Oh. My. Mother. Fucking. God. Look up guys right above this and to the right. Now look at the number next to the word reviews. Do you see that?! I have 116 flipping reviews! That is the highest number I have ever gotten I swear on my life! I just wanted to thank you all so much, every single review puts a smile on my face and I blush like an anime school girl in front of her senpai. So in honor of that I will write a songfic/one-shot for the 125th reviewer, with ANY PAIRING they want. Think of it as my gift to you guys ^_^

Dislcaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If I did I would have more money for cosplay… and food other than ramen.

"Dad?" I replied. Well more like squeaked. My voice seemed to have turned on me and the words weren't coming out at all. I kept opening and closing my mouth for a few seconds, no doubt looking like a fish gasping for air, when I got a reply from the other side.

"Not just him! I am here too! Don't you love me anymore?!" came a distressed voice from the other side of the phone.

Thankfully my voice came back enough to mutter out an avid reply. "O-of course I do!"

"Ve~! That's me isn't it!" said Mom exuberantly. Well the Mom who is standing next to me who hasn't actually had me yet. You know what, let's just call everyone with me by their country names and those who are not can be called … well what I normally call them. "Isn't this cool Germany we are talking to ourselves from the future!"

"Yes, I suppose it is." Germany replies, looking at the device in my hand with mistrust. I guess I would too if it was allowing me to speak to myself from the future.

"Is anyone going to bring up the fact the fact that this is wrong on so many levels? Nadja get your head together, this is serious!" commented an annoyed voice I know all too well.

"Soma!" I cry out trying to sound angry but I most likely failed. How could I be angry when I was talking to people from my time. I was just to, well happy to be mad. Those around me reacted immediately at his name, and his tone

"So this is your boyfriend form the future, eh? Is it truly amore?"

"U-um, he seems a bit angry."

"Oi, you little shit who dares date mein nichte, you are being totally unawesome. Watch your tone."

"Eh?! You're the one dating my bambina?"

"I assume I have already instilled fear into you in the future. You know what I will do."

"Lovi, why do you look so angry?"

"Who do you think you are talking like that to my niece?!"

"I have to agree with you."

At that all eyes in the room swiveled to look around at England. Wait, I call him that in my time too. In that case let's just call this one Iggy. Well, regardless of what name you use for him, he was the center of attention.

"Of course you're completely right." Said England.

Iggy looked a bit odd for a moment, and I swear I saw something flash in his eyes, but it was gone before I could figure out what it was. "It is good to see that we agree. Nadja cannot stand here much longer."

"I understand that but we need to figure out some logistics before we go any farther. For example what day is it exactly over there? What time is it? You know the little things that could cause big problems. We must make sure we have all of the details before we proceed." Well, gee England I wish you could have thought this much back when I was in the right time. Maybe then I would not be in this mess to begin with.

"It is July 7th 2012 at 11:07 at night. Is it safe to assume it is the same time where you are?" Iggy relpied.

"It is indeed. Now how much magic have you been able to restore since the… accident." So now this thing is just an accident? I consider it more of a giant screw up quite frankly.

"How much have you been able to restore?" Iggy shoots back, getting really defensive about the matter.

England was quick to answer his past self. "About 95% with some help from Romania and Norway. It took some convincing to get Romania to agree, but in the end it all worked out. Now as I asked before, how much have you been able to restore? Please tell me you at least have 50% at your disposal."

You know I was honestly quite surprised that no one had stepped in and interrupted the two. Then again this was an important conversation and I suppose even those who cannot 'read the atmosphere' know there are certain times when you just need to be silent. And this was one of those times.

"Sadly, I only have about 20% of my original reserves." Iggy replied, sound quite a bit down.

"How in the bloody hell do you have so little?! The magical community we have should have restored at least 40% and I still had 20% left after the spell!"

Apparently I was wrong about them knowing when to be quiet. Mom should have just let England hash it out with his past self. The man can only rant for so long until he has to be a gentleman and stop fighting. Honestly the whole conversation would have gone a lot faster it Mom was quiet. And now that I think about it that applies to every conversation Mom is in.

Huh, imagine that.

"England what does this mean?!" Mom cried out. And then the other end was silent for a few seconds except from some pretty weird noises. What in the world was happening over there?

"Italy maybe you should stop shaking England so violently." James stated. "Maybe then we can get some answers." Well, that answers that question.

"Yes! We need answers! England give me answers!" Crap. Mom was in protective mode. England needed to look out. Thankfully the noises had stopped so England was likely free from Mom's grasp.

