heights for the rest of my life. Carefully, he stood and pulled me to my feet. "I'm sorry," he said again, a small sigh in his voice. "Let's just figure our next move."

Bitch please, I already have a plan. "One step ahead of you, Sadiq."

I stood in front of the student council room. The door was wide open, revealing a hard working England. He sorted through a large stack of papers, unaware of my presence. I stood there, taking long breaths. I was so freaking anxious. I never really had to apologize about something this serious to anybody before.

There was that one time with Bella, but that was a completely different story.

I looked down the hall to where Sadiq was waiting. He was expressionless, just staring at me. In a strange turning of the tables, he smirked and gave me a confident thumb up. Hesitantly, I followed suit.

I wished I had the same tenacity he did.

Delicately, I knocked on the door frame and took a step forward. England looked up from his work and nodded to me. "Hello Seychelles," he greeted pleasantly, taking a sip of his tea. "You didn't have to come in today." Obviously he wasn't pissed at me anymore.

Awkwardly, I joined him at the table and took a seat next to him. "I know," I said, trying (and failing) to seem casual. "But there was something I needed to talk to you about."

He danced an eyebrow as he gently placed the papers down. "Talk to me?" he repeated, trying to not act surprised. "What in God's name could it be about?"

By now, I was twiddling with thumbs. It reminded me of that scene from Alice in Wonderland: the Queen of Hearts yelling at the title character to stop being so improper. And then she tried to cut her head off. Great kid's movie, eh?

"I wanted to apologize," I said. His handsome face loosened as I added, "For- you know -kissing and you stuff." I could feel my face burning to the same red as my hair. I probably looked like a pathetic flame of misery. I was about to rub my hand through my hair when I noticed my black skin. "That's right, I'm not in my body anymore," I thought grimly.

I retract my previous simile and would like to replace it with 'I probably look like a chocolate covered strawberry right now.' Yeah, that works.

England reached his hand forward and met his with mine. "Its fine," he comforted. "That relationship was going nowhere anyways." My face only grew redder.

"Oh. . ." I was left speechless. There I was, trying to apologize, and yet he was screwing me up by acting as though it was okay. With even more awkwardness, I rose and started to leave. "Well, I just wanted to tell you that. I think that I'll be-"

"Wait!" I paused and turned back to him. The Brit had actually risen from his seat and stretched his arm towards me. It reminded me of those cliché moments in dramatic romance movies. As I wondered what the heck he was doing, he shyly looked away. "D-do you have a date for tomorrow?" he asked, forcing the words from his mouth. I returned back to my chocolate covered strawberry form. "Y-you know, for the pr-rom?"

I stared at him, shaking. Butterflies banged against the walls of my stomach. Was I really being asked out on a date? The last time that ever happened to me was in 7th grade for one of the school dances. That one ended badly- I accidentally broke his nose. The status gingers own for having 'no souls' was proven to my peers that day, but that was besides the point.

England did his best to smile, but he managed a grimaced at most. Carefully, he suggested, "Why don't we go together- as friends, I mean." Well there goes my love life, but close enough for me!

Zealously, I ran up to him and gave him the biggest bear hug of his life. "Of course!" I squealed, pulling him closer. His body felt cold under my grasp; he must have been really nervous. In the heat of the moment, I found myself kissing his cheek.

No, it wasn't the return of Hooker-Sherry. I was just delirious from happiness.

Yeah, I'm going to go with that.

Delirious or not, I found myself embarrassed again. Quickly I shouted out an apology grabbed my bag and sprinted out to the hall.

Life was good today.

Cycle 1: Thursday

Knock~! Knock~!

"Coming!" Efficiently, I wrapped my damp hair in a towel and went to the door not three seconds later. When you were the eldest girl among two brothers, you learned to get ready at a moment's notice—especially when you're in the bathroom. Believe it or not, guys spend way more time in the bathroom getting ready than girls do. What do Larry and Jerry do in there? Try on my mascara?

Anyways, Liechtenstein was standing on the other side, smiling innocently at me. For some reason, there was a dress bag slung over her shoulder. I swear, if I ever found myself a lesbian, I would totally date her.

"Good afternoon Seychelles," She greeted, giving me a small curtsy. "I was wondering if you and I could get ready for the prom together," she asked, her cheeks tinted to a soft pink. Timidly, she held up a small pink box. "I brought my own makeup and everything."

