Prologue- Kristina

" Hey did you know that Malaysia, Indonesia and Philippines are going to be official characters in Hetalia?" My friend, Riana, told us. " They are going to be known as the good girl trio!"

" Really?!" I exclaimed. Hetalia is an funny, short clip anime which is about people who takes place as countries and have funny adventures. The main characters are Italy, Germany, Japan (the axis powers), China, Britain/England, America, France and Russia (the alliances). There are also many other countries but Malaysia, Indonesia and Philippines aren't real characters, yet.

" Yeah, imagine: Bad touch trio vs Good girl trio!" Riana exclaimed. The bad touch trio consist of Prussia, Spain and France. Riana always tends to favour something a lot, like talk about it all the time. Last time it was about this classic novel and movie called The Outsiders. She talks about all the time before Hetalia came in. But they were pretty good, I can see why she talks about it so much.

Riana was a malay girl with curly short hair, sort of chubby. She was two years older than me. She's of average height and wears glasses, quite smart when it comes to critical thinking. She wore the school blazer with her white school shirt underneath and the school long skirt. She doesn't look pretty which is why many people judge her and pair her up with her equally sized friend, Amir. Seriously, these popular kids are so stupid.

" Cool!" One of my best friends Yuna exclaimed. Yuna is an indian girl with shoulder long wavy hair which was tied in a pony tail and big eyes. She wore just her shirt and skirt uniform. She's also in my class and always sits next to me.

" I can't wait to see Malaysia!" I exclaimed. It would be cool to have a Malaysia country, they don't show enough asian countries. And why Malaysia? We live in it, except I don't go to a government school, I go to an international school. Mainly because my mother sent me to study in Singapore for a few years and when I came back, I couldn't catch up with the native language. I was only taught chinese in Singapore as my other subject since I'm chinese.

" So do you think Malaysia's a girl or a guy?" Riana asked again.

" Girl, it has to be a girl!" I said eagerly. I was an ordinary girl, sort of. I am a tall chinese 14 year old girl with wavy (less wavy than Yuna's though) shoulder length hair tied in a ponytail and wear metal black glasses with a grey lenses. I have grey ones because I was slightly dyslexic. I wore the school uniform: white button up t-shirt with a long knee length brown skirt.

Then something popped into my mind, oh shoot! How can I forget!

" Yuna! It's Ms Sophia's class! We can't be late!" I exclaimed, shaking Yuna. Yuna gasped. Ms Sophia is our french teacher who doesn't like students late. She's a kind teacher but we wouldn't want to be late for class.

" Why did they have to make the break time so short?" Yuna exclaimed as she quickly packer her snack box into a small black bag she always carries around. We quickly said good bye to Riana and ran to class. Okay maybe we over-reacted, but it took us five minutes to get to class in this big school. We were running towards the staircase but then we were stopped by a eurasian prefect girl named Hilary and she said " Um you two cannot go upstairs yet. There's still five more minutes. So please wait. And Kristina can you please clip up your fringe."

I pushed back my long fringe which reaches to my chin and we hung out at the nearby trees, waiting for the agonising five minutes to pass over us. Seriously why can't we just go up early? Our school was surrounded by the trees like all other schools in Malaysia since it's a tropical country. Yuna saw and went to greet our other friends who came our way. I was leaning against a tree thinking about Hetalia. Yup, I drifted off to daydream again.

I thought about the new character Malaysia. I saw picture of her, all fan made. I wonder how Malaysia will look like in the end. Maybe she'll have a crush on Britain, due to the fact that Malaysia was once a british colony until Japan took over. She will have a little brother named Singapore since Singapore was once a part of Malaysia but then became independent 56 years ago.

I then thought about the time Riana, Yuna and I were talking about Hetalia crushes. They aren't real of course. Riana's was Brittain. I can see the connection, I mean Riana likes fantasy as much as I do and it's many people's choice. Yuna says her's is Spain. I don't really know why but I guess she thinks he's cute or something (Yuna will kill me if she hears/ reads this thought).

I don't really have a Hetalia crush at all. I mean they are all nice but crushing on an anime character just seems wrong you know? I had a crush on a real person once, Liang Hao. He's a friend of mine, the most annoying in the world. But I got over him and now I made myself swore I will never crush or fall in love again.

