A Whole New World (a Hetalia Fan Fiction) (DISCONTINUED)

The Meeting (Part 2)

(Avery's Point of View)

The meeting itself was kinda boring. Although Germany was in control of making sure the meeting ran smoothly, all he did was argue with the other countries over which of them was the best. I rolled my eyes and thought, What idiots.

At the end of the meeting, however, things got interesting when other countries like Mr. Austria, Ms. Ukraine, and Ms. Belarus introduced themselves. "This is why I hardly go to meetings," Belarus explained. "All they ever do is fight. Now, where's big brother?" Russia had warned me earlier that one of his sisters was insane, but he never told me which one. Belarus was so sweet to me, I wondered. There's no way it could be her. Could it be Ms. Ukraine?

"I hope my little brother's okay," Ukraine said. "He's been afraid of me and Belarus lately." This is one fucked up family tree, I thought. Russia's the only one of the three that's actually out of their mind.

A young boy in a sailor outfit appeared as I was walking out of the room. He was sitting down, and crying. "What's wrong?" I asked. He looked up and replied, "No one thinks I'm a country. Everyone says that I'm too little." "Shame on them!" I exclaimed. "Don't worry, I think you're a country... um... what's your name?" "Sealand," he responded. "And you really think I'm a country?" I nodded. "My name's Avery, by the way," I said. "Thank you, Ms. Avery!" Sealand jumped up and hugged me. "No need to be so formal," I told him, messing up his hair. "Sorry," he replied. "I was raised to be a gentleman." "England, I assume?" I asked. He nodded.

(America's Point of View)

The meeting wasn't great. We spent most of it arguing over who would get to have Avery stay at their place, at least until we find a way to get her back home. "She needs a hero!" I exclaimed. "You fool," England replied. "She needs to stay with a true gentleman." "You'll kill her with your cooking, Iggy!" I pouted. "Well, I'm not letting her get a heart attack because of you food, either!" he huffed. "And stop calling me that!" "Ohhonhonhonhonhon. Zat is where you are bos wrong," France chuckled. "Ze petit fleur shall stay with me!" "Are you an idiot?" we shouted. "No, wait," England paused. "Let me rephrase that. You're an idiot! We all know you're just going to take advantage of her, you bloody frog." "Nonsense!" France pouted.

"You are all stupid," Russia laughed. "She'll stay with me and my sisters!" "You'll all scare the shit out of the poor thing," England replied. "Zhe vill stay vis ze awesome me!" Prussia boasted. "How about no, dude?" I answered. "Ze chica will stay with me," Spain said. "No, zhe vill stay vis me," Germany insisted. "No, you all are morons!" Austria shouted. "All of you shut up!" Hungary screamed, threatening us with a frying pan. "Let her decide who she wants to stay with, and stop acting like little children."