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The brown haired girl began screaming the moment she saw Ludwig.
"Please ma'm, calm down." Ludwig pleaded.
The girl continued to scream. She grabbed the blanket on the bed and covered herself with it.
"Germany! Germany!" she screamed. "Help! Pervert! Rapist! France! Help!"
"Ma'm please." Ludwig pleaded once more.
"Germany! Germany!" the girl continued to scream.
"Germany! Look out!" he heard Feliciano cry.
Ludwig turned around in time to see a vase smacking him on the side of the head, a hand grab him by his shirt and throw him off the bed, and a pair of ice cold blue eyes glaring at him.
The blonde haired girl had screamed at seeing Feliciano causing him to scream as well.
She began screaming in German at him as she gathered the blanket and pulled it around her body.
"Please! I don't understand." Feliciano said.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" she demanded switching to English.
Before Feliciano could answer a female voice screamed out. "Germany! Germany! Help! Pervert! Rapist! France! Help!"
"Italy." the girl cried out.
The girl jumped out of the bed and ran down the hallway.
Feliciano watched her as she ran by him before his eyes widened. That was Germany's room!
He ran quickly behind her. He saw her pick up one of the flower filled vases and quickly dump the contents of it before running into the room with it held high like a sword and bringing it down on Germanys head.
Then he saw her pick him up and throw him off the bed.
And then he saw the girl on the bed that had brown hair and chocolate eyes and was covering her with a blanket much like the blonde haired girl was doing.
What on earth is going on?
Feliciano ran to where Germany was on the ground.
"Germany! Are you okay?" he cried.
Ludwig put his hand over where the girl had hit him. "Yes Italy don't worry, I am fine."
The blonde haired girl had been checking the other girl and at that moment turned and glared at the two men.
"What on earth are you doing in my house?" she demanded.
"Your house? This is my house." Ludwig said.
"This is the house of the personification of Germany." the girl said. "Me."
Ludwig shook his head. "I'm sorry but that would be me. I am the personification of Germany."
"Excuse me?" the girl asked placing her hands on her hips. "I think I very well know who I am and whose house this belongs to."
"Clearly not."
The brown haired girl had sat on her knees and put her arms around the blonde haired girl.
"Germany. What's going on?" she asked.
"I don't know Italy." the other said.
"I'm confused." Feliciano said. "How are there two Italy's and two Germanys?"
"There shouldn't be." the two Germanys said together before glaring at one another.
Both girls were screaming however the brown haired one stopped sooner and simply stared at the other two not bothering to cover herself while the black haired girl immediately picked up the blanket and covered her body.
The black haired girl looked around the room. Seeing Japans katana she leaped forward and grabbed it and held it in her hands.
"Who are you and what do you want?" she demanded.
Hercules and Kiku shared a look.
"Shouldn't we be asking you that?" Hercules asked. "This is my house after all."
"Actually its mine." the brown haired girl said sitting back on the floor with her legs crossed. She picked up the kitten that she had accidentally knocked to the floor and began to pet it.
"Helen, please cover yourself." the black haired girl pleaded.
"Why?" Helen asked.
The girl decided not to answer. "Why are you in Helens house?" she asked.
"I just told you it's my house." Hercules said.
"And I just told you that it isn't." Helen said as she lay back down on the bed and closing her eyes.
"Who are you?" Kiku asked.
"I am Sakura Honda, personification of Japan." the black haired girl said not letting go of the katana.
"I am Helen Karpusi, personification of Greece." Helen answered.
"I am not used to waking up with strange men. Or really men at all. Women mostly." the girl said as she stopped screaming.
Arthur rubbed his ear. "I think you blasted my eardrum with that scream."
"I apologize, you had frightened me."
Arthur rubbed the back of hic neck. "May I ask you what you are doing in my house? And naked?"
The girl sat up and stretched her arms not bothering to cover herself. Although there were three roses on her body. One on each breast and the other covering her private area.
"Well let's see. What did I do last night?" she asked herself. "I drank some wine. Listened to some music. Called Alice. And then I went to sleep. In my house."
"Apparently not." Arthur said. "And who is Alice?"
"Alice Kirkland. England."
"Pardon?"
"You're a personification correct? I can feel it. Alice is the personification of England. I am Francoise Bonnefoy, personification of France the country of love!"
Francis was immediately attacked with a pillow to the face and then fists to his body.
"You damn pervert! Sneaking into my house!" the girl yelled. "Well you have another thing coming! You have no idea who you have just made an enemy out of!"
For such a small girl she could punch very hard.
France cringed when he felt that last punch to his chest break a rib or two.
Very hard.
"Please! Calm down!" Francis said dodging her next punch.
"Ha!" the girl snorted grabbing the lamp on Francis' nightstand.
Francis ducked from her swing, grabbed her by her wrist, and threw her on the bed before quickly climbing over her.
"Please madam. Calm down." he said.
