A/N: this is my first Hetalia story... Just so all of you know...

*Canada's POV*
Ah, yes... Another world meeting where I'll be un noticed. Yippy...
The World Meeting went well, until America mentioned the cities/states. Our younger siblings. What? Did you except that it was only countries? No no. It is in fact cities out there... But we couldn't watch them... So, all of the countries took the cities into the real world, made them human babies... And now, their are on their fifth to seventh human life. But we need them, soon at least.
"Okay, let's think. Who of the cities do you need the most?" Said England. "All of them!" Shouted everyone, included the invisible me. I'm sick of this. I stood up. "Okay! Let's make a deal! When a city turns 18(A/N: he means human years. Not city years -_-), we get to call in our city hearts. And if you need someone from the different directions you tell." Everyone looked at me shocked. "I agree, Canada." Said Norway. He remembered my name! "Let's do it. Which city turns 18 next?" "All of mine is over that age. The youngest is 20" said Germany. "Same" said England. Many others agreed. Romano looked at me and said. "The city Rome, turns 18 in 2 years." "Is it anyone that has a city that will turn 18 before 2 years?" Everyone said no. "Okay! 2 years."

*2 years later* *in 'Rome's' room*
*Rome's POV*
One week. One fucking week until I'm 18. I'm sooooo exci-- *"HENRIETTE, DET ER MIDDAG!" **"KOMMER!" I walked into the living room. ***"Hola!" I said, waving my arms like a weirdo. "Hola!" My dad said. ****"Hva er det til middag?" I asked *****"Pasta med pølse og tomat saus" "YAAAAY" I sat down, and began to eat.
~~~~ END OF CHAPTER ONE~~~~
TRANSLATIONS:
*Henriette, it's dinner time! (Norwegian)
**I'm coming! (^same)
***Hello (Spanish, duh)
****What is it for dinner? (Again, Norwegian)
*****Pasta with sausage and tomato sauce.(^the same)