I sat up, breathing hard as beads of sweat slid down my shaking body. The bed sheets were no longer on the bed, and my pillows were scattered among my sheets. My shirt was half off, and my pant legs were pulled up to my knees. So basically, I looked like a mess. I sniffled softly as tears came to my eyes.
"I-I remember that..." I mumbled as I wiped away my tears. I slowly swung my legs over my bed. I sat there for a few moments, before looking at my cell phone, before I pulled the covers and pillows back onto the bed.
"What ? Seven thirty ?" I whined slightly as I fell back onto the bed, snuggling under the covers. I began to slowly count sheep so that I didn't think about the dream. I ended up falling back asleep soon after.

~*~TIMESKIP~*~
Third Person POV

(Y/n) got up around nine, and changed into a pair of jean shorts that showed off her leg tattoo, a gray tank top that got into a darker blue as it went down, a grey and black pair of converse that had miss matching laces, the left one had grey and the right one had black, and a black ribbon to hold up her (h/c) hair. She also added various bracelets on the wrist that didn't have a tattoo. There were about five bracelets, accompanied with a ring. The first bracelet was a sparkly gold one, with a silver charm, the next bracelet was a sparkly gray one, that had a black charm, then there was a sparkly black bracelet, with a gold charm, one of the last bracelets was a black and white one, it had black string, with white beads that sparkled when the light hit them. The last bracelet was a thick black bracelet that snapped with buttons in the back and it also had silver chains on it.
Soon, (Y/n) walked into the kitchen, only to find a note, that seemed to have a small map on the bottom of it, on the refrigerator, held up by a 'W' magnet. With a small smile, (Y/n) pulled off the 'W' and set the note on the counter. She took the W and placed it between her nose, holding it with her fingers (Waddup Homestuck reference ?!). With a soft giggle, she placed the magnet back on the fridge, and then proceeded to read the note, that had a map on to bottom of it for some reason.

'Dear (Y/n),
I've gone out to buy some supplies, since it's going to be the fourth of July soon, and we should have a celebration.
Anyway, your only chores today are to clean the 1p and 2p sections of the building. It shouldn't take to long, so when you're finished you may do whatever you'd like to. But, you HAVE to have it cleaned by one o'clock, because people are going to be having a meeting in there, and it HAS to be clean.
Also, call me if you need anything, I should be back around two or three o'clock, but I'm not sure, because Mr. UN wanted me to pick up quite a few things for him also.
In case you're hungry, there's food in the fridge, and cabinets. If you see pasta, do NOT eat it. But, there is some pancake mix and a wide variety of fruit, so if you'd like, you could make yourself some pancakes.
Love you,
Aunt Laura.'

The map was labeled '1p and 2p' showing me where they were, and how to get there. I groaned and looked at the clock. It was nine-thirty, so I have about three and a half hours to clean 'The 1p and 2p Sections.' Whatever those are. The main point was that I wasn't going to have time to eat breakfast, considering how little time I had. With another groan and a small scowl, I stomped out of the kitchen and towards the cleaning supplies closet. I quickly grabbed everything that I thought I'd need, threw it on a cart and then headed towards the 1p Section.
It was basically spotless, except for a few crumbs here and there. It looked pretty much like the rest of the building. It had a purple carpet, dark brown wooden walls, and grandiose windows. The only thing that was different, was that there were occasionally small windows in the doors, and the doors were actually a lot bigger, especially one set of oak doors that read 'Conference Room.' But, I still washed the tables, chairs, door knobs, and anything else I thought should be washed, vacuumed the royal purple carpet free of dirt and crumbs, scrubbed the windows till they shown, polished the grand piano, and put flowers in all the vases.
When I arrived at the 2p Section, I thought I was either going to cry or throw, a fit like a toddler. The lights flickered eerily, the usual pristine, white walls were stained with light pink and red,the floor, which was tiled and looked like it used to be the same royal purple, like the carpet, was stained with varying shades of reds and pinks, along with dark brown dirt, the windows were caked with dirt,the chairs had tears in them, the tables were broken, and even the ceiling had that on it! I stared at the soap for a few seconds before sighing loudly.
"This isn't going to cut it.." I smiled slightly as I pulled out the white spray bottle of bleach. The one good thing about my mother, is that she had OCD[1], and always kept the house clean. I guess it benefited me, because when she was gone, I cleaned the whole house so the servants didn't have too, and I always kept it clean. So, I guess that, in a way, I'm kind of a clean freak.
"Lets get this going." I mumbled as I began to clean the windows. I sprayed window cleaner on the window, then took the rag and began to scrub it. The dirt slowly began to come off, revealing the outside world. With a smile I threw open the now clean window, and then moved onto the next one, which had more dirt then the one before. I sprayed the window cleaner on it, then proceeded to clean it.
Once I finished the windows, I began to clean the floor, which caused my hands to become a light pink. After cleaning the floor I began on the walls, which caused my hands to become a fuchsia colour. But, the floor was back to it's original royal purple tile, and the walls a pristine white. Next I dragged the broken tables outside, to the dumpster, and the chairs soon followed. I quickly grabbed a ladder and took down the old lights and replaced them with new ones, throwing the old ones in the dumpster also. Finally, I cleaned each and every room.
The final room that I did clean, looked strangely familiar, probably because it was also a'Conference Room' or whatever it's called. It was probably the hardest room of all, especially because I had to get new chairs, because the other ones were broken. But, I finished so that's all that matters, and it was finished by twelve thirty, which was a plus for me, since I could take some time to just relax. With a small, relieved sigh, I sat down in one of the many chairs in the room.
'Maybe just five minutes...' I thought as I rested my head on my arms. But, before I knew it, I was asleep.

