I am so sorry that I kept some of you waiting for so long, but all I can say is that college can be a bitch and teachers can bump assignments around as they please. Two papers due after Thanksgiving were now due this week and it killed me.

Anywho, I won't keep you for all to long as I know none of you probably read this anyway, but hey I kinda like typing them so it's okay : )

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just my rabid imagination and all of the paraphernalia I have bought of said series

P.S. FalalalaLa did you read my mind for the plot of this?! I mean that was one hell of a good guess as to what happened. And I thought no one would catch on, lol. Seriously though I saw your review and I was like 0.o she's a mind reader!

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I awake confused and completely disoriented.

What in the world had just happened? Why am I filled with adrenaline so soon after waking up? I feel as if I could run a cross country race and not even break a tiny sweat. I am just so absolutely full to the brim with energy that I don't know what to do with.

So what is keeping me from opening my eyes, getting up, and expelling all of it?

And then I remember.

The shaking.

The pain.

The fear.

It all comes rushing back to me in one moment, causing me to unintentionally gasp for air and open my eyes.

I had told them.

Oh Mein Gott.

Nothing is going to be okay, how can it be? I mean I have just broken every single law of time travel that there is, and there are bound to be repercussions. In all honesty I am surprised that I still exist. I should have disappeared in a puff of smoke, or a vortex, or whatever it is that is supposed to happen to people who do stupid things like me.

"Germany! Everyone! She's awake! She's awake!" I hear Mom gasp out from relatively close to me. I instinctively try to find out where he is and it does not take me long to find him as he is sitting on his knees, on the ground, right next to me. His hands are grasped together in front of his face, as if he was praying. My gaze moves from Moms hands to his eyes which are trained to my face and I see that he looks horrible. There are obvious tear streaks down his face accompanied by the small bags he gets under his eyes when he cries. His skin is paler than normal and he just looked so haggard. But the look in his eyes is what kills me.

They are full to the brim with worry and concern.

Not hate, or rejection like I so feared. And I feel so horrible for doubting, for even a moment that Mom would love me. No matter the time or the place. After all he is my Mom.

And the next thing I know my ears are assaulted with a magnitude of voices.

"Italy! Is Sparentano really awake?!"

"Hey Bastardo you better not be lying!"

"Is my nichte (niece) okay Italy!"

"Is Germany's bébé (baby) okay! Uncle France is worried!"

"Bloody hell! Stop pushing everyone! You will all be able to see her, but we can't all fit through the door at once!"

It is now that I start to take notice of my surroundings. I sit up on my elbows to I see that I am in a large bed wrapped snuggly in beige colored sheets. The room is very sparsely decorated and it feels highly impersonal. When I see the suitcase next to the single dresser I realize I must still be in the hotel. My line of sight continues along the wall with the dresser until my eyes land on the door.

The sight that greets me may have been seen as comical.

Dad is standing in the doorway taking up most of the space that it offers. All around him however I can clearly see the faces of France, Uncle Antonio, Uncle Spain, Uncle Prussia and England.

And when I say that it may have been comical I mean that it would have been dead hilarious, if it wasn't for their faces.

France and England are both looking at me with looks full of concern. Both of the older male nations look as if they had not slept for a while, as even France's hair was messy. And if you know the country of France like I do, you would know that to France having messy hair is pretty much an act against humanity. Even England's hair looks more disheveled than normal, if that is even possible.

All three of my Uncles look paler than I had ever seen them before, which is quite the feat for Uncle Prussia. They also have slight bags under their eyes, but they were nowhere near as bad as mom's. All of their eyes were glued onto me, and they were all filled with three things: love, concern and joy.

And then there was Dad.

I have never seen him look so haggard in his life. He didn't even look this bad when I went off the grid for five days. There are dark circles under his eyes, and they were just as bad as Mom's, if not worse. His normally slicked back hair is falling into his face, and his entire form seems slumped, defeated almost.

And when I saw the look in his eyes I knew that he had been just as worried as Mom was.

I can only sit there at a loss for words at the scene before me. What does one say in a situation like this? There needs to be a manual for this kind of thing because I have absolutely no idea what to do!

"Um…" I start out only to find that I can't finish. It is like I am being blocked from talking but I know that is not the case. I know what I want to say, but I just can't get the words to escape.

