Dear Fans,

This is an edit/renewal of my third posted Hetalia fanfiction. I've finally been able to keep my word and find a time to actually write with Nellie like we have been unable to do until now. High school's difficult with APs and Honors galore, a lot of homework and things we're dedicated to, so please excuse our long absence.

It was my first cooperation story and my first not serious toned APH story, I had people send in their inserts and characters to play with the APH people. Throughout the time gone we both have matured, our jokes and views being more grown than when this was originally written, so please be prepared for that same lighthearted humor, just a bit more satirical and views on some characters have greatly changed with time as well. If it is at all an inconvenience we are dreadfully sorry, but this is the only way this story can continue. A full reform.

Love always,

Zeairu and Nellie

As a reminder, we as of now are still accepting inserts, leave them as a PM or a review for either of us to know. You will receive all credit for it being your character and/or self. Some may be used sparingly or not get in for the first few chapters since this is a reform of what we had. Please excuse this and enjoy.

Summary: What happens when one fanart ends up casting an actual spell bringing the Allies and Axis to our world? And during their stay in our reality they stumble upon all of the based works of themselves? /Self-Insertions and OCs, some back up and materials are very appreciated/ Credit is given to the Respective Owner(s)

Rating: T-M

Warnings: Shouen-ai/Shoujo-ai, Hetero couplessexuality, OCs, Fangirls, FanBased Works, Self Insertions, Randomness, Mild Language, Other

DISCLAIMER: WE DO NOT OWN Hetalia: Axis Powers, THE IDEA OF CHARACTERS FINDING THEIR OWN FANFICTIONS, DOUJINSHIS, FANARTS, ETC., OR THE OCs AND SELF-INSERTIONS DONATED. WE ONLY OWN A FEW JOKES, OUR TWO OCs AND SOME DIALOGUE!

Nellie: There has been plenty of warning that there are self-insertions and OCs present in this story. So no ignorant people are welcome to review some sort of flame and such because we have given too many warnings above. Kindly take what is left of your obviously wasted time and read or click that beautiful back button at the top of your screen, otherwise your lips are sworn to silence. You are honestly an idiot to read something with full knowledge that you won't be enjoying it, why waste your limited time? You are not being forced to read this, no one is holding a gun to your mindless skull, so you have no right to complain if you do not like this one aspect. Understood? Constructive criticism is well appreciated and is the only thing we give to anyone else. Bottom line being, respect us, our time, and our effort to bring a well loved piece back to life and we'll respect you. Obviously this little rant will not be pleasing to all, neither of us care, it's about time your runts learned manners. Good freaking day.

A Nation's Best Dream and Worst Nightmare... FANS!

Chapter One: Introduction and Issue

This whole mess began on a chilly day in the middle of winter in the grand USA, northeastern to be exact. It was always so dry, snowy, and cold in this long and uninspired season; just dragging its long legs on as the authors were victimized with little to no chance of inspiration... unfortunately I was in the category.

Originating from a warmer area my inspiration followed my regrettable downwards flow. I'd start getting ill the moment it started to get chilly, when I got ill I couldn't focus even more than usual; my inspiration soared in warmer seasons like my health and sanity, being one of those weird girls that rathered being cramped inside typing away than dancing in the sunlight improving my tan. As a writer I had an obligation, right? Ack, but that's far from our topic! Ahem, I'm going to tell you a story that livened up the dullness between New Years and spring, in fact it happened in the end of January, right as things subtly heated, or got even lonelier, for Valentine's Day. It changed the lives of so many fans, including my own, of the hit webcomic, turned manga, turned anime series Hetalia: Axis Powers.

I was in the middle of jotting down some fanfiction ideas that I knew weren't likely to ever be turned into anything, because it was winter, as well as reading some comics, looking and reading some fanmade works, the usual I'm-So-Bored fan routine. When randomly I received an email from my childhood friend Natalya, a fellow Hetalian and a fanartist who adored showing me her drawings, which normally consisted of only a pairing or a solo. Somehow I managed to talk her into doing an actual group portrait, she had finished it and, per usual, was gloating about how magnificent it was, even though I knew it probably was it gave me an excuse to get out of my house and look at it. When I got there, like I had predicted, it was better than she had gloated, so flawless at first glance, it was extraordinarily visible of how much care she put into her art.

"Hey dense one, want to sign it as well? It was your bribe after all."

"Uh... I guess it's fine. Where and what with?"

She spun in her chair to her locked desk drawer, taking off her necklace and unlocking it to remove a large box with a single pen. What was the point of such a space for the small object? No clue. Most things she did or had were of little sense to me though. But it was a really cool pen, it looked like a quill one that you'd dip in ink but weren't klutzy enough to knock over the ink reservoir so it was really fancy without the extra work! If that wasn't understandable, I hereby dub it the Awesomely-Lazy-And-Sexy-Pen!

"Use this pen and write in the corner under Japan's foot, yes right were my signature is. But if you write on his shoe or mess up my signature I'll kill you in your sleep." She hissed. And by the way, I always had doubts on if she was joking when using that word, but I'd never dare test it with how serious she looked. "D'accord, but don't lose your head!" I retorted, taking the pen from her pale hand and delicated signed my name with my horrid penmanship, Zeairu Anotoshi. When I returned the pen to her she was snickering, causing me to glower and dare pose the question of, "What's so funny?"

"Your writing makes Britain's food look edible!"

Speechless, absolutely speechless! That was such a distasteful insult, one of the worst ones to ever pass my eardrums and be directed at me, "Well at least my cooking isn't worse than his!"

"Don't you dare go there Amerikos!"

"Hey don't be derogatory! Are you trying to start something?!"

"Damn right I am now!"

This was usual by the way, happened almost every time we were in the same room together. Regardless she was to her feet in seconds, practically towering over me as we glared and lunged at one another. But we were interrupted from destroying one another when a burst of light blasted from the art, our eyes torn from each other and into that direction. "E-eh?!" A unified gasp went past us as we scrambled from one another and listened to the shouts and screams of men who one by one fell on the wooden floor. Nine in total. Now for anyone in the world we'd probably just turn and attack them, but this wasn't anyone in the world, not these men were a part of the world. The Axis and Allies.

"Hey Nellie."

"Yes Airu?"

"When did you literally become Britain?"

"Never imbecile. Why?"

"So I'm not insane, yes?"

"I question that."

"I'll ignore that statement for the time being. But you see them as well, correct?"

"If you're referring to the nine anime males sprawled across my bedroom floor like lab rats waiting to be tested on then yes, yes I do."

"So you didn't become Britain?"

"Nyet. But this is..."

Finally our composure gave way to bursts of fangirl screams and shouting, "SO FREAKING AWESOME!"

And that was the day that set in motion one of the biggest changes in our lives... forever. Yet I can't help but wonder if my prompting was the best or worst idea of my life... since things would get a little competitive around here.

Alright, prologue end. Please review. Ideas and characters are well used and supported. Just fill out the basic chart below, if not enough information is given, expect a message.

Nickname: (Prefers it having something to do with the FFN penname if possible)

Appearance: (What you look like physically, age and your clothing)

Personality: (What do you act like, tsundere, yandere, all those things, and if you have a hidden personality please explain)

Other: (Anything else?)

You can either put it as a review or as a PM to me, if you want to add or take away things later then PM me please and thank you.