I wanted to turn into a dog and tilt my head in confusion. It was only six- there was still three hours until the actual event, I didn't need to get ready yet. Sure, Sadiq had dropped by earlier to give me a small amount of encouragement, but it had been nothing important. For the most part, he just threatened to hold me out a window and never tell me what shea butter is. Bastard.

I focused my attention back on the girl. "Sherry, you've never been to a prom before," I told myself. "What would you know?" In the deep corners of my mind, I remembered reading books where the love interest would spend hours doing her hair and makeup. Wow, I guess literature actually taught me something for once. Still, I found myself questioning her. "Why? Wouldn't you rather do it yourself?"

The blonde shook her cute little head. "Its fine," she whispered, sounding a little down. "I figured that since we were friends. . ." She started to sulk away.

"Shit!" I stepped out into the hallway, calling out her name. "Wait!" Liechtenstein looked back at me, her blue eyes larger than Kanye West's ego. This time, I was the shy one, kicking my shoe on my ugly navy blue carpet. "I want to do my make-up with you too." Her face immediately brightened and she joined my inside Seychelles's dorm.

That ended up being the best decision of that day.

Liechtenstein and I had a joyous time. We plugged in the curling irons and giggled about the boys in our classes. She did a surprising amount of talking, sharing with me the latest break-ups and make-ups. Dusting our cheeks with red powder, I couldn't help but to think back to Bella.

Bella and I never did such . . . girly things. Often times - especially right after it rained - we would take her prized soccer ball and we'll kick it around her giant backyard. Both of us agreed that with the slippery mud, it was way more epic. Even me, the anti-sports-girl, looked forward to those days. I never defeated Bella in our games, but she still went easy on me.

As the time of the prom's start drew nearer, I found myself missing the girl. As much as a prick she can be, Bel always was nice to be around. I watched Liechtenstein as she pulled our dresses out from their bags. Then again, Lili's nice too.

As expected, Seychelles had a marvelous taste in fashion. The dress she had chosen was a sky blue, littered with matching blue stones. It had no sleeves, revealing my black, toned arms for the world to see. The back was cut low- so low that anyone could see my tramp stamp if I had one. Which luckily, I didn't.

I mean, if I were to get a tattoo, it would be of a grape. Yes, just a simple grape. That way, when I grow old it'll be a raisin! Ha, ha. Yeah, I got that from the internet, deal with it.

"Wow. . ." I breathed, turning around in front of the floor mirror. The long skirt flew out around me in a blue circle. I felt beautiful. A scowl temporarily painted my face when I saw the bruises Sadiq had given me. But I ignored it and concentrated on the dress. I felt as though I could do anything in the world. Like get that stupid kiss. Eagerly, I turned to my friend. "Liechtenstein, look at-" My voice fell dead.

The girl was zipping on her dress. It was also blue, but it had alternating layers of white and blue ruffles, ending with giant blue ribbons. Her short sleeves puffed out and her heart was decorated with little red roses. She still wore her signature ribbon and knee high brown boots. The dress- not coming down past her knees -was extremely lolita and cheesy.

But it looked extremely gorgeous on her.

"You're so cute!" I squealed, giving her a large hug. Immediately, I stopped. I didn't want to accidentally ruin the thing!

She smiled, playing with the ends of her hair. "Thank you." Suddenly, she tilted her head and scrutinized me in the most adorable way. "But there's something missing . . . hold on." She forced me to sit as she redid my hair.

After what felt like forever, I was allowed to look. My locks of black hair were pulled into Seychelles's signature pig tails, tied off with bright red ribbons. The only difference though was the fact that the ends of my hair were gently curled. I stared in awe. "This is beautiful," I gasped, resisting the urge to touch it. Why couldn't I be this beautiful in my normal body? "Liechtenstein, how can I ever-"

There was a loud knock on the door. "Lili! Are you in there?" An overly obnoxious voice- Prussia -yelled. "Prom's starting in five!" My eyes shot to the window. It was already night. Since when did time move so fast?

Quickly, I opened the door and the albino stood there, grinning. He wore a very loose black suit over an orange under shirt. With no regard to me, he pushed me away and wrapped his arms around his girl. "Dude! You look awesome!" he yelled, crushing her small stature between his arms. Instead of getting mad (like what I would have done), she smiled and complimented him as well.