"Sparentano?" asks Mom, and my gaze immediately goes to him.

"About what you said, when Germany left the room, is it true?"

Wait, what?

Dad left the room?

I look to Dad for conformation and he looks just as confused as I do. Wondering what the in the world is going on I look back at Mom for some sort of stable ground. Just what happened when I was having that panic attack?

"Italy, what did she say when I left? You have refused to tell me thus far and I think it is time I knew. Whatever is it obviously concerns the health and well-being of my daughter. " Dad said his gaze switching between me and Mom. As he talked he started entering the room the others trickling in behind him.

"So wait, Dad left?" I ask, just trying to get a hold on the situation. Did Dad really leave me while I was having a panic attack? Does that mean he doesn't know?

"Ve, Germany went to go get China to help you, but he ran into England on the way, and just grabbed him to help. He thought since you were from the future this episode might have something to do with that. And by the time he got back you had passed out and I had brought you in here. And then England said that he didn't know what was wrong so I thought I would ask Fratello for help and at first he didn't want to. But then I said you were in trouble and he agreed because apparently you weren't a total bastard to him. So then Roma grabbed Spain too and we started to come this way when we ran into France who was looking for England and told him to come along. And just as we got back to the room we saw Prussia about to knock on the door. So we all came inside and found Germany next to your bed, where he stayed for almost a whole day, before I switched out with him so he could eat. And then you woke up like ten minutes after I came in to watch you!" Mom said in a rush before looking directly into my eyes as if daring me to find a lie in them. I couldn't.

I also don't know why I got such a long explanation to answer a simple question.

"Well you can all calm down this panic attack has nothing to do with time traveling, trust me on that one." I say trying to calm everyone down, just a bit, as I am high strung enough for all of us. The energy I woke up with had yet to dissipate and it was all I could do from tapping my fingers or my feet.

This statement however only seemed to get everyone more upset than they already were.

"If it is not from the time travel then what is it from?" asks Uncle Prussia. Well, it is more like he demanded to know the answer, but you get the point.

"It's just from me being me is all. I get less severe versions of what just happened kind of often. Don't worry they have never been this bad I swear. I think it just all the stress from time traveling got to me. No worries though I should be fine. I mean I think I'll be fine. You know what? No, I will be fine and that is the end of that." I say quickly trying to hide my nerves but failing horribly if the looks that the people around me are giving sending my way are anything to go by.

I calm myself down by starting to tap my fingers rhythmically on the bed.

Ah, much better.

"What in the world would cause a Nation to have constant panic attacks?" asks England, both concerned and inquisitive.

Oh well, may as well tell them the truth, not like it could do any more damage.

"Well my country is well known for being pretty diverse, almost like the entire thing is New York City, or in other words a cultural melting pot. I have so many different types of people living on my land that like America I don't even have an official language. Because there is such diversity there is also a great opportunity to teach others and to learn, so my people quickly became known for education. People from all over the world come to study in my land and make up a good deal of my total population. So when finals and midterms come rolling around I tend to get a lot of side effects, like panic attacks. So really it's no big deal."

And everyone looks at me like I just told them I run around wearing a dress made out of meat.

"Y-You have to go through this all the time?!" asks Mom desperately. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed his hands reaching out to grab one of mine. I will be an adult and admit that it felt good for him to offer me comfort like that. More and more he was beginning to feel like the Mom I left back at home.

"No, I don't I promise! This is a lot worse than normal! Normally I just get a little jittery, or maybe a touch light headed, but never ever anything this bad." I say hurriedly trying to get Mom to calm back down.

"Then why is it so bad now?" Dad questions while finally moving and sitting on the bed on the opposite side that Mom is on. Thankfully he does not grab my other hand and I am able to keep drumming my fingers on the bed.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

1, 5, 4, 5, 3, 5, 2, 5.

1, 5, 4, 5, 3, 2, 1.

I tap out while trying to think of an answer. I can't seem to figure out why the attacks are suddenly worse though. It has to have something to do with the whole time travel thing, but what?

"I think I may have the answer." States England, and suddenly all of the eyes in the room are focused in on him. "In your time you are a Nation right?" At this I nod my head in conformation. "That means you have certain immunities to things like sicknesses and panic attacks of your people. This is bad now however because you are still attached to the land and people there, but you are here where you are technically not a nation. So all of the things that were only minor inconveniences before are now much worse, and we can only assume that they will continue to grow in severity. While because you are still a future Nation I do not believe you will die, but you could experience a good deal of pain."