But if I did have a Hetalia crush, I think it would be ether Italy or Japan, my favourite characters. Italy is a wimpy, artistic, fun, innocent and annoying italian guy with red hair who likes pasta. Italy's so fun and all that so how can anyone hate him? Japan on the other hand is a shy, conceited, determined japanese guy with black hair(all asian have black hair) who is… different. I love the character. I wonder if I'm really pure chinese. I love anime, japanese food and culture and nearly everything about it. But I'm sure I will never have one Hetalia crush.

Then I looked around, then tripped. Before I knew it, my face hit the grass. Ouch! I know I'm clumsy, forgetful and daydreaming all the time but I wasn't always this clumsy that when I fall I hit the ground. Luckily, I wasn't injured or broke anything. I stood up. Where am I? This doesn't look like the school at all.

It was more of a forest, filled with tall oak trees and fir trees. Huh? There aren't any fir or oak trees in Malaysia. There were also plenty of bushes, another thing you don't see in Malaysia. And there was grass, the only thing similar. I could hear birds and squirrels in the distance. I looked around me. Where in the world is the school? I started to panic, but then I took a deep breath and told myself " Don't panic Kristina. Maybe you're just daydreaming."

I pinched myself hard, ouch! That hurts. I opened my eyes which closed when I pinched, still in the forest. Okay, now I panic. Where's Yuna? Where's Alyan? Syrian? Alisha? Hello? Riana? Amir? Tasha? Jao Lan? Hilary? Prefect? Anyone? Where in the world is the school?

I had no idea what to do. One thing I was thinking about Hetalia and the next, I'm here. What in the world… Maybe I should look around. Yeah, maybe I wondered off between the trees. But Malaysia has jungles, not forests. Fir and Oak trees cannot stand tropical weather.

I walked the first few steps before tripping again. Ouch! At least I was prepared for that this time. Stood up again and looked at what I tripped. It was a backpack. Huh? What would a black backpack be doing in a middle of a forest. I squat down in front of the backpack and opened it, I gasped. It was all my things! My macbook, a few sets of clothes, a large thick notebook, pencil case… there's a lot of other stuff too. But not food, only a bottle of water.

Now how in the world did my things get here? I swear I put them all in my school bag, some of them are here! I zipped the bag closed and put it on my back. Well since this is my stuff I might as well carry it around. Then I stood up and look around, where in the world should I go? I decided to trust my instincts and follow any sort of path.

I spent I think hours of walking, though it was probably only and hour since I've been on hiking expeditions before. I couldn't see any school or civilisation at all. Great, I've just missed french and a bit of my next class, english. And english is my favourite subject! Call me a nerd if you like but I don't care. I put my grey lensed glasses into the backpack and took out my water bottle and took one long slip.

Then I heard something in a distance. A sort of knocking. BUMP! BUMP! BUMP! I wonder what's that. It didn't sound like the birds or squirrels or any kind of animal really. More like something hitting against something hard. Is it a bear?! Or maybe… it's a person. I'm not sure. I took in a deep breath and walked forward. I hid behind a bush.

It was a guy, about 1.7 metres tall, my height. He had red hair and wore some kind of blue army suit. It look like those army suits you see during the world war, cape like shirt with a belt and pants. He wore brown boots. He seemed to be fixing something together, in a shape of a box. Phew… at least it's not a bear. I wonder if this guy can tell me where I am.

I came out of the bushes and slowly approached the guy. He didn't seem older than sixteen or seventeen. I stopped a few paces behind him. Did I ever mention I get shy on first impressions? Well, I'm a lot braver than my friends. I hid my fear and took a deep breath then I tapped his shoulder twice.

The next second, the guy dropped his hammer, turned around with shock and started crying out in an italian accent " Please don't kill me! I'm innocent! I surrender! I surrender! I have relatives in your country so please don't kill me! Wahhhh! I want my mommy!"

I jumped slightly out of shock. Wow, this guy seems scared to death. He was sort of cute, sort of. He was only slightly taller than me, barely. We were about the same height. There was one strand of hair which sticks out. I myself was shocked and nearly screamed myself. My face was red. I calmed myself down and said " Hey calm down! I'm not going to hurt you or kill you!"

The guy stopped crying and wailing and then said " You mean, you aren't Germany?"

" How can I be a country? I'm Kristina Wong. I'm lost. I thought maybe you can help me or something." I told him. Suddenly, the guy became really happy and then said " Oh hello Kristina then! Well just to tell you, we're in my country! Italy! Northern Italy!"

" Northern Italy?! Are you kidding me?" I said shocked. How in the world did I fall half way across the world? I seriously must be dreaming, but this is all so real. Well, at least that explains the types of plants which shouldn't be in Malaysia.

