A/N: This was requested by my best mate Angela who also asked me to name the main OC character after her. Her last name's different though, which will be revealed in the next chapter. This fic is based off the anime, not the manga. Please excuse any flaws as I'm only a beginner writer uwu Enjoy!"Oh my gosh, I can't breathe," I wheezed.

"What was that all about?!" Kim was still shaking from laughter.

I laughed heartily along with Kim. We were browsing YouTube on her Xbox and found an odd but hilarious fan-made video of Shingeki No Kyojin.

After about three minutes of non-stop laughter, I sighed, stretched and asked, "What time is it?"

Kim picked up her phone and pressed the menu button. "Um, just about three."

"I'm not usually this sleepy at three," I sighed.

"Neither am I," Kim said, "I think it's because we went swimming for, like, two hours today."

I rubbed my eyes and moaned. During the summer I end up sleeping at five in the morning, but when it came to sleepovers, I sleep at around seven in the morning, to wake up thirty minutes later.

"That's what you get when you decide to try the butterfly stroke, without knowing exactly what to do," Kim proceeded to turn off the Xbox.

"Shut up," I snapped, "I wanted to figure it out myself."

"How can you if you if you never went to swimming lessons?" Kim asked, putting the controller on top of the console.

"Oh, like you did?" I asked, "Think you know so much about swimming just because you went to swimming lessons, eh?"

Kim narrowed her grey eyes at me, "That's pretty much the point of swimming lessons, ain't it? I mean, your main interpretation of swimming is based off of 'Free! Iwatobi Swim Club'."

I pulled my blanket over my shoulders and curled up into a ball. "At least I was inspired to work out a little bit," I mumbled.

Kim scoffed and laid down on her folding bed. "Goodnight, Angela."

"Goodnight, Kim," I muttered.

It was only a matter of time until I drifted off into a nice, peaceful slumber. Kim's house had that pleasant aroma of honeysuckle and her neighbourhood was very peaceful.

"Angela!" I heard a voice say.

Was it morning already?

"Angela, get up!" the voice called again, only, it wasn't English. It sounded like Japanese.

I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes, eyebrows knotting in confusion.

"Kim?" I yawned.

"Who's Kim?" the voice said again.

I opened my eyes to see a woman who looked a lot like my mother except… she was in anime form.

I jumped up, fully awake from fright and extreme confusion.

"Mom?!" I gasped.

"Come on, today's the day!" she said, but in Japanese.

I realised we were both speaking Japanese; I understood Japanese! I shouldn't understand this much Japanese, I never took any lessons, I only understand a little Japanese from watching subbed anime but that's it! My mind was whirring in confusion.

"W-What?" I asked.

"Training!" my anime mother reminded me, dragging me out of my room to sit me down on a chair, "You enlisted, remember?"

I stared at her, mouth wide open. She tilted her head as if to say something with an expression as confused as mine, but then I snapped and said, "Yeah! Training! I'm going to be… a soldier…"

I tried my best to smile and started eating the bread for breakfast she gave me. I looked around and knew straight away that I was in the world of Shingeki No Kyojin, I knew the drawing style from anywhere. I am in an anime… I am an anime.

Am I dreaming? Everything feels real, even though I'm technically just a drawing. But I can taste the bread, I can feel the chair as if I was really sitting on an actual chair.

"What are you smiling about?" my what-seemed-to-be mom asked me.

I realised I was grinning like an idiot and replied, "Nothing, just happy to finally start training."

Mom sighed and shook her head. "In three years you could be fighting the Titans."

My grin grew wider. Maybe I can master Levi's spinning move and annihilate thousands of Titans with it! I could be as good as Mikasa! Or am I as smart as Armin? Do I even have the same skills as I did when I was… not an anime? That question started to worry me. I couldn't even run for ten meters without frantically searching for water.

"Don't worry about her, dear," a man who looked exactly like my dad, but in anime form, strolled in, "she's as fit as I was when we first met." He gave Mom a wink.

They're exactly like what they are in real life, I thought.

"Oh, I remember," Mom giggled.

I cringed, quickly finished my breakfast and stood up. "Uh, what time do we leave?"

"In one hour," Mom replied, picking up my plate and cup.

"You go get dressed into your uniform, now," Dad said.

I nodded vigorously and ran back to my room. As soon as I closed the door I began giggling and hopping towards what seemed to be the wardrobe. In it was the uniform all Shingeki No Kyojin fans knew and loved. I had a simple white T-shirt, but with it was the white pants with a brown belt. Next was the light brown jacket that stopped mid-waist with the trainee crest that had two swords forming an X on the breast pocket, shoulders and back. I then put on the knee-high brown boots. They were lighter in weight than I thought. When I looked into the body-length mirror, I was surprised yet delighted. I was skinnier than I was in real life. It's true what they say, anime people are always skinny.

My face was, again, me in anime form. Light brown hair and green eyes. One thing, however, I had side bangs, which I didn't have in person. That was another thing about anime, especially with girls. Always have bangs or at least some hair covering your face.

This was me. In anime! I squealed and put my hair up in a ponytail and exited my room. My mom looked at me and tears began to form in her eyes.

"A-Angela…" she stammered.

My dad walked up to me and pulled me in an embrace. "We're proud of you, baby."

Mom joined us in our hug and started bawling. I chuckled and hugged them back.

On the way to camp I sat in the wagon thinking, This cannot be happening. Am I really going to be stuck in this anime world forever? But… am I happy about it?

I shook the thought from my head. I can live through this, I love this anime!

I looked out to admire the scenery. The district was disappearing and was replaced by trees and hills. I figured the camp was in the middle of nowhere.

When we arrived, we were ordered to line up in the courtyard, obviously to be yelled at by one of the commanders.

I looked around and bit my tongue to keep me from screaming. Not only was I in the Shingeki No Kyojin world but I was in it at the same time Eren and the others started training, too! Neither of the people on my left or right were the ones I've seen from the show but I knew the boy in front of me was Jean, it had to be Jean. I recognised the messy brown hair and tall, lean body from anywhere.

"You there!" Commander Shadis bellowed.

"Yes, sir!" I heard Armin reply.

Hearing Armin made me smile. I received a look from the boy on my right but I ignored him. As long as I wasn't seen fangirling over everything by Shadis, I'd be just fine.

I listened to the blaring conversations between Shadis and the trainees. And then I remembered. Where was I from?! I panicked. If he spoke to me, what would I say?! Can he tell where you're from? Is there a blatant difference between people from different districts?! Jeez, I didn't even know if my last name is the same as it is in person.

Shadis then bellowed at Jean, "Who are you?!"

"Jean Kirchstein, from Trost!" he bellowed back.

"What are you doing here?!" Shadis bellowed again.

"Uh…" Jean began. A smile tugged at my lips, remembering his expression and how adorable he looked in this scene, "joining the Military Police, for a life deep within the walls."

There was a brief silence.

"Oh, I see. You want to access the Interior?" Shadis said with sarcasm.

"Yes," Jean replied, not shouting this time.

Suddenly, Shadis headbutted Jean, almost making me laugh hysterically as he fell to the ground grasping his forehead. "Anyone who can't handle this will never make the Military Police!"

He looked up and his eyes bored into mine. I inhaled a sharp breath and gulped. He shouldn't be staring at me, he should be yelling at Marco!

Shadis stepped forward and yelled, "Row five, about face!"

Shadis was right in front of me and I could feel my cheeks go red with nervousness. He looked right at me and screamed, "You! Who are you and where are you from?!"