Hi there, for those who have read this story before this is the rewritten version of chapter one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia; I only own the plot and the character Anna Hunter and Celestina Cervantes.

I came up with the idea for this story from a dream I had. I will switch form country names to human names and vice versa so it may get confusing. This is the first fanfiction I have ever written. Though you will see my name appear in the fanfiction Hetalia truth or dare anything goes. That fanfiction is written by my sister. Reviews will be appreciated. No flames please. Any constructive criticism will be taken into consideration. Let me know how I can improve the story or as a writer. Now enough talk from me, lets jump into the story.

This will indicate thoughts.

Life with the Countries

Chapter one: Anna's Curse

Hi there, I am Anna Hunter. I am your typical 25 year old, though I still look 18. You learn why later. I have long blue-black hair and emerald green eyes. I am tall and beautiful. I usually am very outgoing and strong-willed. Though thanks to everything I have been through I have changed a bit. I will be telling you my story and how I came to live among the countries.

My tale begins when I was eighteen. I grew up in a small town on the outskirts of a large city. I had lots of friends and very loving parents. I had just graduated from high school and my future looked bright. That is until I was cursed by a jealous witch who lived next door to me.

It was a warm summer day and I was hanging out with my friends having a blast. I was young and naïve. I did not have the faintest clue that magic actually existed. I had always thought that it didn't exist and that magicians were fake. Little did I know that I was dead wrong.

As I was hanging out with my friends that day, I noticed my creepy neighbor, Celestina Cervantes, watching me and my friends. She stood at a window glaring with eyes full of hatred and jealousy. I turned away and ignored her odd stares. It was that night when she struck. She placed a powerful curse upon me with no sign of remorse.

Now at the time I thought nothing of it. I thought it was a hoax and there was no way that I could be cursed. That is what I believed for about a month. A month after being cursed I was in a deadly car accident. I was in the backseat when a another car smashed into my mother's. I was thrown forward and back by the impact. My parents barely missed hitting the windshield. That was not the deadliest thing to happen that day. A fire was sparked by the sparks coming off both vehicles and my mother's car was leaking gas. My mother's car was engulfed in flame. By the time paramedics arrived my parents were dead. I was burned to the point where I should be dead. Once free of the fire I had healed instantly. The paramedics were shocked beyond belief at what had happened. They then spread the news about the incident through the whole town.

After that my life became a living hell. A sneaky reporter was looking for some scandalous news to report and had ended up with footage of my instant healing. The town shunned me and labeled me a freak. I discovered then what my curse was. That damn witch, Celestina, cursed me with immortality. I now could never die or age at all. I was constantly being harassed by the neighborhood kids and the adults didn't associate with me. I was alone and grieving over parents I would never see again. I wanted to move away to get away from that small town and to forget about all that happened there. Unfortunately, I spent two years in that town saving money up to move to Germany. I was going to start over in a new country. I had come to loath the witch, Celestina. I had decide to move to Germany and strived to become fluent in German. I also did all my research on the laws and how to become a citizen. Once the two years had passed I was ready to leave America behind me. At the airport no one even gave me a second glance or weird looks. I was relieved to be treated like a normal girl and boarded my plane with no problems.

I arrived at the airport in Germany safely. Once there I went to a hotel to stay in until I found a place to live. Luck was with me for once. I found an apartment and a job quickly. I was just getting comfortable living in Germany when I met the personification himself.

I was just walking in a nearby park on one of my days off when I bumped into a tall, blond haired German man. His expression was stern. I was in shock for a moment and then quickly went to apologize.

"I am sorry, sir," I had said quickly in German.

"It's fine. Are you okay?" The man responded back in German.

"Ja, now if you would please excuse me. I have to head home," I said in English trying to walk away.

"Auf Wiedersehen (Good bye)," He had said continuing on his way.

I had thought nothing of this encounter and continued to live in solitude. I trusted no one and kept to myself at all times. I only socialized when necessary. I had went from a happy American girl to a cold and serious girl in those two years. I had no idea that I would ever turn back into that happy girl thanks to that encounter. I soon was running into the German man almost every time I walked at the park and many times he was with an auburn haired Italian man.

These two were always running when I saw them. Once I had seen the Italian man try to take a break and the German man had just yelled "Get back to training!"

These two intrigued me. They were complete opposites and even when annoyed with the Italian he put up with him like a friend would. I started to feel my heartache at the thought of friendship. I was alone and my only friends had deserted me two years ago. I couldn't help it. I broke down into tears and did not realize that the Italian had spotted me.

"Ve, what is wrong?" He had asks innocently.

"Nothing," I had said going back to my solemn look.

"Ve," he had said looking at me confused.

"FELICIANO, get back to training," the German man had yelled running over to the Italian.

"Ve, but this girl was crying and I wanted to help her," the Italian had said in response.

"Oh, it is you," the German man had said recognizing the girl before him.

"Ve, you have met before?" the Italian had asked confused.

"Ja, I bumped into him a few weeks ago," I had said hoping to escape the stern German man's gaze.

"Ve, I am Feliciano. Who are you?" Feliciano had said to me smiling warmly.

"I am Anna," I had said confused to why I was still talking to him.

There is something about this man that makes me want to trust him. Nein, I will not open up to a complete stranger. Nein! I refuse to, I had thought as Feliciano tried to keep talking to me.

"I have to go now," I had said running off.

A few days later I saw the two again. This time even the German man was interested in talking to me. I was polite and offered no information about myself besides the fact that I had moved there recently and was an American. The German man, Ludwig, had a stern gaze and I had the feeling that he knew that something was different about me. I avoid all questions about my past and the true reason I moved to Germany. At the time I had no clue that I was talking to the personifications of Germany and North Italy. I found that out a few years later.

I started to spend my days off training with Ludwig and Feliciano to stay fit. I had started to build a friendship with the two very slowly. I was careful about what information I told them and I only told them a little about my life in America. What I wasn't aware of was that I was really starting to trust them and call them my friends. I was feeling guilty over how I was keeping secrets from them and came to regret keeping to myself.

Three years later I finally decide to tell them the truth. I shocked them but they looked past that and tried to understand my reasons. I explained what happened with my friends in the past once they found out and surprisingly Ludwig understood my reasoning. Feli just looked confused and ve'd softly. He didn't mind that I was immortal. He was surprised and questioned how it was possible. I finally explained that a jealous witch had cursed me with immortality five years ago. They didn't seem to believe it was possible but were at least willing to look past it and stay my friends. They reveled themselves as the personifications of Germany and North Italy a year later. (A/N: It will be present tense from now on)

It has been five years since I met Germany and Italy. We are close friends and often train together. I have been opening up to Ludwig and Feli more. I am slowly turning back into a happy and less solemn woman. I end up moving in with Germany while my apartment building is condemned. I tried to get him to let me pay rent but he refused. I am his friend and he would rather I help around the house if I insist on repaying him for living there. My adventures are only beginning. I have a feeling that I am in for one hell of a ride as my life continues among the countries.

Hi, Vampchick2010 here, to thank you for reading chapter one. As I mentioned before this is the rewrite of chapter one and the other chapters are in the process of being rewritten. I hope this chapter is better than it was before. I tried to put more detail and personality into it. Please review and let me know if there is anything I could fix. I appreciate all constructive criticism and will listen to any you can give me. I only want to improve this story.