"How does she stand him?" I wondered, staring at the odd scene. I could suddenly see why this pairing isn't very popular. . .

"Seychelles?" I turned and standing in the hallway was Germany. He was dressed similarly, except his dress shirt was green, not orange. He did his best to smile for me, but his constipated emotions prevented him from achieving the full effect. Before I could do anything, he took a step forward and lightly kissed my cheek. "You look beautiful," he said.

And that was when it occurred to me: Seychelles was already going to the prom with her boyfriend . . . and England was also my date. "Sherry, you have screwed up so many times before and yet this is probably the biggest one so far." Goddamnit! Did I always have to mess everything up? Now I was never going to get that fucking kiss!

Maybe if I pulled the plug on this date at that very moment, I could scrap my way out of this. "Um . . . Germany . . ."

Prussia returned to us, his girl at his side. "The awesome me declares that we should get our butts going!" He yelled, pushing past us. "It's already nine!" Before I could do anything else, I was being led to the ball room. I tried multiple times after that to gain the German's attention, but his older brother's extremely noisome voice covered my own.

I used to love Prussia's character, but now I'm just starting to hate him.

The prom was being held at the school's ballroom. It was located on the ground floor at the far end of the school. To describe it simply, IT WAS FREAKING HUGE! To describe it in a more civilized manner, the marble floors gleamed with hanging lights strung across the ceiling. There were tables with food from around the world set up along with dining tables and a large dance floor. Over the DJ stand was a large clock face, reading the time. It reminded me of my midnight time limit. Nations were clumped together with room to spare, since- you know -this place was FREAKING HUGE!

Ahem.

I felt my breath escape me. It was like the castle from Cinderella, grand in all of its heights and colors. Standing by the entrance, waiting for me, was (how could I forget?) England. He was fancily dressed in a damn hot way. You could throw ice in him and it would melt (not because of his humanly body heat, but because he was hot. You know, like a stove? Shut-up, I was trying for some figurative speech, damnit!).

Panic flushed over me. I needed to get out of there and fast! "Let me hang up your coat," I said, ripping Germany's jacket off , which was—by the way -freaking huge (Was he really that buff?). I think I heard one of the seams tear, but I ignored it.

He gave me a perplexed look. "Seychelles, what are you do-"

I smiled nervous and ran off to the coat closet, leaving him in the dust. I glanced behind a few times, but he never followed me. Thank God, I didn't want to have to outrun him again. "Hola Seychelles!" Spain, master of the coat closet, called out. What in the world did he do in order to get sacked with this job? He smiled brightly, saying, "Hand me your coat please."

I shook my head frantically. "No that's alright." An ingenious idea came to mind. "Actually, England sent me over here to take over the job for you," I lied. "So you can run off to your boyfriend-"

The man wrapped me in a bear hug, nuzzling the top of my head. "Thank you~!" He cried before frolicking away. He was still going on about the love of his life (I think he said Japan) long after he was out of earshot. Great, another crack pairing.

I let a sigh of relief leave my mouth. Now I was alone. There was no possible way I could mess this next one- "Hey! Straightie!" Oh shit! My eyes shot down the hall to where Belarus was, in her black prom dress, stalking towards me. There was no trace of mercy on her face.

This night just kept on getting worse and worse. "Calm down; maybe she just wants to talk." The nation threw a dagger at my face. It cut along my cheek before embedding itself into the wall. I yelped and grasped the injured area. Fuck, that hurt! "I guess not."

Like an action hero evading the bad guys, I epically ran into the coat closet and slammed the door behind me. I was met with a wall of coats- some made of fur, others of leather. Feeling as though I might get lost in them, I placed myself closer to the door. The doorknob was covered by my cold hands and I stood there, shaking in fear.

I held it in place as Belarus did her best to open it herself. After a few minutes of cursing every swear known to man at me, I heard the screech of her nails against the wood. Great, now she was trying to claw her way through. "She's not going to get in here," I thought, trying to quell my fears. "She's not going to get in here. She's not going to get-"

Her hand shot through the wood, barely missing my face. I screamed and ducked. "She's going to get in here." I was pretty much dead. Splintered wood rained down on me. If I had a match, I could light them on fire. That way, I would be 'setting fire to the rain'. Get it?

