This is a Hetalia fan fiction. I do not own anything Hetalia except for the made up characters I created for this story. If some of you don't know or watch Hetalia; it's just straight up awesome! You should watch it, and I can honestly tell you that it's not offensive in my book. It pokes fun of every country and their stereo-typical personalities. So, if you do watch it and hate the fact that in some parts are offensive to one country, just keep watching and then you'll see that it makes fun of everyone so there's no favorites in the anime. For example, America in the anime loves eating burgers, being a hero, and has an Alien friend named Tony which is a comedic way for saying that America's fat, spreads democracy everywhere he goes, and just has a friend who's an Alien, then there's China who has a Dragon for his boss, and everywhere he goes a Chinatown appears, and it's just funny in my opinion. Check out the anime it's really amazing, and I hope you guys like this story. And by the way, America's not fat in the anime he's perfectly built and works out like a freaking champion. So enjoy! Sorry for the long intro.

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Charity's a hardworking girl from New Jersey. She graduated from her schools with top marks, and continues to do so until she gets the perfect life she's wished for. She majors in every field from marketing to law to physics to performing arts to writing to criminal justice. But, unfortunately with the economy today she is finding it difficult to get a well paying job. Now, she's just working at a diner by the Hudson Bay.

Today, was just an ordinary day for Charity. She was getting ready to start her shift in the diner when her boss pops out from the kitchen. He looked about 5'10 and huge with fat and muscle. With dark skin, and no hair he looked like those chefs in run down cafes you'd see in movies. But, he's wearing a clean white shirt, and khakis shorts.

"Hey Charity, can you do me a favor?" He asks in his New York accent.

"Sure, Dave," She says her perfect American accent, "What's up?"

"I have to attend a Wedding in Florida tomorrow, and I need you to cover for me in this World Summit place." He explains writing something down.

"Tomorrow?! But, tomorrow's my day off Dave. I have an interview with this CEO in a huge company and they were thinking about giving me a job there." She says with her eyebrows furrowed.

"Charity, going to that World Summit place will be better than that company; I can assure you. Plus, it'll be fun," He says with a grin and handing her the piece of paper,"Here's the address to the Summit building. Be there at 9 am sharp. I'm counting on you."

With that he goes back inside the kitchen.

Charity groaned and looked down at the address.

'Why me?' She whined in her head.

The rest of the day went by, and Charity came to a stop in front of her apartment.

She sighed, and entered.

As she turned on her lights to the apartment she looked at her window that gazed onto the luminous New York City times square streets.

Charity walked slowly to the window and opened it wide open.

The wind that blew brought a few unwelcoming scents into her apartment. Cigarette smokes, sewer fumes, and steam that was coming from the nearest hot dog stand. She's lived here for a long time so it didn't bother her. What bothered her was the emptiness she's had since she left college.

She wanted the life that she's been dreaming of since she was 5 years old.

Little Charity was a shy girl with big imagination. She's dreamed of being the best in her classes and having a life so successful it would be fit for a princess. Her mother always told her that hard work would bring her in the right direction and would soon pay off in the long run. But, where is her successful life now? She's been working her butt off for the past 19 years. Her life went by so fast that once she finished her 8th grade year she was sent off to college. She didn't get a chance to live a high school life. She wasn't normal.

Charity soon stopped looking out of her window, and closed it shut.

She made herself a nice dinner with microwaved pizza she bought a few days ago, and a vitamin water.

She sat on her couch, and started watching a rerun of the 'Big Bang Theory'.

The next day started out with Charity shutting off her alarmclock. And when I mean by shutting off I meant throwing it out the window.

As she stood up from her Futon she looked around her tiny apartment.

Charity's home consists of a kitchen nuzzled in a corner near the exit, her couch/bed was in the center of the room facing a square inch TV, on top of a coffee table with a nice fuzzy carpet on the floor between them. Her bathroom across the kitchen is a lovely cramped room with a rusty tub on the far side, next to it is the toilet, and next to that is the sink with a broken mirror.

She closed the door, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her waist long dark brown hair was in a messed up tangle, her abnormal pale blue eyes were bloodshot, and her natural peach skin felt stressed.

She stretched her 5'3 body, and walked over to turn on the shower.

She turned the faucet but the water didn't come out.

Groaning, she hit the wall three times for the hot water to flow out.

After using the bathroom, she threw on a pair of skinny jeans, and a Superman T-shirt that hugged her frame well.

Pouring herself a bowl of Honeynut Cheerios, and milk, she ate in silence watching TV.

'Yep, another usual morning.' She thought to herself.

After putting on her black ballet flats, she was off to the World Summit building.

Taking the trip through the subway she was oblivious to what was going to happen once she arrives there.

Charity's P.O.V.

I looked down at the address and up to the building again for a few minutes.

Why would something this High class would want with a guy like Dave to work here? He's just a cook for a diner.

