AN: Heyo! So, starting a new fic that started as a 'what if' scenario. Read and review and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own HAP! Not mine, despite my wishes

Reznov…. Reznov… damn it, where is it?" a petite redhead whispered to herself. Anna Colins scanned the rows of books upon the shelf in Cambridge's University Library, searching for a copy of the autobiography written by one of the conspirators of the Russian Revolution. This book was crucial for her to complete her Doctoral thesis paper and for her to finally earn her PhD in World History. All her life, Anna has loved books. Mind, not the usual fairy stories or romances other girls her age read and giggled over. No, instead she begged her parents to read her stories of how Caesar crossed the Rubicon, how America won their independence or how Richard the Lionheart won England it's freedom from French rule and lead many Crusades to Jerusalem. Her father, a native Englishman, enjoyed particularly reading her any history that highlighted the English triumphing over France in any way. Not that she minded of course, she loved each country's rich history equally without judgement or reproach.

Well, almost equally.

Anna could never explain it, but for as long as she could remember she had a keen fascination in the vast and somewhat bloody history of Russia. A part of it she contributed to her slight morbid interest in war and torture, a side effect of growing up with classic horror films and Tim Burton films. A huge part of it she concluded was after she watched Don Bluth's Anastasia for the first time. Not only did the story and beautifully written music entrance her, but the dark themes and vivid landscapes portrayed of post-revolutionary Russia was branded into her brain like a birthmark. All throughout middle school and high school she read books about Russian history and culture, even going as far as to try and pick up a little bit of the Russian language (with a good deal of success). She was a little saddened that the real Grand Duchess of Russia Anastasia Romanov did in fact die with her family, but it didn't dull her love for the film or for the country.

Needless to say, her interests tended to isolate her and invite bullies to pick on her, though they never lasted long. With studying history she learned much of the politics of the world and how it changed through the years, leading to her to identify as a 'democratic socialist.' Some nasty folks called her a 'dirty Commie' after she explained her views, until she explained the vast differences between Socialism and Communism, with Socialism being the more logical of the two, and how 'the witch hunts are over, so fuck off and let me have my opinions.' No one challenged her political view after that. Score one for facts!

After that, people attacked her lineage, calling her things like 'half breed' and 'fake American.' This was due to the fact that her dad was from England while her mother was American born, and that due to circumstances she ended up being born in England herself before moving to the states. This direct attack on her family prompted the very few times she lost her even temper and lashed out in retaliation, but nothing serious ever happened, though sometimes she wished they would have.

She was never without friends though. Her somewhat quirky nature landed her in the middle of the drama department during her high school years. Here she fueled her love for various things with other weirdos, namely but not limited to; Doctor Who, Supernatural, Sherlock, Marvel Movies, Books (of all sorts and genres) and of course... Anime!

Her love for the Japanese animation style stemmed from an appreciation of the culture and art style portrayed in these shows. It began in middle school when she had no friends and grew when she had many friends to fangirl with. Any and all anime she watched, regardless of genre or length, as long as it interested her. Her interests never wavered, even when she graduated high school and went to college in England to study World History. Her undergraduate was completed at a liberal arts university near Liverpool, where she wowed and impressed her tutors with her enthusiasm and articulate attention to detail and passed at the top of her class. Both Oxford and Cambridge gave her offers to study post graduate, but she opted to go to Cambridge as they guaranteed her a chance to continue on to her Doctorate. Which brings us to the present.

Yes, life was good for Anna. She made money for tuition and living working as a teacher's assistant at the university and was paid handsomely for her work. People always teased her that she preferred hanging out with dead people more than the living, something she only laughed along with whenever she did go out for the occasional drink with her mates. Dating had never been a priority for her, though she did go to the odd movie or cup of coffee now and then. No men really sparked her interest nor seemed keen enough to stick around once they realized how passionate she was with the past. Which was all fine with her.

"Miss, are you finding everything alright?" The librarian asked Anna as she approached. Anna shook her head.

"Not really. I'm trying to find 'The Birth of a Comrade' by Alexander Reznov, but it doesn't seem to be here with the other Russian authors." Anna explained. The old librarian nodded her head.

"Ah, a copy book was just returned and probably hasn't made it back to the shelves yet. I'll get it ready for you if you just follow me." The liberian said leading Anna back to the front desk. Soon she came out with an older looking manuscript than Anna was expecting. She couldn't wait to get her hands on it.

"Normally I don't let students take first editions like this from the library, but you always take such good care of our books so I'll make an exception. Name? Degree? Estimated time of holding?" The librarian asked sitting in front of a computer.

"Anna Louise Collins, World History Doctorate thesis, about a week." Anna listed off while the old woman entered her details into the online database.

"Very good. Here you go!" She said handing the book over with a smile. Anna thanked her and practically skipped out of the library and down the road towards her apartment which was only a few blocks away. She was always thankful for the ability to walk almost anywhere in London, or hop on the tube, train or bus whenever needed. Her apartment was a little brownstone near the university completely paid for by the college for the duration of her studies, completely furnished along with a TV. It wasn't very big, but it was home.

