A/N: I got three fricking reviews? I never thought I would even get one but once again I have been proven wrong in a good way! I want to thank: DeathGlare-KOLKOLKOL, HyperFoxChild, JustMakeLeftTurns and Molly Kirkland for reviewing. This chapter is for you guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If I did PruCan, Spamano and GerIta would be so cannon it's not even funny... well 2 of them mostly already are but... PRUCAN FOR THE WIN! Anyways onto the story.

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I could feel the eyes of everyone in the world on me at that moment. Okay so maybe the whole world wasn't looking at me but several very important nations were.

Now, looking back, I realize that this whole thing could have been avoided if I just had denied EVERYTHING. I could have said that I just happened to look a lot like Dad a.k.a Germany and Uncle Prussia had told me to call him that, though we share no actual relation.

But there is one very important fact that you have to remember here: Italy is my mother. Because Italy is my mother I do have some of his traits, like not being able to tell any form of convincing lie to a family member. So in the end I ended up not denying anything at all. Instead I said probably the stupidest thing I have ever said to date, after that whole 'Uncle Prussia' thing.

"Um... Surprise?" I said lifting my arms in a shrugging motion, my eyes locked on dad for a response.

He honestly seemed to be in shock at what I had just told him, not that I blame him. I am sure the gears in his mind were working just like everyone elses' trying to make sense of the newly solidified information. It didn't take long for a spark of realization to enter his eyes. He finally figured out that Prussia only has one brother, him, so for Prussia to have a niece he has to be a father.

If my supposed daughter from the future just popped up in front of me I guarantee I would have handled it worse than Dad. I would have passed out on the floor, or started hyperventilating. Another trait I get from my Mom is that I don't do very well under family pressure. Against anyone who is not direct family, in other words Mom and Dad, I will act like a mini Germany. I will stand my ground and out up one hell of a fight, if I do say so myself. When it comes to family however I am my mothers daughter through and through. In other words, I act like a complete sissy and conform to even the slightest bit of pressure.

"Wait... so does that mean your like Germany's daughter?" asked America who finally seemed to be getting it.

"Yes you stupid Yank it does! Why else would she call Prussia her uncle?" said England while glaring at America.

"I think your lying little girl. You haven't proven to be awesome enough to be related to the awesome me. Kesesese~" proclaimed none other than Prussia.

"Says the guy who taught me to sword fight." I mumble under my breath, yet somehow Prussia manages to hear it.

"Did the awesome me really teach you to sword fight?" he asked interested.

"Yes. Your training was really harsh too. I haven't been able to beat you yet, but one day Uncle Prussia I will." I said smiling, proud to have been taught by my Uncle Prussia. And I mean it's not like I don't know sword fighting is completely medieval but do you know what it feels like to hold a rapier in your hand? It is so empowering, and it's so wonderful to hold a blade in your hand, much better than any gun.

Not to mention the first thing me and Uncle Prussia bonded over was sword fighting.

"Well then you must be telling the truth. The awesome me would never waste time teaching anyone who wasn't family. People who aren't family just aren't awesome enough." he said while smirking, as if taking credit for something, though I have no idea what. Maybe it was for teaching me, but I haven't even showed him how 'awesome' I am at sword fighting. I swear I may never understand what goes on in his head.

"Veh~ Germany I think she's telling the truth. She really looks like you!"said Mom as he walked closer to me. "She has your eyes, and when she smiled she looked exactly like you!"

"So you're all just going to accept that I am his daughter? Just like that?" Seriously? Why was no one completely freaking the hell out?

"Well you feel like a country, and you did show up out of thin air. We would know if you were a country from the past because amongst us we have met a good deal of past nations. Not to mention you look so much like Germany that it is uncanny. What you have told us is the only logical explanation, da?" asked Russia. Wow that was one long speech Russia. I think that the most I have heard him talk in one go in the last 15 years.

"Well... when you put it that way..."

"So who's your mom, kid?" asks Spain with a genuinely curious look on his face.