I shrugged to myself, and walked inside.

I walked towards the front desk, "Excuse me, I'm here on behave of Dave Isaac."

"Ah, yes. Dave told me you were coming Miss Washington," The lady said pointing towards the Elevator, "Top floor, and second door to the left. Someone will be there to guide you from there."

I nodded and thanked her as I entered the elevator.

I pressed the button to the top floor, and it moved higher, and higher.

As the bell rung it stopped and the doors opened.

I took a step outside and walked through the empty floor.

That is until I saw a little boy in a sailor's outfit. Blond hair, dark blue eyes, and thick eyebrows. I can honestly say he looked adorable for a little boy.

"Hello there!" The boy said to me in a British Accent.

"Uhm, hello," I said awkwardly, and kneeling down to his height, "Are you lost?"

He shook his head, "Nope. I'm suppose to be here. I'm Sealand!"

"Sealand?" I asked, "The British Sea Port by the coast of Suffolk?"

He nodded, "Correct you smart lady! I'm here to show off those countries that I am a country of my own."

"Other Countries? There's other people here that are named after Countries?" I questioned.

He nodded, and took my hand, "Come with me!"

"Wait! I have to-" I started to say until he started dragging me towards the Double doors.

Man, for a kid he's kinda strong.

Once, we reached the doors, he opened them to reveal a conference room filled with people.

All of them were staring at us, and I felt my face turn red.

"Sealand, what are you doing here?" A guy asked Sealand.

The man looked like Sealand, but only older and he was wearing a suit.

"Britain, I'm here to prove to you that I am a country myself!" Sealand says letting go of my hand.

The man who apparently is Britain shook his head at Sealand, and they both started to argue.

"You two seriously need to shut up," A French man said and walked beside me, "We have a lovely lady here. You have to act like a gentleman."

The French man took my left hand and kissed my knuckles, "Ma chérie. What is your name?"

He has long curly blond hair, with bright blue eyes, and he hasn't shave because he has a little goatee. He also has this weird perverted smile on his face, and he was wearing a blue cape or something like that.

I coughed awkwardly, and took my hand away from his, "I'm not comfortable with telling you that."

"Dude France, you're making the girl feel awkward," another guy said pulling me away from France,"Dudette are you ok?"

I looked at the guy with his American accent. He had dirty blond hair, and ocean blue eyes that were behind rectangular glasses. He had a bright smile on his face unlike the weird French guy. I also noticed that we was wearing this brown leather jacket with a start on one side of it.

I nodded, "Yea. I'm fine, thanks."

He kept his smile on his face,"Great! I'm America. What's your name?"

"I'm Charity." I responded.

"Hey! Why couldn't you tell me?!" The French man asked me in a whining tone.

"Because you French baguette are creepy." The Britain said.

Huh, I didn't notice that he and Sealand stopped arguing.

"Who you calling creepy you disgusting British Scone!" The French man retorted back at the Britain.

Then they somehow ended up in a puff of clouds and fighting.

"Don't mind them," America said, "France and Britain do that all the time. Let me introduce you to everyone!"

"I don't know. I'm suppose to be covering for my boss today in the kitchen." I said backing up away slowly.

"Oh, nonsense!" America said putting his arm around my shoulder,"Since you're new to everyone here you should meet them all!"

"But-" I started to say until America started dragging me around meeting other people who were also countries.

So far, I've met so many of them I think I might mix them for the other.

A few I suppose I would never forget like Ukraine. She's a little weird and shy but she seems nice. And besides that, this lady has huge double D's while I'm like a little B. Gosh, Ukraine can beat someone with those. But, I suppose for France it wouldn't be torture.

Then there's the Axis group known as Germany, Italy, and Japan. Germany's really scary with his slicked back blond hair and blue eyes along with his serious straight face. Now that I won't forget. Then there's Japan with his black bowl like hairstyle, and his dull brown eyes, he seems like a type of guy who would be great to relax with. And there's Italy, with his pretty brown hair which has a long curl sticking out, and his joyful facial expression. And apparently, he loves pasta.

Russia is seems a little bit mysterious and odd in my view but, I wouldn't be scared of him. But, Belarus I would be because she gave me this death glare when I said 'Hi' to her brother. It almost made me pee my pants.

Then there's a few other's I won't get into detail; Romano whose Italy's big brother, Spain, Denmark, China, South Korea, Latvia, Norway, Sweden, Poland, Switzerland, Lithuania, Estonia, Austria, Hungary, and a few others.

"Hey! You forgot to introduce the AWESOME ME, America!" A guy with white hair, and red eyes said boldly, and loudly.

"You're not even a country anymore Prussia!" America said to the white haired man.

The guy let out a weird laugh, "Then why am I still here?!"

The guy then strutted his way towards me, "You girl! Do you know who I am?"

