Welcome to Hetalia!

Your story begins

  You hug yourself tighter as a cold breeze past through the night. You sat on the curb waiting for someone to come pick your up. Your (favorite color) prom dress now torn and stained with punch all because some preps were jealous you were prettier than they were. To top that off your date dumped you for his ex girlfriend and your friends decided they were going to pretend you didn't exist

 "Now I know how Cinderella felt when she couldn't go to the ball." You mutter to yourself.

"I wish I could live in another world. I just want to be loved and accepted." You said baring your face in your hands.

"Your wish is my command." A strange voice said for behind you.