The voice sounded German, but it was sharper than Ludwig's, a bit high pitched for a guy, I thought. It was too uncivilized to be Roderich's, so I was at a loss for who it was. I looked up from my hands and around the table, searching for the source, but I knew everyone there, and no one had a voice like that. I saw that everyone was glaring at me. Or, more specifically, at something over my head.

I then realized that there was someone missing from the table, someone who was present and overbearing in both the manga and anime versions of hetalia. I almost laughed (both from my own stupidity in not figuring it out earlier and because I knew things were going to get very interesting), but I knew I had to keep my cool if I wanted to escape any embarrassment. So I simply sat back in my chair and looked towards the ceiling. Of course, something was there. Or rather, someone. A someone who was smirking down at me.

"Gilbert, I presume? Or would you prefer 'Zeh Awesome Prussia'?" I asked with a smirk, perfectly imitating his voice. He looked so completely and utterly shocked that it made me giggle a bit, which eventually turned into full out laughter. Just when I was getting it under control, I would get a glimpse of his face, still frozen in shock, and start laughing again. Finally, I managed to stop. But only barely.

"Oh," I wheezed, "if you could see your face right now." I turned and looked up at him again, saying, "You look exactly like you did when you realized Elizabéta was a girl!"

The last remark made him, as well as Elizabéta, blush slightly, which he must not have appreciated, because his face suddenly turned violent. He stormed off to the corner, where there was an extra chair. I wondered why Arthur hadn't taken it, but let it go. Gilbert grabbed said chair and brought it over, wedging it between my chair and that of a man whom I assumed was Greece, given that he had woken up neither when the others were shouting nor when introductions were given.

When he got his chair situated, Gilbert turned to me, glaring only slightly while grinning his cruel grin. I expected him to say something degrading, or mean in some way at least, but he only winked (which startled me a bit) and turned to his brother, gesturing and saying, "Please, continue viz your meeting."

"Vell, bruder," Ludwig replied, "Vee vur just introducing ourvselves to Lillian here. Vould you like to?"

"Vell," Gilbert said whilst turning to me and looking me over, "Seeing uz how zeh lady—Lillian, vahs it?—hazz already stated my name, I feel no need to do so. Vhat is next?" He turned back to the rest of them.

"Look," I said, standing, which subsequently made everyone turn to look at me. "This has been good and fun and all, but—" I attempted to back up to the door, intending to leave, but Arthur grabbed my hand.

"Where are you going?" he asked, obviously confused.

"Well, I just thought that I should leave you to your meeting. Don't get me wrong, I love you guys, and it was amazing to meet you all in person, but I really think I should go home now." Everyone looked at me really confusedly, and I naturally blushed from all of the attention, which, of course, made my eyes tear up and my voice break as I continued. "W-Why are you staring at me? Did I do something wrong? I can stay until the end of the meeting, if you really enjoy my company that much, but then I really do need to go home."

The last part seemed to snap at least some of them out of it, and they exchanged looks. Finally, Alfred spoke up, but he didn't seem as excited as before. "Yeah, dude, you should totally stay for the meeting, but—"

"Then we will discuss what must happen," Arthur interrupted, looking at Alfred sharply. "For now, Lillian," he said, turning again towards me, with that gentlemanly smile of his, "please, sit back down."

I did as I was asked, and he resumed his position beside my chair, still holding my hand. I felt slightly less awkward now, though I could practically feel a hole being burned into the right side of my skull from the force of Gilbert's stare.

Finally, the others snapped out of it and got on with the meeting. They talked about a variety of things, and there were more than a few arguments on some of the topics. The meeting was similar to those I had seen in Hetalia, yet different in many ways. Some of the countries themselves were completely different than their personalities in my world, but others fit the bill quite nicely. Their accents were spot on. And by spot on, I of course mean that they were the worst accents I have ever heard in my life.

I should also say that, after I had realized who they were, a veil seemed to be lifted. This allowed me to see everything as I had not before. Where before I had seen everything as if it were truly in my own world, I could now see that they were all truly caricatures. I saw things as they had looked in the anime/manga.

I wondered why I had not seen them as cartoons before, but then realized that it was probably just my mind not accepting what was there. I had heard of this happening in several circumstances, and was sure it was the case here.

As I slowly came to see things as they were, the characteristics fell into place. Feliciano's and Lovino's respective hair curls became visible, as did Alfred's and Roderich's. Natalia's hair bow become much poofier, and Ivan developed a strange, almost malicious aura around him. Berwald's face had lines down it, making him look way meaner, and, had I not known the background, I would have thought he was either really angry or just really mean; as it was, I thought he looked rather adorable, and looked away from him quickly, shocked by the thoughts running through my mind. Arthur's eyebrows became larger, which almost made me laugh, but I didn't. For some weird reason, Francis' shirt became significantly more unbuttoned under what was now obviously his trademark cloak/cape thing.

I noticed a younger man sitting across from me, just looking straight ahead. As everything else became cartoonish, so did he. He became slightly see-through, and he was holding a small polar bear. I realized he must be Matthew, or Canada. He seemed perfectly content to sit in silence, smiling as he listened to his fellow nations argue. In return, no one noticed him at all, and no one asked for his opinion on anything. I managed to catch his eye, and he smiled at me, but when I smiled back, he blushed a little and looked away.

At some point, I realized that I was still holding Arthur's hand, and loosened my grip so that my hand would fall out. When it did, however, I was quite shocked to find that my arm looked suspiciously like a cartoon arm. Not that it looked bad, but I dare you to keep calm when you start turning into a cartoon.

I slowly came to realize that my entire body was a cartoon version of itself. Perfect skin, with no blemishes or even hair. My fingernails were longer than they had ever been before, and they looked perfectly manicured, not a single bitten one in the whole bunch. My stomach looked significantly smaller, though my chest's size stayed the same, which embarrassed me greatly. Fantastic, I thought, one more reason for people to stare. On the bright side, my legs looked longer and skinnier, which I took to mean that I was now taller. My hair looked way longer—almost to my waist, I thought—and just a bit shinier—not from the usual greasiness, just in a healthy way. I wondered if I looked prettier in the face like this, and decided I must; anime people are always pretty, and it's not like I could look any worse than I had before. I will have to look in a mirror before I leave, I thought excitedly.

Hey guys! (I heard that in Russia they end all their greetings with exclamation points—cool, huh?) Hope you're enjoying the story so far! I haven't gotten many reviews…Anyway, I should have the next chapter up within the week so keep reading! Please review?

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Anya