Yeah, not the best time for a joke. . .

Whimpering, I prayed to the gods of this anime universe to please let some miracle allow me to live. "I'll give you anything you want," I prayed, covering my neck as she punched another hole. "Take my arm; take my leg- take Larry's leg! Just don't let her get me!"

"Belarus!" My head shot up at the voice. Said nation paused and slowly drew her arm back through the fist size hole (she only made two). The voice was unfamiliar, yet it was mellifluous beatific.

"Go away Belgium!" She cursed. Oh, it was just her girlfriend. "I have business to finish!"

The anime gods answered my prayers, since the Flemish nation sighed. "But our song is playing." There was a slight plead in her voice. "Can you finish this later and dance with me? Please?"

I held my breath as the blond considered her options. Please say 'yes'! Dear Vic Mignogna, please say yes! "Fine," she unhappily grumbled. "Let's go." There was no greater sound than their heels clicking away from me.

Happiness swelled in my chest. Carefully, I stood straight and brushed the loose wood off of me. I was going to live! I still had a chance! As long as I didn't ruin the dress . . .

It was locked. Desperately, I wildly shook the handle, begging it to open. The Goddamn door was locked. "No," I whispered, shoving my shoulder into it. It still didn't budge. "No, no, no, no, no!" Defeated, I banged my forehead against it. Well, the universe sure wasn't working with me today.

Trying not to lose hope, I tried to fit my arm through the holes and open it from the outside. The knob was too far away from both of the them. I screamed for help for a few minutes, but it became evident that the noise from the party was too loud (something told me that America was the DJ since all of the songs were either mainstream or rap). So I just ended up sitting on the closet floor, waiting for my attacker to return.

I wonder what would happen if I found Narnia on the other side of the coats. . .

"Seychelles?" Slowly, I opened my eyes. Someone was shaking me. I was lying over the splinters on the closet floor. "Are you awake?" It took me a second to realize that Estonia was the one who found me. The door was wide open and the splinters were spreading all over the hallway floor. The man looked over me with a worried, yet confused look.

Carefully, I lifted myself up. There was a dull ache in my spine and neck. "I'm fine," I muttered, feeling a small headache start. My dress was wrinkled and dusted with dirt. Add the fact that there were a few splinters stuck in my arm and you had all the ingredients for a perfect mess. Just mess up the hair a little more and blend for thirty minutes straight. "What time is it?" I asked. The music had calmed down to all of the slow dances and it seemed a lot darker in the halls.

Estonia pulled out his iPhone and checked the front screen. "Eleven-thirty," he said. "Why? How long were you in there?"

It was already nearly midnight? Shit! I had less than an hour to get that Goddamn kiss! My feet found themselves safely standing on the floor and I was running back to the prom. I heard the Baltic yell something to me, but I ignored him. This was way more important.

I took a step inside the ballroom and was automatically met with a very toned chest. "Seychelles!" Sadiq yelped, looking down at me. Already, he was extremely crossed with me. "Where have you been?" he demanded, towering over me in his loose black suit and pink tie. "Germany has been asking everyone where you have been- even me!"

"Long story," I said, frantically trying to push him aside. "Now excuse me while I go get that stupid kiss!"

He gave me an annoyed look as I finally ducked between his legs and ran off. "You aren't going to get it!" He called after me. There was a defeated tone in his voice. "You barely have thirty minutes left!" His words made me lose some of my hope. Maybe I really wouldn't be able to do this. It made me wonder: what will happen if I don't?

"You can do this," I told myself, making my way across the dance floor. I was almost there. "Where the hell is England?" At last, I spotted him leaning against one of the walls, looking cool and bored. Hastily, I made my way to him, cutting my through the thick cloud of partying nations.

I called out his name, stealing his full attention. "Where have you been Seychelles?" He asked, rushing to my side. "Everyone's been looking for you." Even in the dull lighting, I could still clearly see his green eyes take a quickly look over my body. "What happened? You look like a mess."

"Nothing happened," I said, taking his hand and pulling him onto the dance floor. He winced. Guess I pulled a little too hard. "I'm just starting a new fashion statement- Do you want to dance?"

