This is the first fanfic (eventhough I said on my Prussia fanfic is the first I'm going to actually write on this one cause I haven't really wrote anything for my first story...sorry)England is one out of my many favorites of Hetalia so I why not make a reader-chan fanfic about it :D so I hope u enjoy

2017 that was the year I signed a contract with 5 Seconds of Summer, and now I'm their personal slut. © 2015

Before hell happened Charlie had everything, that was until that one night came when she lost her mother. Charlie was 6 years old then but now she's 16 and has moved schools for hopefully the last time. Charlie now has to forget the past, move on and find her future. Will her haunted nightmares of that one night tear her apart? What happened to her mother that Charlie wants to forget so badly? With characters like Charlie, Jason,Angus, Jayleen, Kali and Evan, this story is one hell of a rollercoaster.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.