Wait, they haven't figured it out yet! I mean I know I look a lot like Dad, but my hair color is really close to Mom's although a bit more red. Not to mention the fact that I had a, as my friends like to call it, an 'Italy Moment' a few minutes ago when I freaked out. But none of that matters because all hope may not be lost yet! All I have to do is avoid giving a direct answer and I will be all good. I can do this!

"I want to know who Germany has a kid with too. He is my best friend after all!" says Mom happily, and all of a sudden I know I have no choice but to lie.

Why?

Because Mom just called Dad his best friend. HIS BEST FRIEND! My parents aren't even together yet! How far back did England send me? I swear when I get home...

"Um... I kind of... can't tell you?" I finish lamely. "I don't want to do anything to stop my parents from getting together. I don't really want to risk not being born. Sorry."

"Not even a little hint?" questions Spain

"Sorry, no can do. Don't worry you will all find out when I'm born."

"Sparentano-san could you at least tell us where you are located?" asks Japan.

Oh that country is sneaky, but I know what he is planning. He is hoping he can find out who I am related to by finding out what countries I am next to. Well, it's not going to work.

"I am located in Europe, though I can not divulge where." I tell him.

All the countries seem to take this in realizing what it means. War at one point had broken out and a new country had formed from the ashes. Which is sort of true.

See before I was born Austria's Boss became a huge ass-hat and started imposing ridiculous taxes on the Western part of his country. Austria has since told me it was because he wanted to use the money on 'illegal things' but the truth is I could care less what the ass-hat spent it on. The point is because of these taxes his people were starving and started fleeing the country, right into Italy and Germany.

Now in most cases even ass-hats would leave the people who escaped alone, but this man was one of a kind. He demanded that these people return to his country and pay a fee to get back in too. If not they would be labeled as traitors, but at this point none of the once loyal Austrians cared. They had shunned their mother country. They refused to return to their country and soon Germany and Italy were at war against Austria, trying to protect those who had run from the ass-hat.

After some time, and far to many dead soldiers, the ass-hat was overthrown. At that point however the damage had been done and many people still did not want to be a part of Austria. So part of Austria and some of the outlying parts of Germany and Italy that the refugees inhabited became a new country. And when I say outlying parts of Germany and Italy I mean only got about 250 square miles from each.

I am not the largest country but I make up for it with my wonderful food!

So as for the question as how Italy and Germany are my Mom and Dad, I am getting there.

See all that needs to happen for a country to get pregnant is for both parental figures to be on one side of a war that will result in a new country being born. So since Mom and Dad were both fighting Austria and I was going to be created anyoway Mom got pregnant. The first time he noticed something different was 6 months into the war, and when he figured out what was wrong he apparently had a breakdown.

At a world conference.

Of course this freaked everyone out, because apparently it is very rare for countries to be born in this way. Not to mention Mom was a guy. So no one knew what to do, concerning anything to do with the pregnancy. They didn't even know if I would be a country or not, I could have been just a human.

America apparently even had the idea that I was going to be some kind of Superhero that would save the world from Global Warming. Silly America didn't know that they would find the answer to Global Warming a few years later when-.

Oh wait I am getting of topic.

Now where was I... Oh right.

But then just 7 months later, a year and a month after the start of the war, I was born. According to what my parents told me, they had signed the peace treaty late one night and woke up the next morning to find me snuggled in-between them. Literally. There was no pain or labor, I was just in Mom's stomach, then I wasn't. What freaked them out the most was that I didn't even appear to be a baby but a toddler.

And that was how I came to be who I am now.

Well there was some other stuff in-between but we can save that for later.

"So what has been goin' on? Have I been a Hero lately? Saved the World? Had monuments built to my image?" Asked America excitedly between bites of hamburger.

"Well, not really, no. There haven't been many wars lately. The world is in an era of peace. It seems like humans have finally learned their lesson."

At this America seemed to become a little sad, but immediately perked back up when he realized he still had some of his milkshake left.

