Countries have gathered in America's capital, Washington D.C., for a world meeting where they are attempting to actually help the world and not try to murder each other over centuries-old grudges. So you know an average world meeting? However, who are these girls who ran in and why are they calling America, 'papa'?

Loafayette wants to send you a message ! just to let you know this story isn't mine ! it's amazing story from ao3 and i can link anyone the story if needed !! all credit goes to the amazing funny writers ♥️

Can't think of a good description. Buckle up children we're going on a feels trip. I don't own Hetalia so all the credit goes to Hima or however you spell that awesome guy's name (This fanfiction is rated MR for mature readers, I guess)

[UPDATE:] After Chapter 20 will be released, all of the chapters will be edited, improved, expanded and merged. NOTE: This story is rated M for mature audiences due to: • Foul languages • Unsuitable themes • Violence Young readers are not allowed to read this due to the rating given by the author himself. Viewer discretion is advised. [Summary:] In this world, you need to be tough; you need to learn how things work around you. You should know how to be soft and how to be hard on people. You should know the ones that brought you up and the ones that dragged you down to the end of no return. In this world, you are against the world. My life was full of suffering and pain that I started to fall under depression and even insanity. I was tossed around so much until my body hurts from it. I had to deal with the everyday people in the school who wanted to see me cry to the point of suicide. I thought it would stop there but I was wrong. Everything got worse until I was left with nothing. I was trembling in fear at first but then, my hands made a fist in anger, disgust and vengeance. I rose back from dirt and vowed to myself that I would get what I wanted and have power over all the people that made my life a living hell. I would get that sweet revenge once and for all after all the things they had done. They would know what hell would be. I was the girl whose innocence was lost forever but now, I am the girl who is unapologetic, fearless and powerful. I wanted power. I wanted vengeance. When the show would be over, they would have the LAST BOW. I fear for the RED LIPSTICK and I live with it. Cover art by: Nikko Cabatas