~*~TIMESKIP~*~
~*~Third Peron POV~*~

The second player countries slowly filed into their meeting room, stunned silent from their trek down the now very clean hallway. They stared at the young girl that was currently sleeping in one their chairs. Her (h/c) hair was in a loose bun, her clothes had a light pink tint to them, her face was smudged with dirt, and her hands were a dark fuchsia. Oliver, or second player of England, squealed and clapped his hands, causing the countries around him to wince a tiny bit.
"What the fuck old man ?!" Second player of America, or Allen Jones but he prefers to be called Al, asked as he glared at the pinkette. Said pinkette smiled widely and shoved a jar labeled 'Swear Jar' into his face.
"Swear Jar Ally~!" He sung happily,and quite darkly, even though his face said other wise. Al grumbled as he dropped a quarter into the jar, and Oliver smiled happily as he put it away. Luciano was already beside the young girl, who was just beginning to wake up from all the noise.
"Ciao bella[2]~" Luciano, or Italy's second player, sung as the young girl mumbled something in reply as she tiredly rubbed her eyes.
"Oooh~ Fratello[3], is this the girl you've been talking about recently ?" Asked a blonde man, with pink sunglasses, a pink scarf, and a white suit, who also had a curl like Luciano's. He's also known as Romano, South Italy, Flavio, or second player of Southern Italy. Luciano's eye twitched as he glared at his brother.
"Cagna[4]." Was Luciano's reply as he glared at his brother with murderous intent. Flavio just ignored this, and went straight to the confused and half asleep girl's side.
"Ciao [5] bella[6]~! I'm 2p South Italy or Flavio Vargas!" He kissed (Y/n)'s hand, causing her to blush lightly.
"Hello...I'm (Y/n) (L/n). Nice to meet you!" She smiled at him through her blush, which earned her a smile in return.
"Oh poppet!" Oliver suddenly tackle hugged the girl, gushing about how adorable she is. (Y/n) blinked, before smiling softly and hugging Oliver back.
"It's nice to see you too Ollie." Oliver smiled widely as he helped her up from the ground. He then dragged her over to five other men.
"Poppet, this is the Allies~! This here is second player of America, or Allen-" A tan brunette, that had some strange cowlick thing going on, with sexy wait=hot-wait uh...? different red eyes with aviators resting on his head cut Oliver off. What really caught (Y/n)'s attention was the bat with nails that was perched onto his shoulder.
"It's Al. Nice to meet you doll face." He sent the young girl a smirk and in return she smiled back at him.
"I'm (Y/n). It's nice to meet you also. I like your bat." This caught the American by surprise, but he quickly recovered and smirked at (Y/n).
"I think I might you like doll face." (Y/n)'s smile turned into a smirk as she stared up at him.
"You don't seem to bad yourself." She turned away, but not before winking at him, when Oliver tapped her shoulder.
"Anyway~ This is second player of Canada or Matthieu-" Once again Oliver was cut off by a tall blonde man, who also had some kinda curl thing going on with his hair, and aviators that blocked her from seeing his eyes. He had a bloody hockey stick resting on his shoulder.
"It's Matt." His gruff, but sexy (Sexy ? What? No one said sexy. Psht-pfft. Moving on~) low voice, was fitting of his appearance. (Y/n) smiled up at him, only being 5'2 while he was probably about 5'9.

"I'm (Y/n). It's nice to meet you Matt." Oliver suddenly tugged her away, causing her to give out an adorable squeak, that caused her to blush lightly in embarrassment, and earned her a giggle and hug from Oliver.
"You're the cutest little thing! You're just so adorable!" He nuzzled her, before someone cleared their throat.
"Right! (Y/n), this is second player of Russia or Viktor Braginski." Oliver motioned to a pale man with dark brown hair, strikingly bright red eyes, who was probably about 5'11. He was also holding, a shovel. Anyway, he towered over her shorter form. This didn't scare the (h/c) girl, instead this made her want to make him give her a piggy back ride.
"Holy fucking shit...You're really tall." This caught Viktor by surprise, while Oliver looked as if he was about to have a heart attack.
"P-poppet! Don't use such vulgar language!" He shrieked, flailing his arms in the air.
"Why ?" She looked at him blankly.
"Because it's unattractive and unladylike." Oliver stated, setting his hands on his hips. (Y/n) burst out laughing, causing everyone to look at her and some to even blush because her laugh was simply adorable.
"I'm already unattractive and unladylike, so I don't see why it matters. But, good try." (Y/n) gave Oliver a pat on the arm and a smile before beginning to walk out. She spun around before she reached the door, facing everyone in the room. The light hit her in just the right way, so that she looked angelic.
"Sorry, but I need to eat...And take a shower. But, I'd love to hang out with you guys some more, and hopefully meet you all. So, when you finish your meeting, I'll most likely be in the kitchen or in my room. But, here's my number just in case." (Y/n) scribbled her number on a piece of paper and handed it to a brunette before waving and walking out of the room, shutting the door behind her. For some reason, she really liked those people, even though they seemed to be kinda shady, with the weapons and all.
"Eh. I'll worry about that later." With a giggle (Y/n) practically skipped down the hall and into her bathroom.

"Life is like a roller coaster, live it, be happy, enjoy life."
-Avril Lavigne

Translations:
1. OCD- Obsessive compulsive disorder
2 and 6. Bella-Beautiful (Italian)
3. Fratello-Brother (Italian)
4. Cagna-Bitch (Italian)
5. Ciao-Hello