The blond knitted his eyebrows together. "Um, whatever you wish Seychelles." Even though he was already placing his hand on my waist, I could tell that he was uncomfortable in this position. He was probably wondering what blunt object made contact with my head.

For awhile, he just swayed with the music. He tried to get me to spin, but even in Seychelles's body, I had two left feet. I think I may have even broken one of his toes. Oops. America did something right for once and switched the song over to something that sounded like Lady Antebellum. I didn't know the name since I didn't listen to them. However, I did know that was slow and romantic. The moment suddenly felt right. It would be a sin if I didn't reach up and kiss him.

"England?" I did that cute head tilt that guys just seemed to like. I hoped that the odd lighting in the room would cause my brown eyes to sparkle. He looked down at me, staring straight into my soul. "I-"

"Hello Seychelles, England." We paused and the man's hand left mine. France stood to our side, smiling slyly and attractively. His suit coat and shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his unshaved (yet hot) chest. I could feel the Brit stiffen and glare. "Can I talk to you both?" he asked.

I nodded. "Sure just-" I glanced around me. Germany was still stalking the crowds, looking for his girlfriend. Meanwhile, the clock on the wall read five minutes to midnight (Ha, I love that song.). "-make it quick."

The Frenchman nodded, looking solemn and serious for once. "I apologize for my selfish actions," he said, trying to meet his ex-boyfriend's eyes. England continues to study the ground, "I shouldn't have said any of those things. I was just being . . . reactive. Could both of you forgive me?"

I didn't know what he did against me, but he seemed legitimately regretful. It would have been a crime for me not to forgiven him. "Of course I do," I said. Slowly, I turned my head towards England. "And you . . ."

With less than three minutes left on the clock, he looked up with teary eyes. "I have something to confess to too," He said, doing his best to sound strong. He was such a tsundere. "I still love you France and I . . ." He gulped and gathered his courage. "I was trying to use your daughter in order to make you jealous!" A few people in the vicinity overheard us and gave us odd glances, trying to decipher what any of that meant.

Meanwhile, my jaw had dropped to the floor. Great, even in aleternate universes I couldn't get a boyfriend. Numb with shock, I started to say, "You-"

England grabbed my hand and looked at me with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry. I was thinking irrationally. I still loved him but I didn't think that he loved me in return, so I-"

There clock read one more minute. I knew one thing for sure: I wasn't going to get that kiss. The 'FrUk' was still living. If anyone was going to kiss, it was going to be them. "It's fine," I said quickly. With little resistance, I took their arms and shoved them together. "Just shut-up and start kissing."

They both gave me odd looks, wondering what had gotten into their little colony. Then, France gently took the other's chin, pointed his face to his, and started kissing him. It stared soft- like a kitten's touch before growing in strength and passion. A content sigh left my mouth. If something bad was going to happen to me, at least I was going to be a happy fangirl.

To my luck, something bad did happen.

"Straightie!" Just as I turned around, a knife went straight through my back. Its searing pain traveled through my body for a split second, making me cry out. The sick numbness of mortal injury had consumed my body before I hit the floor.

In the distance, I heard England and France cry out before crouching down next to me. I felt one of them pull the weapon out of my back while the other yelled for help. Somewhere in the mix, I could make out Germany's screaming and my attacker's chortling.

But most distinctly, there was the tolling of the midnight bells . . .

Cycle 1: The Void

I blinked. I was no longer laying on the ground of the ballroom. Instead, I was standing up straight. The floor, ceiling, and walls (if there were any) were a solid black color. It was not from lack of light- I could still see myself perfectly.

I was dressed in my long puppy pajama pants and a white tank top- my PJs. What in the world happened to my dress? As strange as that was, there was also something else that was off. It took me a few minutes to realize that my hands were not black, but white. "Could it be. . ." I reached up and took a fistful of my hair. Already, I could tell that it was dry and knotted. Holding the ends in front of my face, I saw its nostalgic orange hue.

"I'm in my own body!" The kind of joy you only feel at Christmas filled me to the brim. I obviously wasn't home, but at least I was in my own skin. But the blackness . . . did it mean that I was dead? Belarus did stab me, right?

So what does a teenage do when she believes that she is dead? "I'm sorry for all of my sins Jesus!" I called. That's right; she tries to bargain with God. "Especially for reading all those lemon fanfics! But at least I resisted the urge to kill Larry and Jerry for the past thirteen years! That should count for something, right?"

