Hetalia x Reader

Chapter One ~ Where Am I?

America x Reader Chapter One

The answer was: On a plane!

You were watching a downloaded series of Hetalia on your tablet/laptop/phone, when suddenly the plane started shaking and then everyone was trying to evacuate - you were crashing! You only had a few moments to panic, before all went dark...

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"Shh, I think she's waking up!" Someone said over a lot of hushed voices. You slowly opened your eyes and were looking at a young man who looked horrifyingly similar to that of the Hetalia character, Alfred F Jones. No, this had to be a hallucination or something: The Hetalians didn't actually exist as people, that's just in a fandom! Or is it? It all seemed too real.

"Where am I?" You muttered, just loud enough for the young male to hear.

"Somewhere awesome!" They answered. "We don't know the name though. It's like, a city. But you're in the conference room!"

You rubbed your head with your fingers, noticing that there was some blood on it. The young man looked at you and said, "By the way, how exactly did you fall out of the sky?"

"Uhhh, I remember a plane crash and I think I was shoved out the window," you replied. "Who are you?"

"I'm America, dude!" The person answered and backed up a bit, so you could stand up. "You can call me Alfred, though."

'This cannot be real,' you thought, shocked, but you said, "I'm ________."

"Well, ________," someone else added, this one had a British accent, "how exactly do you plan on getting back to your home?"

"I don't know," you said, and the shock hit you, "how am I going to get back home? This place, it isn't even on the map!"

"Calm down, I'll think of something," Alfred said, "after all, I am the hero!" You heard a few people complain, and you knew that this was something Alfred often said. 'Go with it,' you thought. "In the meantime, you can stay here with me!"

"Now, hold on just a second," the British man protested, "how do you know that you aren't too hyper for _______ to stay with you?"

"Fine then, Arthur, I doubt _______ will want to stay with you, she'll have to survive that hell you call cooking!" Alfred ranted.

"Mòn chérie is always welcome with me," you heard someone with a French accent say.

"No way, you bloody git," Arthur snapped at the Frenchman's offer, "how do we know that you aren't going to try something with ________?"

"S-stop fighting." You heard someone say, their voice barely above a whisper. No one could hear the guy, so you decided to help him out.

"I think that guy wants to say something!" You shouted. Everyone stopped fighting so the quiet dude could speak.

"W-why don't we just let _-_______ choose w-who she wants to s-stay with?" The quiet young male said calmly, and Arthur, Alfred, and everyone else nodded their heads. "Whoever said that is a good thinker," Arthur said.

"Alright then," you said, as calm as the quiet guy, "I guess I'll stay with America."

"Alright dude," America said, "You totally chose the right answer! I swear, you won't regret it!"

"We'll see about that," England said.

"Don't worry, _________, if he gets annoying, you can stay with me," the French man told you, and him and Arthur started fighting again.

"By the way, my house is more peaceful, if you ever need a break." The quiet male said, "but other than that, Alfred is pretty nice."

"Okay, then, let's go," Alfred said. "Then as soon as your head's okay, we can go and party!!!" You two got in a car and, Alfred followed a GPS to his house. You trusted him - you watched Hetalia all too much and knew that Alfred was a pretty okay dude.

This was going to be awesome.