"We need at least 50% of our magic on each of our parts for the spell to work. However even with us both at 50% the success rate would be low, as the spell is extremely taxing. Once we both hit about 80% or even one us reaches 80% with the other still at 50%, the success rate goes up significantly. But it's not like arithmetic; there is no number it needs to reach. You can't just have someone give 30% and the other give and extra 20% to fill the gap. In magic there is only a bare minimum that each side needs to bring to the table on their own."

"So you are saying mein Awesome nichte is going to be stuck there longer?! I thought you said we could bring her back now! This is all because you suck at magic!" Uncle Prussia raved.

"I know what I said, damn it! And it is not my fault it is his! Now what did you do that used so much magic?!" England shouted back seemingly just as enraged. He hates it when people say that his magic is faulty or no good. It is a sure fire way to get you on his bad side for at least a week, if not more.

"Please don't be mad future England, he was just trying to help!" Italy cried out rushing forward and dropping to his knees to get closer to the phone. As if getting closer and making his voice louder would make them listen to him more.

And they did listen.

"What could be so important that he needed to use his, very limited at the moment, magic!" England all but bellowed over the phone.

"Nadja had an anxiety attack and we didn't know what to do!" Italy replied quickly.

That is when everyone in the room was almost deafened by what was coming out of the phone in my hand.

"What happened to my bambina?! Does she feel okay? Nadja do you feel okay?!" Mom cried out in sheer panic.

Dad was quick to ask frantically "Is she alright?!"

Uncle Prussia butted in, quite loudly, practically screaming. "Is mein nichte okay?! If she is hurt I will show you the force of the Prussian military!"

"Nadja, why didn't you say something?!" James asked quite worried. I could almost see him wringing his hands together.

"Are you trying to give my brother a heart attack?!" Anippe screeched. And I do mean screeched.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Well, you know who that was.

Then there was Uncle Lovi yelling "Antonio you better hold me back, because I swear if she is not fine-"

"Lovi, we're all worried but destroying the phone won't help." Spain ground out, obviously upset with the situation as well.

"Guys, guys, I'm fine" I reply trying to get them to calm down. The sound of my voice seems to sedate them somewhat, but I knew it wouldn't be for long. I had to calm them down and fast. "It was a little dicey for a moment, BUT, that was only because I'm not well… me yet. But there was no actual danger. But in this time no one has really seen that happen to a nation and they may have over reacted a bit. England ended up casting a lot of rejuvenating magic on me, just in case, before I had a chance to explain."

"But Nadja you-" Italy started to say but Germany covered his mouth. I wondered why until he spoke. "It is as she said. Sorry to have worried you."

It made sense then, if the Germany here was upset then that meant Dad would be upset. And since Germany is Dad from the past, he knows just how much he would worry. So in order to save future him some grief he just allowed me to manipulate the truth a little bit.

The others around me apparently got the picture as they all started to agree with my story.

"Thank God." Mom sighed, obviously a lot less worried about my wellbeing being in direct danger.

"I suppose I can forgive you for that." England replied. "If you all were truly concerned about her wellbeing and only trying to help, I cannot fault you. In light of this information however I say that we should postpone the transference to around 4 p.m. tomorrow. Is that alright over on your end?"

"That should do nicely. I will try and convince my Norway and Romania to do the magical transference that yours did."

"That would probably be for the best. At any rate this means that we will be seeing you tomorrow Nadja." England answered.

I was going home. I was going back to my time. I was going to see all of them again. I was over the moon in giddiness. Then I looked around me and saw the people that surrounded me. Then again I would miss everyone here as well. Don't get me wrong if I had to choose I would pick my time every single time, but this place had its moments. I got to see sides of people I had never seen before, or in Russia's case I had never wanted to see, and it was different. In a good way though. These people here had supported me just like those at home and the similarities between this time and mine were sometimes ridiculous. I felt at home here too, but not as at home as when I was cooking in the Kitchen with Mom, or reading a book on the couch with Dad. It was home, but not really, and though leaving would be hard I knew I would see them again.

"Unfortunately, the magic I poured into the phone has started to wear off. You all should say your goodbyes. Well until tomorrow Nadja, be well."

"We'll see you soon!"

"I miss you!"

"Take care!"

"When you get home I'll make pasta, okay?"

"We can play some awesome video games after that!"

"Oh, we can make it into a slumber party! Don't be late to your own party!"

"Yeah, and in the morning we can get Canada to make us breakfast!"

"Well you know that odd couple. Just get home safe. Okay Nadja?"

And then Dad said it all in three words. "We love you."

The line went dead.

I understand this chapter is a little bit shorter than others but I had to cut off here or else the transition into the next chapter would have been really weird. Plus quite a bit happened so maybe that makes up for it?