A/N: Welp, I've been trying to get all these plot bunnies out of my head. Hopefully my writing has improved ever since I started these fanfics. OTL I haven't forgotten my other fanfic, After School Fun. It's just...well I'm having a tough time trying to write the USUK part. But do not fear! For I will have it done before the summer is over!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just this fanfic.

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"Blinnnnng! Blinnnnng!"

At the sound of your alarm clock ringing in the background, you groggily push the snooze button to allow more time to sleep. You have a big day ahead of you involving a trip to your local library to check out some books, IM some friends and start filling out applications for that summer job you've always wanted to have.

But things don't always go as they plan.

Getting up, your feet search the floor for your slippers only to find it's not there.

Strange.

You swore they were there the night before...

Oh well, maybe your dog took them to go play with. Silly dog.

When you open your eyes, you're not prepared for what you see.

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Let's have a recap.

Last night you went to bed in your room, and now you've awaken in someone else's room.

Maybe it's a joke.

You know, when people come into your room at night and change everything in it.

Yeah.

Or it's a dream.

You're really hoping it's a dream.

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You contemplate going back to sleep so you can wake up from this dream until you hear a phone ringing.

Sprinting towards the noise, you find the phone downstairs next the stair-steps.

But something stops you.

Before you, is an old-fashioned telephone.

You're really not sure if you should pick it up and try to work the thing or let it ring and go back upstairs to try to wake yourself up.

You decide to pick it up, curious to see who's on the other line.

"H-Hello?" you say speaking softly into the telephone.

"Where are you? This is your first day and you're already late!" says a feminine voice.

First day?

For what?

"Excuse me, but my first day for what...?" you say confusingly.

"Your job of course! I swear they hire anyone these days...especially with all those unemployed." sighs the voice on the other line.

"U-Unemployed? But I don't-" you say, trying to figure out what's going on.

"Look. Just come down within an hour. Frankie needs your help with some stuff around the office." the impatient voice says.

"And where would this place be exactly?"

Who in their right mind just calls people up and tells them to go somewhere they don't even know?

"Sweetie, the White House."

Before you can you even tell the person on the line that there's been a huge mistake, she hangs up.

You stand there for quite some time trying to soak everything in. Then a thought strikes you. Where's your family? Your mother usually wakes up before you do to make breakfast, and yet there's not sounds of sizzling hot bacon or the smell of hot coffee.

You run back upstairs to search the house. Surely your parents weren't serious about getting up and leaving you so they can go to Las Vegas to gamble! Running down the narrow hallway, you peek inside every door to try and find your family. All you find is an office space, a small library, and a bathroom.

Sinking to the hallway floor, you try so desperately to figure out what's going on. You soon come to the realization that you have to get ready.

You go back into your bedroom and look for the closet. After looking around your room you notice a nice vanity set full of make-up and a lovely small dresser. Opening said dresser, you pick out a pair of undergarments and head towards the bathroom to shower. Ten minutes go by before you emerge back into your room to pick out an outfit. Most of the clothes happen to be dresses.

Weird.

You never owned these many dresses.

Then again you're working at the White House so things started getting less weird twenty minutes ago.

Shit.

You pick a light blue dress to wear and begin to work on your hair.

Funny.

You hadn't had these many hair products before.

Oh well, surely having your long hair out will do for the sake of time.

Running downstairs, you grab an orange from the kitchen before spotting a cat on the couch.

You're surprised you didn't notice the cat before but you're happy nonetheless to have a little friend around. You pet him before leaving and just barely notice the soft mewl escaping its mouth.

As you walk towards your workplace, you note how strange it is that so many people seem to be out for the day. What's even more strange is the frequent sightings of old car models driving past you. You shrug it away trying to look for the White House.

It looks less heavily guarded than before, which is really odd...

You walk through the gates and step inside the large building. You look around, taking in the sight of everything around you. You almost notice a blond, young looking man walk by you but you're too busy being distracted by all the new sights.

"Ah there you are!" says a lady walking up to you. She looks fairly young, blond and small compared to you. She has red hair clips in her hair that cling to her short blond locks.

"Frankie is waiting for you right through those doors." she says, pointing to the left.

You open the doors to see something you're completely unprepared for.

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Recap: You're in some strange dream world and have no idea how you got there. Not only that, but everything looks...old. None of the things around you are anything you recognize. You play it off as not really noticing your surroundings until you see before you someone you thought you'd never meet.

Right in front of you are two men.

One of which you know nothing about. Not about his past, his name or anything for that matter. But he happens to be that man you almost bumped into on your walk to that room. Up close you can see his playful, crystal blue eyes behind his glasses tucked right up against his nose. There happens to be a blond cowlick standing up. You don't know if this is intentional but you feel it suits his young, and quite handsome face.

But this handsome face almost distracts you from noticing the man you've seen in textbooks. He reaches a hand out towards you, greeting you with a smile.

"Hello there. You must be the new Personal Aide. I'm President Roosevelt."

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! By now hopefully you've guessed what time you're in. If not, stay tuned for it will be revealed. If I'm lucky, I'll post the next chapter up tomorrow.