Giggling: that was what I heard next. It was soft and beautiful, drifting into my ears like song. "You're not dead," a practical voice said. I blinked. Seychelles had appeared before me, wearing her signature blue dress. She smiled easily, trying not to seem humored.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, taking a small step forward. She looked perfectly fine, not as though her back was littered with bruises and her arm with splinters. I gave a hesitant look around. Black was still everywhere. "Where is here?"

She gave a small shrug. "Limbo, I think," the nation replied. "Since you're in my body, I have to be somewhere, don't I?" She knew.

This just grew awkward. "Well, this is weird," I said, scratching the back of my head. What was I supposed to say to her? "Um, sorry for taking your body and everything. I really didn't mean too-"

"I know you didn't, I. . ." She looked to the side sorrowfully and sighed. It was the same expression Sadiq wore whenever he looked at that bloody clock! Remembering where she was, her face brightened and she smiled at me. "It doesn't really matter," she chirped, brightly smiling. "I mean: it's not as though I lost all control of my body!"

Her lovely laugh filled the stale air as her words took meaning for me. "What do you mean by 'not losing all control?'"

The girl fluttered her eyelids, surprised by my words. "Remember Tuesday?" She asked. "At the bar?" Slowly, I nodded. Then, I realized that she meant. When I kissed England. . .

I pointed an accusing finger at her, shouting, "Hooker-Sherry!" A horrified, yet confused look painted her face. I ignored it, continuing to demand, "Do you know how slutty you made me?"

"Slutty?" Seychelles's mouth dropped and a sassy disposition covered her face. "I was only trying to help!" She exclaimed. "If I hadn't done that-"

"He had a boyfriend!" I countered. At that moment, I felt as though I was arguing with Bella. How fitting. Either way, anything good I may have possibly been thinking of her earlier had completely disappeared. "What made you think that by kissing him, he would turn straight?"

"England's bisexual!" We both grew silent. Our rising voices had left us both with scattered breathes. My argument fell flat on the floor. If the Brit was bisexual, then that means. . .

I mouthed an apologetic 'oh'. Great, another relationship I just bloody screwed up. Not that wanted that stupid Mary-Sue to like me; I just didn't want to be enemies with the owner of my surrogate body. Gently, I tried walking closer to her, petting the air with open hands. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't-"

I was testily waved off. "Whatever." The nation gave a small eye roll before sighing. "It's been awhile," she said. "Turkey probably wants you back now."

"Wants me back?" I repeated, tilting my head in confusion. "What do you mean by-?"

The world around me started to fade away, like the opacity option on Photoshop. Seychelles waved to me as she grew more and more transparent. "I'll see you later!" she called out. "And by the way, what's your name?"

By now, I could barely even see the outline of her body. Losing all will to move, I called out, "It's Sherry Sue and what did you mean by-" The ground under me disappeared and I felt myself falling into the darkness.

Falling

and falling

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Cycle 2: Monday

I groaned and tried to reach for the alarm clock. It was blaring some Lady Gaga song on full volume. I don't know about you guys, but listening to sex songs at seven o'clock in the morning is not the best way to get up. I hit the button and smiled when silence filled the room. I could sleep for another five or so minutes.

Wait a second . . .

Suddenly, I jolted upright, darting my eyes around the room. I was back in Seychelles's dorm, wearing her night clothes, at seven o'clock in the morning. What in Shinatty's name. . .

"Good morning Sherry!" I paused, realizing that Sadiq was in the room. He sat in the exact same place he did when I first met him. He was grimacing as he idly played with the golden pocket watch between in hands. With even more fake, sarcastic enthusiasm, he greeted, "Welcome back to start."

MW: Woot! The last exposition chapter is finished! Now I can start doing shit!

SEK: (It's unprofessional to swear in the AN)

BFTL: Hey Wolf, what's the results from our turf war with deviantArt?

MW: Fanficition lost by two reviews. No worries guys! We'll get them this chapter! So REVIEW~!

Funfacts

-"The girl was zipping on her dress… was extremely lolita and cheesy." I got the dress design from a picture of what Lili's apparent formal dress was in the Gauken Hetalia game. What were the designers thinking. . .

Next Chapter: After a quick explanation from Sadiq, Sherry resumes her mission

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