You were an average person, living a more than average life. You were a single child in your household, but your parents were constantly on business trips. You wrote fanfiction in your free time, and you slept whenever you had the chance. Your whole life changed though, at the beginning of summer break. The beginning of a month and a half of freedom from that hell hole you called school.

The day after school let out for the summer, you walked home and slid your backpack off your shoulders, earning a loud "Thump" from it hitting the ground. You shambled your way over to your room, and passed out on your bed from exhaustion. You tossed and turned in your sleep, but finally stopped after a while. Then you woke up in a cold sweat. You sat up straight in bed, and looked around at everything. From the outlines of objects, you supposed that you were still in your room and that you were imagining the voices coming down the hall. You shrugged them off as you being half-asleep still, and fell back into a deep sleep.

The next morning you woke up and stretched upwards, almost cat-like. You jumped about a foot into the air when you heard someone say, "Eyyy! The dudette is finally awake!" You looked around, and your gaze settled on a blonde male standing in the doorway. You inspected him, and you thought that he looked like one of the characters from one of your favorite animes, Hetalia. You rolled your eyes at yourself for even thinking that it would be possible for him to actually exist when fear suddenly kicked in.

"Who the hell are you? And how did you get into my house?!" You shouted at him. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and chuckled a little.

"Well... uhmm.. you see... this isn't your house that you're in..." He replied. You widened your eyes, and laughed nervously. He was obviously playing a trick on you. All of the stuff that you had in your room was in this room!

"If this isn't my house, then how does this look the exact same as my room in my house?!" You said, narrowing your eyes at him a little.

"Iggy did a spell and it backfired..."

You shook your head violently. You were obviously still dreaming... yeah... this would be something that you would dream about, after all. "Iggy... as in... England?" You asked him. The male looked somewhat shocked.

"You know who he is?" He asked and you nodded, chuckling a little at his surprise. Man this was turning out to be one odd dream.

"Hey, dudette, do ya wanna meet everyone else downstairs?" He asked you, smiling a mysterious smile. You nodded, and threw the covers up and off of you. Standing up from the bed, you walked over to him and he walked out of the doorframe and down a hall that you had never seen before in your life. You also went down a flight of stairs. As the blonde rounded the corner, you were met with a room of extremely attractive men. All of which looking exactly like the characters from Hetalia.

"Hello, love. My name is Arthur. It... was my fault that you are here... And I apologise if that damn American gave you any trouble upstairs." A blonde male with a british accent greeted you. You were internally fangirling, and you smiled at him.

"Nah its alright... he wasn't any trouble at all." You replied. Suddenly, it all clicked and you fainted to the ground from the sudden shock of it. You woke up, and saw many faces peering down at you from your spot on the floor. You blushed a little from the attention, and stood up. Arthur offered you a hand, which you gladly acccepted. When you dusted yourself off, you looked around at the sea of nations.

"Well, I suppose that I should introduce myself then." You said to not any one person in particular. "My name is (Y/N)"

"Awesome name! But not as awesome as mine!" A albino male said in your direction. You smiled a little.

"Yeah, Gilbert. Nobody has an awesomer name than you do," You replied, causing him to widen his eyes at you.

You heard him mutter to the brunette next to him, "Is she a mind reader?" The person that Prussia had directed his question to shrugged and you chuckled a bit.

You decided to play up that role as a mind reader and said, "Yeah, I also know that you have a pet bird... a... yellow one? Named Gilbird?" You said.

He looked at you semi-shocked, "Vhat else can jou do?"

You shrugged. You weren't sure what else to say so you decided to change the topic. "So how long was I asleep for?" You asked, mainly to the british man that introduced himself to you earlier.

A Canadian stepped forwards. "You were sleeping for a few hours," He said quietly.

Alfred looked at him. "How long have you been here?!"

He sighed. "I've been here the whole time..." He replied. You knew how he felt, and you rolled your eyes at the American. He should at least take notice when his own brother was around.

A frenchman stepped up to you and took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles. "It iz an honour to meet you, madmousel~" He said. You chuckled softly.

"It's nice to meet you too" You replied to him.

He grinned at you. "I like zis one."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but smile at his personality.

"You must be hungry, love... would you like me to make you some breakfast?" The british man asked you. Your stomach grumbled loudly in response and you laughed.

"Yes please." You said. Arthur grinned and rushed off to the kitchen, with about half the crowd going with him to place bets on whether or not he's going to burn down the kitchen. You looked at the remaining people. There was alfred, and 5 other people that you hadn't met yet.

"I don't believe that I've met you guys before." You said to them.