" Yup! I'm Italy, nice to met you~" The guy said. I looked at the guy closely, he really looks like the character Italy. This must be some kind of cost play. How can this guy be Italy, an anime character?

I then held his stray hair and started tugging it. Italy, as he calls himself, didn't say anything. He, for some reason, blushed a deep red. The hair didn't move at all. It wasn't a wig. This guy doesn't look like he's playing cost play at all like I see in videos. It was more like… real.

" Can you please stop that, it sort of hurts…" Italy final said. I let go of the hair. Okay, what in the world am I doing, in a forest of northern Italy, meeting Italy himself. How in the world did that happen? This can't be real. Suddenly, I hear a gunshot in the distance.

" Ahh! Germany's here! I'm almost done with the box. I need to finish this!" Italy said. Then he quickly hammered in the last few nails, lifted the cover and told me " Quick! Inside!"

I couldn't protest. Whatever made that gunshot was scary but Italy didn't seem to trust whoever made that sound. Plus, I didn't want to know where the gun would go and shoot. I quickly scrambled inside the box and Italy went in after me. He closed the box and I only saw pure black. The box only seem to hold for one person, not for two. So I was too close for comfort with this guy I just met. Can this guy be really Italy? From… Hetalia?

" So you're name is really Italy?" I asked Italy.

" Yup! Well that's my real name now." Italy said. " So how did you get lost?"

" I have no idea." I said.

" Well, we can help you find your way home, I'm sure it's not far." Italy told me. Yeah right, like you can take me home when my home is halfway across the world right now, I think. While Italy was rambling about what we would do before he takes me home, I thought of something. This seems familiar, really familiar.

" Hey Italy, is this a tomato box?" I asked him. Italy stopped talking and told me " Yes? How did you know?"

I didn't have time to answer. Suddenly, the lid opened up, revealing a guy which is much taller than Italy. He must almost be 2 metres tall. 1.97 metres I think. He had blond, cow-licked hair and green looks very serious. He looks like he's 25 to 30. I can't tell which. He was wearing a green army suit, which was different from Italy's.

Then we both stood. Italy was already screaming " Please don't kill me! I'm sorry! …" And I think you know what's he saying. I just started at the guy who was pointing his rifle at the both of us. I hope he doesn't shot! Otherwise I'm so dead, literally!

" Please don't shoot! I'm just a girl!" I exclaimed, great, now I sound just like Italy. Well you would do the same if a freaking guy was pointing a rifle at you!

The man just stared at Italy with shock. Then after a long while he grabbed Italy's cape like shirt and pulled him up with ease with both of his hands. What the… he's strong " Are you really Roman Empire's grandson?…"

" Eh? You know Grandpa Rome? Yay!" Italy exclaimed and started rambling on and on. It seems Italy likes to talk a lot. The man looked annoyed, then he looked at me and said. " And who are you?"

" I'm… Kristina… I'm just a girl who's lost…" I stuttered with my bravery draining from me. Oh no, please don't kill me. Then he looked at Italy again. He put Italy down and some kind of realisation hit his face. Then he hit Italy with the bunt of his rifle. Italy then fell to the ground and cried.

I quickly got out of the box and ran to Italy's side. " Italy! Are you okay?"

" Ouch… it hurts…" Italy moaned in pain, a bruise was starting to form on his cheek. Ouch, that must have hurt " Can you kiss it to make me feel better?"

I looked at him, how old did he think he was? Five? " Nice try but you need ice to heal that." Then I glared at the man who was now aiming his gun at us.

" Hey! What did you do that for!" I exclaimed.

" He's my enemy, and what a good disguise too. Using this cheery attitude to try and trick me." The man said, taking no pity.

" He's been acting like this since I've met him! He isn't that sort." I said. That was sort of true. I mean I know I've just met him but he doesn't seem like the guy who would hurt anyone. Besides, if this really is Italy, I know he's just a coward who just wants to have fun.

" And that was when?" The guy asked.

" Um…" I couldn't answer to that. " Who are you anyway, coming here and pointing your gun at us!"

" Germany, and you two are coming to my country as captives." The man said pointing his gun at us. Italy and I looked at each other. Captives!? Italy didn't seem scared, more like happy. He probably think he's made a new friend. Well, where else was I to go, especially with a guy who calls himself Germany who is aiming a gun at us.

I wanna go home.