"What do you mean?" asks Romano actually interested, sucessfully stealing my attention away from the binge-eating America.

"I guess what I am saying is that they have started growing some brains. There haven't been any more ass-hats in power since I was born, or at least if there were they were quickly stripped of their authority. So after thousands of years, all countries finally seem to have competent leaders who don't try and do stupid things, like conquer the world. Because of this however not many new countries are being born. I am actually one of the youngest."

"So how many new countries have been born lately? And how many of them have become a part of mother Russia?" said Russia in a slightly creepy manner

Wow, this Russia really is different from the one in my time. I guess him having fields of sunflowers really does make a big difference. I have never seen that face on him before. I mean he does have his creeper moments, but never that bad.

"Um... I don't think this will screw up the future... but uh, one country was born before me and two more after me." They don't need any more information on James and The Twins. I didn't even bother bringing up the fact that Uncle Prussia got some land back from Dad near Denmark and was renamed New Prussia. There would be way to much questioning about that. Come to think of it, is New Prussia even a new country? I mean sure it has the word 'new' in it's name but it is still Uncle Prussia. This is something I need to look into.

"So how old does that make you?" asks Canada quietly from his corner.

Of course no one hears him, so before I can answer him Prussia repeats his question in a much louder tone.

"About 100-ish. I think I'm 107 now, but time has a away of slipping away from me."

"You look awfully old for 107." says England. I don't know if I should take that as an insult or a compliment. You know what? I am going to take it as an insult... England has no idea that he is digging his future self's grave even deeper.

But I can see where he is coming from though. I do look to be about 18-19 years old, when most countries here appeared to be older children or preteens at that age. It doesn't help that I really wasn't really dressed up when I got teloported here. I was just in a pair of comfy black pants and my favorite jacket. It was white and green and it had my flag on the left side over my chest. On the back it said my name and my lucky number 13 under it in blue. It looked like a baseball jacket actually, the best sport ever! And it had all three colors of my flag, blue, white and green! It was no wonder why it was my favorite.

"You have to understand that the world is more civilized in my time and I have never had to fend for myself really. My country became stable much faster due to continued support from many people here. Not to mention I have a great economy, which helped me age quicker. When I was younger I really did age quite quickly but as of the past 30 years I haven't aged at all."

"Does this mean that all economies are doing well in the future aru?" asked China.

"Well I don't want to give to much away but I can honestly say that all of you in this room is doing fine. Oh and before you ask China, yes they are still making Hello Kitty products."

At this the country smiled so wide I swear it must have hurt. How could he make the corners of his lips practically touch his ears like that?

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After an eternity of more questions we got down to the most important of all.

Where would I be staying?

"She should stay with me and West! After all we are her family!"

"Can't you tell that Germany is still in shock! I can't believe you would be so Bloody stupid! She should stay with me so we can work out how to get her back to her time!"

"She should come stay at my place and become one with mother Russia."

At that everyone went quiet.

"Veh~. She should come with me and Romano! I want to get to know my best friends bambina (daughter). We can have pasta~!"

At the mention of Mom's homemade pasta my mouth started to water. I was so hungry at this point I may have honestly eaten one of Englands scones. I don't care if I end up in the hospital.

"I agree." I said in time with my stomach rumbling.

Everyone stopped to stare at me.

"Heh heh, I guess I really am hungry."

"Good! Let's go and make Pasta!" Mom said grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the room before I, or anyone else, had a chance to protest.

And as I was being dragged away I realized I just set myself up to spend an evening with my Mom in the past. My Mom who doesn't know that he is my Mom.

What did my stomach just get me into?

This pasta better be worth it... maybe I should have just chanced the scones.

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A/N: YEAH! I just feel so accomplished finishing this :)

On a side note I am looking for a Beta Reader if anyone is up for the job. I just always seem to miss things no matter how many times I re-read the chapters. I also need a fellow Hetalia lover to make sure I keep in character as I am still relatively new to the fandom!

Anyway I hope you liked it~ Feel free to review!