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I gasp loudly, lurching up from the bed. The covers are a dark red, soft and warm as I bunch them under my fingers. The room around me is unfamiliar and as I scan it, so is the man in the shadowy corner.
At my gasp, his head slowly lifts up and I watch as he stands and slowly steps towards me into the light. The closer he gets, the faster my breath quickens- I don’t know who he is, I should be scared, but somehow, I’m drawn to him. I push my long brown locks behind my ear as the man steps into the light.
The first thing I notice are his bright blue orbs, glistening in the sunlight. He shakes dirty blonde hair as he sits down on the bed beside me.
“Hey~” he says, voice low and husky. His brown aviator jacket slipping off one shoulder to reveal a white button-up, it’s buttons slowly loosening revealing enticing glimpses of his pale collarbones and the milky expanses of his chest. My eyes snap up as the man chuckles. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
I flush, twirling a lock of hair around my finger embarrassedly.
“W-who are you?” I ask, voice weak and whimpery from sleepiness. The man raises two delicately sculpted blonde eyebrows.
“Looks like you’ve lost your memory,” the man sighs, deep ocean blue pools on his face reeling me into their depths. “I’m your lover, Alfred.”
“A-Alfred?” I repeat, pitchy and breathy with wonder. “My lover?”
The man laughs once more, gentle and hot. He lifts a smooth hand to my cheek, slowly and easily- a gesture that felt so familiar to me, and yet I scrambled to search for memories to match it to.
“Yes Alex (or Y/N),” he leans closer, close enough for me to feel his heated breaths puffing over my lips. “It’s me- America.”
“A-America-!” ! stutter, shocked. “Y-You’re America… like from… Hetalia…?”
The beautiful man furrows his brows, tilting his head and allowing his jacket to fall further down his arm onto the covers. “Hetalia?” he asks, confused.
“Oh, I-” I pause, clearing my throat as I blink my earthy brown orbs. Earth… like the planet this man had land on… like the country he represented.
I suddenly realize… I’ve isekai-d , or transmigrated (for any non-weeb readers), into Hetalia: Axis Powers and Hetalia: World Stars and Hetalia: Paint It White… and somehow, Alfred Jones was my lover! Alfred Jones… America, himself!
“Babygirl,” the man whispers, the nickname curling out of his mouth like a sweet melody. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yes, A-Alfred!” I whimper, realizing I can’t let this man know that I’m not really his lover, but that I’ve instead taken her place in this world! I can’t let this opportunity slip away from me, if it lets me be with my pookie, my scrunkly, my freedom, my liberty, my justice for all- The United States of America.
The man himself slowly scoots closer to me, his thin pink lips brushing over mine. I suck in a deep breath, nervousness and excitement pooling in my stomach. Just as the man almost makes the final press-
The door bangs open.
“Котенок!” I hear, my head whirling to the doorway as another man strides in. “You-!”
He catches sight of Alfred, centimeters (or inches, for Americans) from my face and his face appears to darken.
“Get away from them, America, ” the handsome man growls, pushing back ivory hair as he strides forward. He tugs Alfred’s collar as he yanks the man up and away from me. My face pales and I nearly reach out to grasp him back before Alfred starts laughing.
“Calm down, Ivan,” Alfred smirks. “I just wanted to make sure our dear guest wasn’t too alarmed when she found herself in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar men.”
“Unfamiliar?” Russia, apparently, frowned. The man’s freaky purple globes glint as they catch sight of my confused, sleepy state. “Котенок… What’s happened?”
“I…” I whimper slightly, not knowing what to say. The man’s furrow deepens and his lips press into a pale line as he turns that heavy, heated gaze over to Alfred.
“What did you do?” He thundered, voice deepening into a growl. Alfred raised his hands in the universal sign for peace and surrender.
“Alex (or Y/N) here has lost their memories,” he reaches a hand to gently stroke my long brown locks, before Ivan snatches it away with a glare. “And I simply informed her that I was someone to… trust.”
Ivan’s glower darkens further and I decide to pipe up before I started another Cold War.
“Uh-um…” at my noises, both men seem to soften, turning towards me.
“Yes, my little sunflower?” Ivan murmurs, mysterious violets flaring.
“Go on, little dudette,” Alfred smiles at me sunnily, cobalt irises twinkling.
I twist my fingers together nervously, feeling more nervous fluttering in my stomach.
“A-Alfred told me he and I were… lovers …” I fess up pitifully. Ivan’s lilac orbs widen before the man clenches Alfred’s collar tighter.
“ America! ” he snarls, silvery hair blowing back in his anger. Alfred laughs again, eyes crunching up as his teeth bare at the taller man.
“What? It’s not like its not true~” he winks at me and I flush. “Our sweet dudette almost let me kiss her, and the little noises she was making just before you walked in…”
Ivan growls deeply again, throwing Alfred to the side and sitting at my side.
“Alex (or Y/N),” the man murmurs, features softening and melting like cold Russia snow melting for the warmer season. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yes, Ivan,” I respond softly, eyes blinking up at him under full lashes. “But… I don’t understand… are Alfred and I not… and… are you and I…?”
“What, no,” Alfred snaps, standing quickly and moving to sit on my other side. “Dude,” he glares at Ivan. “Don’t confuse them more.”
Ivan sniffs at him.
“I am not the one confusing anything,” he drawls. He turns back to me. “You are safe here. You and Alfred… are not . Courting. And…” the man hesitates, violet orbs dropping slightly in sorrow. “Neither are you and I.”
“Not yet, she and I aren’t,” America smirks at me, leaning in close once more. I blink up at him, flushing slightly. Russia makes a low noise of displeasure, tugging me into his embrace, my sight obscured by the tantalizing vision of his milky neck just above his precious scarf. “Hey-!”
“Not yet, she and I aren’t,” Ivan mocks, the low timbre of his throaty voice vibrating soothingly in my skull. I feel a tug at my bare arm and fall out of Ivan’s arms.
“You-”
“What is happening.” Both men straighten immediately, heads whirling back to the doorway. You find your pleasurable time with your Hetalia men interrupted once more by the arrival of another.
This time, a feminine figure, tanned and familiar.
“You-!” I gasp, recognizing who it is, for the first time since awakening.
“Yeah, me, bitch,” Atlas glares at you. “Why are you rizzing up the Hetalia men?”
“Wh-when did you get here!” I gasp, sitting up and brushing the covers as if to wipe any evidence of whatever had just occurred.
“Ah, Atlas, our other guest,” Alfred smiles. Atlas looks back at him with a blank stare.
“Yes. America.” Atlas turns back to me. “Alex, get up. We’ve got a mission to do.” She brushes her curly dark hair behind her as another figure steps up in the doorway.
“Hey, did ya find her?” an unfamiliar voice calls as a tall, tanned figure with white hair peeks in.
“Yeah, Mammon, I did,” my mouth drops as Atlas namedrops the new visitor.
“ Him? ” I gasp. Atlas smirks, tugging the gorgeous man into the light of the room.
“Yeah,” Atlas responds arrogantly. “I bagged the baddie. And Aventurine’s in the back of the car outside. Now get your men, let’s go.”
“F-for what?” I blink my dark orbs up at her as I stand, the quiet countrymen following me obediently.
Atlas tosses another shit-eating smirk at me.
“It’s time for us to save the world.”