"Well, since America said it; you're Prussia." I simply said.

"Nope. I am THE AWESOME PRUSSIA!!" He said dramatically posing.

I furrowed my brows at him, "Great. Nice to meet you."

America then cut himself between me and Prussia, "Alright I guess that's everyone here."

"America, you forgot me." A whisper said in the corner.

I turned my heels to see another country just by himself.

He has his dirty blond hair styled like France but there was a long strand of hair in a curl like Italy, and Romanos', and his face was like America but with soft purple eyes behind rectangular glasses. he was wearing a winter jacket, and hugging a bear.

"Oh, hello there," I said sticking my hand out for him to shake,"I'm Charity. What's your name?"

He looked surprised and slowly took my hand in his and shook it,"I'm Canada."

I smiled at him, "Nice to meet you Canada."

"Canada?" America questioned and spotted him, "Dude, when did you get here?"

"I was the first one here." He said softly.

"Seriously?" America asked confused, "Wow. I didn't even see you."

"No one ever does."He whispered to himself.

America didn't hear him, but I did.

I frowned at him.

"Why are you sitting in the corner here?" I asked.

"Oh, well the last time I sat with them Russia was sitting on me, and he didn't even notice that I was there." He said looking at the ground with his face red.

I tilted my head to the side, and took his hand again, "Come on. You can sit there with me right next to you."

"What?!" He asked barely raising his voice.

"Yea, so sit right here Canada." I said opening a chair for him to sit on.

He then shyly sat and started to hold his bear tighter.

"Who is that?" I gestured to his bear.

"This is Kumajiro." He answered.

The bear looked up at his owner,"Who are you?"

My eyes widened. His own bear doesn't know his owner?

"I'm Canada." He said softly.

"Who?" His bear responded.

Then, America interrupted everyone and their world meeting started.

After a couple of hours, the meeting ended with nothing accomplished.

I kept Canada safe from other Countries sitting on him, and got along with the other Countries.

In all my years I've never felt so connected with a group of people like them before.

Well I guess since they're not normal people, I'm not normal either so I get along with them more easily.

"Hey Charity!" America called, "Me, and some of the countries are going out to lunch. Wanna come?"

"Are you sure you want me to come?" I asked surprised.

No one has ever invited me to hang out before.

"Of course!" Italy says and take my hand, "Let's go! You and I can get pasta together!"

"Ok then," I said turning my head back to Canada, "Are you coming with us Canada?"

"Oh, no I have to get back home," Canada waved at me, "We'll see each other again right?"

"Definitely," I said waving back at him, "See ya Canada."

Before we exited the Conference room I can hear Kumajiro say, "Who are you?"

I sighed at him. How can he not remember his owner?

"Yo dudes! We should go to this awesome Alien themed restaurant in Times Square! Tony said a few of his Alien friends work there." America said joyfully and started jumping up and down in the Elevator.

"Tony?" I questioned.

"It's America's Alien friend he found a few years back," Britain said in a dull expression, "It's pretty ridiculous."

"Uh huh, says the English man whose friends with a 'Flying Mint Bunny'." France said letting out a french laugh.

Then Britain threw his hands around France's neck and started choking him, "You French wanker!"

Me, and America sighed with a tired expression.

Germany, Italy, Japan, China, Russia, and Prussia were joining us inside the Elevator.

I'm actually surprised that this Elevator can hold all of us.

Once we reached the main lobby, we started walking to the little parking garage next door.

"Charity is driving with me!" America says as he took my hand and started dragging me to his car.

"What?! But, I want to drive with Charity!' Italy says pointing to his red convertible sportscar.

He had on the cutest puppy dog face.

I sighed, "America, let me drive with Italy. I mean it'll only take a couple of minutes right?"

Everyone looked at me as if I was crazy.

But, Italy seemed happy so he opened the passenger door for me, and hoped into the drivers.

America was driving with Britain and Japan. While Germany with France, Prussia, China, and Russia.

As soon as I clicked my seatbelt; I made a terrible mistake.

Italy is the craziest driver I've ever drove with! He went like in crazy miles per second and I was clutching onto the seat for dear life.

Was this speed limit possible in New York?!

After what felt like hours he finally came to a halt.

I think I looked like a crazy person with my hair looking like a bird's nest, and my eyes bulging out of its sockets.

I was breathing heavily, while Italy still had his smile plastered on his face.

"That was fun. Wasn't Charity?" He laughed and got out of the car.

I think I dug my fingernails into the leather seat.

A hand rested on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Japan.

"It'll be alright, Charity-chan." He says as he opened the door for me.

I slowly nodded, and got out of the death trap.

This is going to be a long lunch hour.

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I hope you guys liked the first chapter! Don't forget to comment down below, and show this to your friends if they are into Hetalia or just likes to read! Thanks for reading!

~Arielle =^_^=