The girl glared at him. "French. I should've known. Without class or tact at all. Entering a woman's home without her permission and now trying to have sexual contact with her. Despicable."
"Who are you?"
"Why should that matter?"
"Just satisfy my curiosity and I'll let you go."
The girl sighed. "Very well. I am Alice Kirkland, the personification of England."
"Please, calm down." Antonio pleaded.
The girl continued to scream incoherently. The only thing he could understand was "Spain! Bitch! Come! Spain!"
"Please. I am Spain. What's wrong?" he asked.
"Spain you bitch! Come!" she screamed.
"Hey wait! Come back here! No! Don't!" Antonio heard a familiar voice call.
He turned around to see a furious woman in the doorway. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Antonio.
She began to scream in Spanish as she leaped at Antonio.
"Get away from what's mine!" she screeched.
One right hook was all it took to crack Antonio's jaw and to send him off the bed and onto the ground.
"Spain!" the girl on the bed cried out and ran to the other girls awaiting arms.
"I don't know who you think you are." the girl who had just punched Antonio spat. "But you picked the wrong house and the wrong girls. I wasn't a conqueror all those years for nothing."
Romano helped Antonio sit up on the ground as he massaged his jaw and put it back in place. "And I have no idea what you are talking about. You are in my house."
"No you idiot, your in her house." the other girl in the first girls arms spat.
"This house belongs to the personification of Spain."
The two girls nodded. "Exactly. Spain. Me." the first one said pointing to herself.
In an instant the boy had woken up, obtained a frying pan out of nowhere, and immediately attacked Gilbert with it.
"What the hell do you think you are doing with my girlfriend?" he roared.
Getting hit in the head with one frying pan from Hungary was enough. Getting hit in the head with another frying pan from someone he didn't even know just crossed the line.
Gilbert grabbed the pan and threw it to the side. When he tried to punch the guy in the stomach the girl leaped at him.
"Don't even think of hitting him!" she screeched as she punched him.
Elizaveta grabbed her own frying pan and aimed at the girl. The boy threw his frying pan forward. The two crossed like swords on a battlefield.
"You would hit a girl?" Elizaveta asked.
"In a world where most of the personifications are girls and we are at war I either hit them or surrender. And surrender is never an option. I might not like it but I will do it." the boy said twirling the frying pan in his hands.
Meanwhile the girl had Gilbert pinned to the floor.
"Kesesese." the girl cackled. "Got you."
The boy was looking around the room and frowning. "Maria?"
The girl looked up. "Yeah?"
"We are not at my house. I don't have any of these things." the boy said.
The girl let go of Gilbert's wrists. "What the hell do you mean we are not at your house? That's where we fell asleep last night."
"I know where we fell asleep but it's not where we are right now."
"Can I ask who are you guys?" Elizaveta asked.
"I'm Daniel personification of Hungary." the boy said. "This is Maria, my girlfriend and personification of East Germany. Now can you tell us where are we?"
The next thing that Alfred knew was that he was now well acquainted with the shovel that had been in the girl's arms.
He fell to the ground and clutched his face. "Okay ow! That hurt."
"That is the point." the girl said.
Alfred stood up and dodged another swing.
"What are you doing in my house?" the girl asked.
Alfred swung his arm around. "Take a good look darling. This is my house."
She did. She carefully placed one strand of her hair behind her ear as she looked around the room as she nervously held onto the shovel.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"America."
The girl shook her head. "I know America, and you are not her."
"Her?"
The girl nodded. "The personification of America is a girl."
"I don't think I'm a girl."
"Then you are not America."
"That…doesn't really make any sense. Who are you though?"
The girl blinked. "My name is Anya Braginsky. I am the personification of Russia."
The girl leaped at him, slammed him against the ground, and then started hissing at him.
"So you thought you could just sneak into my house and do whatever you want huh? Well sorry cowboy but that ain't gonna happen." she hissed.
"Such horrible grammar for such a pretty girl." Ivan said.
The girl grabbed him by his shirt collar and slammed him against the floor again. "Don't try to compliment me to get out of the as kicking your about to get."
Ivan quickly reached up and grabbed her by her arms and switched their positions so that he was on top of her.
"I usually don't enjoy hitting girls." he said. "But I think for you I will make an exception."
"I feel flattered." the girl grunted before throwing him off.
The two stared at one another for a moment before the girl brought her fists up.
"I am going to teach you what happens when you mess with the United States of America." she said.
"America? There is no way that you are America." Ivan said.
"I think I know who I am." she snorted.
"I know America, America is a guy."
The girl looked down at her body. She pulled her tank top slightly and peered down it before doing the same to her underwear. "Nope. Don't think I'm a guy."
She looked up at him.
"So uh…who are you?"
In unison eleven voices said one word.
"England."
Alice sneezed suddenly. Francis peered out from his closet.
"Bless you."
"Thank you."
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