Sorry it took so long, I was a bit busy and had no idea what I was doing with this story for a while so here it is finally!

I do not own Hetalia

Chapter 2: A... Country?

"Was it really necessary to inject him with so much morphine? He's not a monster, he's a nation!"

"Well we didn't want him waking up on the way here to put up a fight, now did we?"

"Japan should have at least had things explained to him a little, instead of you just stabbing him with some needle to drug him out of no where!"

"A lot of the other countries resisted!"

"Well he isn't the other countries!"

Kiku felt his head pounding as he came to from his unconscious state. He cracked open an eye only to wince as it came in contact with the light of the room. He could hear the muffled argument coming from the other room, it seemed to only make the headache worsen.

Kiku opened his eyes a little again, more slowly this time so he could adjust to the light. His vision was slightly blurry from sleep when he tried to look around. It took a few minutes for the Japanese man to clear his vision and scan the room clearly.

It was a white room with white curtains and the bed seemed a bit stiff like a bed in a hospital, the whole room looked like a medical room. Kiku's eyes shifted to the door, it had several locks on it that locked from the outside. This made the man panic slightly, Where am I? What happened? These thoughts barely came to mind when he suddenly remembered the strange man and being injected with something that probably made him sleep long enough to get him... where ever he was.

Kiku's thoughts were interrupted when two men in suits, probably the same ones that had been fighting, came through the door. He hadn't even noticed them unlocking the door.

"Oh, your awake. We weren't expecting you to wake up so soon from the amount of morphine you were given ," the man with the dark brown hair had spoken, his face seemed to be apologetic.

"Told you we would need a lot of morphine..." mumbled the taller blonde man next to him.

The brown haired man shot him a warning look, "Gomenasai, I didn't know he would act so rashly to get you here."

Kiku was at loss for words for minute but recovered quickly, "And where am I exactly?"

The man looked at the blonde man accusingly, while the blonde man just looked sheepishly back.

"Eric, did you not tell him anything?"

"uh..."

The brown haired man shook his head in exasperation, "You are in Washington, DC in the United States of America. My name is Ray and since Eric here didn't tell you anything I guess I'll have to tell you myself. You were one of the chosen to be a personification of your country, there are others too like America, China, Italy, etc. You are the personification of Japan, this is mostly based on if you have any stereotypical personality traits or looks. This usually doesn't kick in until your twenties or thirties, but there are cases where its older. As of result of becoming a nation, you have the gift of immortality and can't die unless your country dies, but you can get sick normally like humans but also get sick when your country is doing poorly. There is only one personification chosen for each country and they have no choice but to become part of this because you have already turned into a country years ago. So from now on you will be known as Japan, and you will meet the other countries once a month for a world meeting which is in one week."

Kiku wasn't sure what to say, he was pretty sure – no, just hoping this was all some sort of nightmare and he was going to wake up in his bed normal as ever. No such luck came to the nation. He searched Ray's face for anything to tell if he is lying or this was a joke, there was nothing.

After a few minutes of silence Kiku spoke, "What if one of us were to not want to be a country and refused to come to meetings?"

"They would live amongst humans, this would probably be a worse fate since the humans surrounding them would die while they stay the same." Ray spoke solemnly, Kiku took a minute to think over this.

He knew from first hand experience how true it was, his current family will definitely dye, leaving him. He knew the grief would probably drive him insane, but he would still have to face that anyways.

Kiku nodded his head even though he wasn't quite decided yet he thought it would be best to just agree, "I guess it would probably be better to go with that in that case..."

"That's the spirit!" Eric yelled, "We didn't want Japan of all countries to be out of this, there's a lot of countries that are very intrigued by your culture and wanted to meet you. Guess they won't be disappointed!"

"Unlike with Mexico..." Kiku wasn't sure if he had heard Ray right when he mumbled that but all the same, a chill was sent down his spine from his tone.

"Here Japan, this will be your uniform. We also have some casual clothes here for you based from what we saw you wore back in Japan." Ray handed him some white and black clothes, they were military uniforms.

"We have a hotel booked for you in town and we have a house ready in Japan for when you return."

"What about my old apartment?"

"We are in the progress of moving your stuff to the new house, it will give you more space."

"Oh..." Japan couldn't quite asses the current situation that well due to all the now known information.

"Right, so we'll arrange a ride for you to go to your hotel now, here's your business phone and your other phone for personal uses. The business phone has all of the other countries that have agreed with this phone numbers and our phone number, it will only ring if its for something to do with meetings or the country-I mean you and the people of Japan. The other one is for the phone numbers of friends and family." Ray handed the Japanese man two cell phones, they looked like htc's.

"T-thank you," Kiku wasn't sure on what else to say, he was at loss for words.

When the two men left, closing the door behind them, Kiku got dressed in the casual clothes they had given him. He didn't want to go anywhere in the dirty outfit he was wearing before.

They were nice clothes and fit perfectly, it is like the outfit he wore in Japan but a bit more American, most likely to fit in better in Washington. Once he was finished he took the other clothes and the phones in hand and opened the door.

"Oh, are you ready to go now?" Eric spoke enthusiastically from where he was beside the door.

Kiku wasn't prepared for someone to be outside the door so he ended up giving a start and stuttered, "H-hai."

"Great, 'cause your rides here!" Eric ushered him to the front of the building where a car was parking.

Japan was quiet the whole ride to his hotel, there he was given a key and directed to his room. Once in his room, he had found some luggage there with some of his belongings, a new laptop, and some new clothes. On the small table beside the bed there was a credit card with a note beside it, Kiku picked up the note first to read it:

Japan,

here's a credit card that will cover expenses like food, things you might just want to buy, and emergencies.

-Government of Japan

Kiku put the card in his back pocket and and sat on the bed to collect his thoughts.

He's a country, in America for a world meeting, apparently something happened to Mexico? Kiku wasn't so sure about that one. But all in all, this whole ordeal seemed unbelievable.

After a while Kiku was losing track of time while pacing the room and unpacking the things he would need in the morning and had a bath before coming out of the bathroom to go to bed. A bath always calmed him down and it was nice to just have some time to soak away his stress in the tub.

The next morning Kiku got up, momentarily forgetting where he was but remembered a minute after waking up. He decided to go out for breakfast then went for a jog after he finished eating his hash browns and eggs.

When he returned he changed out of his loose shirt and sweats and changed into something more casual for the day. He had just finished getting dressed when he heard a knock on the door.

Kiku opened the door to see a man with bright blue eyes and blonde hair, one piece of his hair stuck up in a cowlick.

"Sup Japan, I'm America! I heard that you'd be staying here and thought I'd welcome you and maybe show ya around," America seemed very happy and Japan knew it would be rude to refuse the offer.

"Really? That would be very nice of you."

"Awesome, if you want we can go right now." America spoke loudly.

"Sure, I'll just grab my phone." Kiku stepped back into his room and stuffed his cell phone and credit card and room key into his pocket before leaving the room. When he came back out America grabbed his hand barely giving him a chance to close his door before being led (dragged) outside the hotel.

This didn't have much for angst but its more of an intro at the beginning of the story. I promise there will be more interesting parts as it goes further in the story!

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