2p vs. (Hetalia x Reader)

3-Have we met before?

Hetalia x Reader

Chapter Three
Have we met before?

You awoke in the middle of a large hallway alone. You sat up and noticed your book bag, you reached for it and put it on your back as you stood up. The floor was red and the walls were white.

Once again this was all so familiar...

You walked in the middle of the hall until you began to pass two large white doors, you heard voiced coming from within.

Being the curious little shit you are, you slowly pushed the door open to take a look inside. There, you saw the end of a large table with many men sitting about it.

One had his blonde hair combed back and blue eyes. He had on a German cross necklace, the types the Germans wore mostly during World War Two, right? Before you knew it, you two had locked eye contact. Your eyes widened in fear as you shut the door and ran to the left, "Hey!" He shouted as he ran after you.

He didn't see you, so you ran into a small closet, he passed you and continued running. You turned towards the right and ran that way, until the doors opened and a few more men stepped out in confusion. "Who are you?" One asked with a cowlick on his head. You were still running but couldn't stop now, on purpose you tripped and rolled one time before you found out you were sitting before a familiar face.

"How did you get here?" The blonde asked. Your jaw dropped, but it was impossible, right?

The German man walked back towards you as he saw the others had cornered you. "Zhat's zhe girl zhat I saw vatching us!" He shouted angrily.

You glared at him then stood up, "Well don't get your panties in a twist, I don't even know how I got here." You growled. The man with the cowlick laughed at your remark, "My name is Alfred F. Jones and I'm the hero!" He laughed. You tilted your head as the others named themselves.

After a while, they turned towards you, "What's your name?" Alfred asked. You spoke, "_____." You looked at the other men, all, so... Very famiar, but how?

Then it struck you.

"I remember you!" You exclaimed in excitement. The men looked around at each other, "You... Do?" Ludwig asked in confusion. You nodded rapidly, "Well I know I can't be dreaming because I suspected I was, and when you're dreaming you never know. So this is either a prank and you are all the perfect actors or I'm deeply insane." The man named Arthur crossed his arms, "Oh this is very real, how did you get in here unseen?" He asked. You smirked, "I'm a ninja." You began to laugh as you thought to yourself, 'I don't care if this is a game or not, I'm just going to go along with it!' you smiled at the men, "America." You said as you looked at the man with the cowlick on his head.

His eyes immediately widened in shock, "What?" He asked. You turned towards Ludwig and spoke, "Germany." You did this to a few more men or countries as they stood back in confusion and shock, finally Arthur asked, "How do you know that?" You smiled as you walked past him, "I know quite a lot, not to mention you're so obvious."

Alfred laughed, "I don't know whether we should feel threatened by a little girl or if we should do something." You turned back towards Alfred with the straightest and most serious face you could ever make, "Oh you should fear me." His eyes widened as he stepped back. You kept walking but you were looking for the two men who brung you here, "Where's Italy and Romano?" You asked.

Germany and Spain straightened up, "Vhat do jou vant zhem for?" He snapped. You raised a brow as you looked down the hall, "They brung me here." You answered. They narrowed their eyes, "Vhat? How? I vas here in zhe meeting all day vith them and zhey didn't do anything."

You rolled your eyes, "Then how did I get here? It's cool and all, but I would like answers first."

"I respect that, but..." Germany looked around, "Actually... Vhere are zhey?" You looked around to as you took a breath in, "I recognise that smell..." You spoke softly.

"Ja, me too." Germany sighed as America raised a brow, "Are they making pasta... In the world conference place?!" You giggled, "Funny, I wanted to know what his food tasted like for some time. I just, couldn't remember that I did." You said, confusing yourself and a few others as well.

You all began walking down to the main floor, where Italy was serving plates of pasta for everyone and Romano was angrily cooking in the kitchen. Your smile widened, "Wow..."