You woke up with who?! (Hetalia x Reader)

Prologue

Hello there, I'm glad you opened up this fanfiction. And yes, it is different to all my other ones if you have read my other stories. You should watch Hetalia if you haven't seen it, it's pretty flipping awesome. 

When people said they loved Fridays, you were definitely among that crowd. You snuggled in your bed in warm blankets with your laptop and had an Umaru onesie on. You had just finished school and completed some homework, which meant the start of your internet marathon. Whether it be reading/writing Hetalia fanfiction, watching anime or window shopping Hetalia(Body pillows) merchandise, it was heaven. Lightened up at the thought that your friends didn't plan anything on the weekends, you settled in and enjoyed life all alone.

Right now it was about 8PM and you had just finished dinner, which was really only cup noodles since you didn't have time to leave your room for that long. You parents were also out on a business trip, and they weren't going to return soon- to be honest, they left you to fend for yourself. You were devastated at the news at first, but you had grown used to it, it was quite more tranquil without them anyway. They left you to the care of your neighbours, who were pretty close to you and your family. Mrs Jaeger or Carla, like she told you to call her by would check up on you from time to time.

Your eyes widened at the intense fanfiction you were reading, and you nearly flipped your laptop from fangirling when America confessed to reader. You shut your eyes and began squealing loudly, not holding back because no one but you was in the house. You sighed contentedly and continued searching for other interesting literature. Something caught your eye, and it was an anime fanfiction where reader ended up in the anime dimension. You smirked to yourself at the concept, man did you wish you were in that fanfiction.

You continued immersing yourself into the fanfic, and read until your eyes were feeling as if they were bleeding.

You yawned loudly and squinted your eyes at the time on your laptop. "12:34 PM" it read. You closed your laptop and placed it on your desk before diving for the covers. "Ah... Sleep time." you murmured before drifting off into darkness.

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Your eyelids fluttered open to be greeted by a well-lit hallway that looked nothing like your bedroom. You felt a stone-hard floor press against your hips, encouraging you to sit up straight. Your head turned to look around you and to figure out where the hell you were. After a few moments of failing to gather your thoughts, you stood up and decided to wander around a bit, which is definitely not something you should do if you don't know your whereabouts, and in somewhere that could be potentially dangerous. Dismissing that point of common sense, you walked forward to hear a voice you thought you would never ever hear.

"Dude, I think the world conference can convene. Solving all of today's problems by talking excessively..." a voice ranted on, a bit too fast for anybody to understand. But you, of course, knew exactly what was being said.

You widened your eyes to saucers and your heart rate increased. "Am I high?" you questioned yourself out loud. You continued to observe your surroundings and following the awfully familiar voice. You thought up some theories for a while which seemed quite hilarious. "Nah, I'm probably dreaming because of all the fanfiction I read." you chuckled at the thought. "Yep, fair enough."

You walked steadily, following the voices which led to a huge door. Your hand rose to twist the handle at which you hesitated on. "Hmph. Well, yolo." you snorted, before giving the handle a rough twist. You pushed open the door, confronted by a brightly-lit room filled with A LOT of people sitting around a large elliptical table. Your eyebrows rose slightly, amused at the sight, but mostly you were fangirling on the inside.

"PASTAAAAAAAAAAAAA!~"

A certain country was unaware of your presence, and that was the pasta-loving Italy. All the other countries gathered around the table were staring at you in shock, while a few were clearly interested in you judging on the looks on their faces.

"Bloody hell, I didn't mean for that to happen!" A certain flabbergasted Brit sputtered.

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