The moment she stepped through her door she deposited her coat and shoes by the door and placed the book on the kitchen table next to her purse. While she went into the small kitchen to fix herself her afternoon fix of English tea she was oblivious when a mysterious piece of parchment fell from the cover of the book on to the middle of the floor. While the kettle boiled she turned on the TV and switched over to Netflix, where the next episode of Hetalia: Axis Powers was ready.

Now, one may think that a history buff such as Anna wouldn't go near an anime that depicted historical events in such a comedic almost parodied manner. It was the exact opposite; real facts, humor, great art and jokes, hot guys and obvious yaoi shipping involved (come on, every anime fan has done this at least once), how could she not love it? She laughed at the antics of America, representing all she hated about her homeland in a great way, sympathized with poor England for all the crap he had to deal with and rolled her eyes at anything France did or said. She obviously shipped Germany and Italy and squealed at their adorable antics. However, her real guilty pleasure was her little crush on Russia.

Her anime friends called her crazy when she named Russia her favorite out of all the Hetalia men. For some reason she found Russia's child like insanity both endearing, and scarily accurate. Having studied Russian history almost religiously, she could understand why poor Russia seemed to be feared no matter what. Maybe she was crazy, but she'll fight tooth and nail to defend the inner goodness she knew he carried. Then the kettle started whistling loudly.

It was when she was going to removed the kettle from the stove that she noticed something from the corner of her eye. Looking down, she noticed a piece of paper in the floor and curiously she picked it up. It felt more like parchment and smelled strongly of ink and age. It was folded neatly into quarters and on one side a pentagram was drawn.

"What's this doing here?" She asked herself while she opened the paper. Inside was a single line of cursive scrawl.

"Enter our world less it become ever the more poorer, recite our lore with these words; dumbladora the explorer!"

"This is like something England would write... Actually, it's exactly what he'd write". Anna laughed tossing the paper aside. However, behind her the paper started to glow and as she turned around a bright white light enveloped the room before she had a chance to call out.

When the light had dimmed, Anna and the mysterious note had disappeared, the cup of tea forgotten.

HETALIA VERSE

This time, the world conference was held at England's house in celebration of the 60th anniversary of the end of WWII. Instead of a normal conference, and at the insistent begging of America, the countries decided to put a hold on discussions and celebrate instead over the end of a dark time in the world's history.

"Dude, if it wasn't for me we totally would have lost! All hail the hero!" America shouted hoisting his drink into the air. England rolled his eyes while shaking his head.

"If memory serves we did quite fine without you America. Churchill and I held off the Germans for over a year."

"Ja, but if memory also serves, ve destroyed half your country..." Germany mumbled under his breath. Unfortunately England heard him.

"Cities can be rebuilt! And you still lost either way!" He countered.

"Da, though it was really General Winter who beat Germany. Silly Germany, thinking he can conquer the snow... Unless he decide to become one with Russia... Then he can get used to snow..." Russia said, the last part more to himself. The poor Baltic states did their best to avoid the tall country, knowing full well how terrible the winters can be. Germany balked at the implications and backed away grumbling. The other countries never failed to keep reminding him of his crimes and failures during the World Wars, it wasn't his fault he ended up with a couple crazy bosses.

"I rery don't think that all this matters, seeing as it was nearry sixty years ago..." Japan noted. Italy then popped up out of nowhere startling the reserved nation.

"But Japan! You attacked America no? America wouldn't have joined the war otherwise!" He stated, the usual carefree smile still partnered with a singsong voice.

"Hey, that's not true!" America protested before Japan had a thing to say about it.

"You sure did absolutely nothing to help when Germany invaded! Shame on you..." France accused with a pout. Pretty soon the whole room erupted into a cacophonous argument between nations, friend and foe alike, names being thrown almost as freely as the oncoming punches. However, just before England and France we about to resume their usual rumble, the power went out then back on again. Everyone was silent.

"Vhat the hell vas that?" Germany asked. All of a sudden a loud explosion erupted from the middle of the table along with a plume of green smoke.

"WOOOOAHH NELLIE!" A frightened feminine voice shouted from the plume before a petite girl with auburn hair, blue eyes framed by glasses, pale skin, wearing a black sweater over skinny jeans and red converse, shot out of the smoke like a bullet and slid along the table until she slowly stopped in front of the very confused G8. No one dared to speak as she layed face down on the table with her arms in front of her.

"Ooooooow... My face..." She groaned as she tried to get up. England was the first to break the silence and rushed to her side.

"Dear god, are you alright?" He asked helping her sit up. The girl rubbed her head and winced.

"Considering the fact I just got teleported through a wormhole, before I had my tea mind, and I have a headache the size of bloody China, I'm just fine..." She replied.

"Bloody? Aiyah! Why did no one tell me I was bleeding?!" A very panicked China asked while searching himself for injuries.

"Oh no it's just an expression I picked up from..." Anna started to say before she comprehend her surroundings. Slowly she looked at England beside her, taking in his golden hair, green eyes and thick eyebrows. It couldn't be...!

"...England?" She both asked and finished her previous statement.

"Yes?" He replied. Anna looked down at herself, then around the room, then stared particularly nowhere as she threaded both hands through her hair in disbelief.

"Holy. Mother. Russia..." She exclaimed in her singular way.

"Da?"