"So you are saying they are going to get worse?" Asks France in a normal tone, a once in a human lifetime opportunity I guarantee it.

"Well under normal circumstances yes, but as these circumstances are anything but normal we may have some hope yet." Answers England looking between each of as if to drive the point home.

"So what can we do?" questions Mom, looking at England looking for any sort of answer.

"The first thing we need to do is put her on an anti-panic medication. We will increase the dosage as necessary but we will only be able to give her so much without fear of doing dome form of damage, future nation or not. The next thing would to keep her relatively calm." He pauses as he looks around. "Well as calm as you can, being who you are."

That line evokes a string of curses to fly from Uncle Romano's mouth, and all I can think of is 'Wow I haven't heard that one before.' Or 'Ooh he doesn't use that one in my time.' I guess being jittery also lowers my attention span a little bit.

"Anything else we need to know?" Asks Dad as Uncle Romano finally calms down.

"Well, I can try and look for a spell if you want me to…"

"No!" the room chimes only to be almost completely drowned out by my cry of "Yes! For the love of God! Please!"

Now everyone is staring at me again. Great, just great, now I feel like I need to explain myself.

"England's magic is pretty useful and until I got sent here I can never remember it going haywire or failing. And me getting sent here wasn't even his fault, that was just a trick of fate. I mean what are the odds that England in another century would be using the same spell on another person, twice. Not very likely."

"Ve, she has a point. We should do whatever we can to help her!" Mom says enthusiastically.

"I just have to ask why you are so invested in this Italy. I know she is Germany's daughter but you seem to be really close to her. I mean look!" Uncle Antonio says pointing at Moms hands that are still holding mine.

I look at Mom and he looks at me and we share a knowing look. Mom may be a chatter box, but even he has his moments when he knows how to communicate with just a look, and this one says that he won't tell me unless he wants me to. And I am very, very thankful for that.

Apparently though something about that action sparks something in Uncle Romano and he starts to freak out.

"Y-Y-YOU…. H-HE…. YOU TWO… OH DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN!" He practically yells, and then he starts to curse in Italian, which I will spare you from.

"Brother what's wrong?!" Mom asks concerned. Only Uncle Antonio is brave enough to edge near Uncle Romano, but Uncle Romano just yells at him to get away.

"How did I not see it! I mean it so damn obvious!"

"What is obvious?!" Mom continues to push.

"The fact that you are obviously Sparentano's other parent!"

And the room goes quiet and my heart freezes, then restarts at the words "Ve, Fratello, how did you guess?!"

In a split second everyone, but Mom and Dad, have busted out into avid discussion on the topic.

"She does almost have Italy's hair color."

"She does overreact just like Italy."

"She has Italy's stomach."

"She has Italy's one track mind."

"She pouts like Italy."

"She has no self-control like Italy."

And that is when I lose my 'self-control' and snap "Will all of you stop insulting me and Mom!"

I need to learn to control my temper.

All around me the chaos has stopped and everyone, once again, is watching me.

"Now can everyone but me Mom and Dad leave the room. I think we need to have a talk." And it is the truth if Dad being stock still by my side is anything to go by. He hasn't moved a muscle since Uncle Romano uttered that horrible, horrid sentence.

"But-" Uncle Prussia starts.

"No, this is something I need to tell them alone. So please guys, for me? Just for a couple of minutes, that is all I need. I just have to do this." I say trying to look all of them in the eyes, though some of them were trying to look anywhere but at me, namely Uncle Romano and Uncle Antonio.

"Okay. Fine." Says France, being the voice of reason for once. "I needed you guys to come help me anyway."

"With that, you bloody Frog."

"Ahh~! Finding the most delicious food in the hotel, of course. I simply cannot eat all of that food alone. Come, you all will help me!" And before I knew it the room was empty. Such was the magic of France.

"Well guys," I say looking at my parents trying to keep calm. "How is it going?"

Dad finally awoke from his stupor and gave me a knowing look.

"Okay, Okay, I got it. So here is the story…."

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The next chapter should be up relatively soon as I am leaving for break in about an hour.

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