So ya….had a crazy dream last night and decided to write it out! Gonna be interesting…that's for sure!

Sadly I do not own Hetalia….

Intro:

You are one of the only female nations. America has decided (once again) to throw a crazy, spontaneous party and you were invited…20 minutes before it started. Cursing Alfred and his stupidity, you rush to your closet and hope you have something decent to wear. Thankfully, the black cocktail dress you bought was still hung, unworn, in the back.

Somehow, against all odds, the dress slid in with ease. The hem brushed the tops of your knees and the bodice was made of fitted lace. Running back to the bathroom, you quickly throw your hair up in a clip and apply minimal makeup. Within 15 minutes you're ready to go. Grabbing your black heels and matching clutch, you manage to make it to the car without falling and breaking your leg.

You pull up to Alfred's house, or mansion, (either description worked) and saw that everyone was here already. Strapping on your heels, you saunter up to the front doors. You knock politely, hoping someone heard you, when the door was thrown open by the hero himself.

"You made it!" he screeched in your ear, leaving a ringing in its wake. You're thrown into the middle of the room to where the dancing was taking place. You move to the rhythm of whatever song was playing. It was in Japanese, so you didn't know the lyrics. After a while, you go and mingle by the food table.

A buffet was lined up against the wall. All kinds of food from all the nations were proudly represented with a flag stating where it originated from. You snag some food from your own nation and began to chow down when Alfred got everyone's attention.

"Alright duds!" he shouted through the microphone, "We're going to play a little game! Everyone put something in the bag!" he held up a McDonald's bag. One by one, the nations dropped something into the bag, grumbling about what this could possibly be. You started to space out. The last time you participated in one of Alfred's "games" you ended up tied to a chair.

All of a sudden, someone pushes you to the front of the crowd.

"There she is!" the rambunctious nation crooned, "Now we can get started! Pick something from the bag!" as you reach in, very, very bad feeling washes over you.