Chapter 2

Arrival

I barely noticed I was falling until I landed flat on my back. I landed hard, with my head taking most of the impact to the point where I threatened passing out.

All around me, voices erupted. Most of them were confused, some worried, and a few sounded even scared. But all of them were yelling.

"What the bloody hell!?"

"Where did she come from?"

"Holy shit..."

"My pastaaaa!"

"Hey, lady, are you okay?"

A face popped into view, but the sudden process of the image made my head hurt even more. It was a teenage boy, I could tell, possibly just a few years older than me. He had messy, golden blonde hair and the bluest eyes I ever saw, slightly hazed by glasses.

"Guys, I think she's still awake." The boy called suddenly, not taking his gaze off of me. Some of the voices quieted a little bit, but I could still discern the quiet mumblings of supposed-to-be-secret conversations. The boy waved his hand in front of my face, "Hey, can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?"

I couldn't focus, or even reply, because it just made my head hurt even more. I tried to move my right arm so I could shield my eyes from the blinding light that was being emitted from what I assumed was a lamp, but a sharp pain ran through it from my wrist to my shoulder, making me scream unexpectedly.

The boy's eyes got wide, and he jumped back, so I could only see the pale tan wall and that freaking lamp. "Can we move her off the table-aru?" A voice with an Asian accent spoke up.

A British voice replied, "No, I think she might've broken something. If we move her, we could make it worse."

I heard a quiet mumble, which was drowned out by yet another voice, which I recognized as the blond boy's, masked slightly with horror, "Her arm, guys. It's, like... bent. Backwards."

More loud voices spoke up, cluttering my thoughts and making my head hurt again. I tried to speak and tell them to all shut up, but my voice didn't seem to be working.

The back of my throat felt blocked, as if I had just drank a mouthful of water but didn't swallow it. Only... it tasted thicker than water. And more copper-y.

With a horrible realization, I realized why I couldn't talk. In fact, now that I realized it, I couldn't breath.

Slowly, I lifted my left hand to my neck, holding it loosely in the universal sign for choking. I didn't know if drowning in blood counted as choking, but I was seeing stars. Then, more voices.

"Guys, she's turning blue!"

"I berieve she has a ross of oxygen."

"Shit, shit, shit, what do we do?"

"This has got to be the most exciting meeting ever."

At that moment, my brain was so foggy, I would've thrown up. But since I hadn't had anything to eat this morning or for dinner last night, I had nothing to throw up.

So I coughed.

And I could breath.

But it was too late, and darkness was already filling my vision. Slowly, I felt the rest of my body going limp as I fell unconscious.

The next couple of minutes, or was it hours? Maybe days?, were complete chaos. I faded in and out of consciousness, and every time I opened my eyes again there was a different person.

First the blonde boy from earlier.

Then another blonde boy, but older and with green eyes, no glasses, and thick eyebrows.

Third was a man whose eyes were so purple I could've been jerked back to reality right then and there from shock.

Yet another blonde, with really short hair and blue eyes.

I couldn't tell how long I stayed out after I fainted again, but each time I woke up, which was only for seconds at a time, I felt the same falling sensation I did earlier. It took me what seemed like an age to realized I was being pushed through various hallways on what I assumed to be a gurney.

The sixth time I woke, the first boy I had seen was there again, and I didn't feel like I was moving anymore. I didn't pass back out, either, but instead tried to ask what happened.

It came out sounding more like a toddler trying to talk for the first time. Nevertheless, the boy's face lit up like a Christmas tree when I made a sound.

"She's awake! England, Germany, guys, she's awake!"

England? Germany? What?

"Thank goodness! You gave us all quite a scare in the conference room, falling from the ceiling and all that." I turned my head towards the British accent to see the green-eyed blonde again, and the short-haired blonde.

There were some other people there, too, like the man with the purple eyes, a guy with dark brown eyes and darker brown hair, and another blonde, also a guy, who had shoulder-length hair.

"Who... Who r'you people?" I asked groggily. "N' where'm I?" "I am England."

Arthur.

"This is America..."

Alfred.

"...Russia..."

Ivan.

"...Germany..."

Ludwig.

"...France..."

Francis.

...and Japan."

Kiku.

"And you, my dear, are in a hospital." "Wha' happen'd?" I realized I couldn't feel my right arm anymore. My voice was steadily coming back as I finally began to come to. "Well..." England, so he was called, continued,

"You broke your right elbow, punctured a lung, broke two ribs, and got a concussion. You've been out for nearly seven days. We managed to patch up everything, but you'll have to keep your cast for a few more months, since it didn't set properly." That explained something, I guess, but I still had more questions, "Why am I here?"

"Ve vere actually hoping you could explain zat." The short-haired blonde, who I recognized as Germany, surprised me by speaking up.

Arms crossed, he walked to the foot of my bed and stood authoritatively, almost glaring, as if waiting for me to say something.

There was nothing but silence. Finally, America went from the side of my bed to where Germany was and placed a hand on his arm, "Dude, I think you're scaring her."

Then everything clicked.

I sat up straight, bringing yet more stars to my vision, but stayed upright as I pointed a finger accusingly at the three blondes. "I know you guys!" They all stared at me as if I had grown a second head, and I didn't blame them.

"I... I mean, I've heard of you before. I recognize you. All of you." They just looked more and more baffled with every word I spoke. But I kept talking, "And, and, Italy should be here!" Germany's mouth opened slightly in surprise. "And Canada!" America's eyes widened. "And there's... there's China, and Belarus! Austria, Hungary, Prussia, Spain, a-and Romano!"

My mind was too overwhelmed to remember anything else, but that was all I needed. Every person in the room looked confused and shocked in one way or another. Germany reacted first, "How do you know zis?" He demanded, yelling, "Who sent you? Vere are you from?"

I was positive at this point the only thing stopping him from grabbing my shoulders and shaking me back and forth was America and England.

"She's from a different dimension." Russia answered blatantly, as if it were obvious. Slowly, everyone's eyes turned to Russia, even my own. The man could only smile innocently,

"Oops. I guess I should've told you guys."

The next hour and half was filled with Russia explain how he had accidentally opened a portal to a secondary dimension while experimenting with black magic that morning, and me explaining that where I was from, they weren't even real. That they were a TV show.

England slumped into a seat, propping his elbow on the arm and holding up his head with two fingers. I imagined he was taking in the shock of the fact somewhere, somewhere he was fake.

By this time a few other countries had walked in, and the ones who had actually stayed were China, Italy, and Canada, though no one but me seemed to notice him.

"By the way, dude, what's your name?" America asked suddenly. "Oh, uh, Spraypaint. My name is Spraypaint." "Huh." Was the reply, "They sure do have weird names in your world." I scoffed, slightly offended, "Not weird! Just... different."

I decided not to tell him his name was Alfred F. Jones in my world, too.

Or that they all had a huge fanbase.

Or the hundreds of girls that were die-hard FrUS, and UKUS shippers.

That third one could wait.

Alright, so that was chapter two. It was actually chapters two and three, but I combined them. Hope you enjoyed it, and chapter three should be up soon!