*Disclaimer - I do not own hetalia or Scattered.*

Warning- Because I don't want Violet to be so OOC (or at least to me like that), she curses (or, at least tries to) I think twice in this chapter.

Konichiwaa. I hope you will forgive me for making the wait so long. After homework comes projects, and after projects comes my trombone, and after Tromboney (Yes, I named him/her/it/gender-neutral-thingy.) comes basketball, and after that some other jizz. Anyways, here's one of my favorite chapters!

Jasmine takes a few steps away from the Japanese man, and says, "I think that means... Let's go people!" How I couldn't agree more! She sprints off in a random direction as the rest of us follow. I hear the policeman's footsteps as he is trailing behind us, and talking into what seems like a walkie-talkie, probably calling for back up.

Both America and England excessively curse so much that they make Romano seem innocent. In front of me, Canada makes his own attempt at cussing. "Maple!"

I run as fast as my legs could carry me, being very slow considering the crowd of people around us. Then, Jay has an idea. "Guys, split up!" he orders. "They can't catch all of us!"

"But some of us can't be alone!" Jasmine worries. She's right; a few of us would never find our way in the city.

Then, I have a major light-bulb moment. "Then split into pairs!" I suggest, silently hoping that we can actually out run these crazy cops.

Everyone silently agrees, and we split into four pairs, running in completely distinct directions. I'm not sure who went with who, but I end up with America.

With I dry mouth, I take deep breaths, talking to myself as I go. "Holy... Friggin' cr-"

"Dude, why can't I throw something at the cop?" America complains as we run around another busy block with crowded sidewalks. Serious, why are there so many people here!?

I take a deep breath, pant actually, and respond in a raspy voice, "We can't. We'll be even more wanted. It's bad enough that this dude is chasing us for nothing."

America nods and keeps running at his steady pace, meanwhile, I'm dying on the inside.

Eventually, we run into an empty alley way, and lose the cop in the dark shadows. Relieved, I turn to America, who is grinning from ear to ear. I try my best to resist squealing. But he looks just... Cute~ I keep myself composed, and ask, "What?"

"You just said 'Dude' like I do," America giggles like a school-girl.

I suddenly realize that he's right, and snicker a little, even if I'm technically laughing at myself. "I did, didn't I? Dude, I say that a lot. It's one of my, as Selena says, 'catchphrases.'"

"You have more?" America asks intently.

"Yeah," I reluctantly admit, scratching the back of my head.. "They're 'Beats me,' 'That's easy,' and 'Oh well.' Selena keeps track of all of them."

"Huh," America giggles out. Done with that conversation, he stands up and makes his way to the end of the alley. I see his head look left, right, and left again. Once he finishes, he turns back to me and gives a thumbs up. "It's all clear!" I join him at the mouth of the alley way, and hear him ask himself. "I wonder what Selena's catchphrase is."

I brush off the question with a "beats me". How the hell am I supposed to kn-

"Selena was right. 'Beats me' is one of your catchphrases." America adds a laugh as he says this.

I playfully roll my eyes a bit, and give the blond besides me a quick nudge. "Hey, I only said that in front of you once." I make sure to put an emphasis on "once".

We continued walking from there, then America stopped in his tracks. Curious as to what gained the American's attention, I make my way besides him, and I see it. There is a poster with many Japanese letters I can't understand, and photos of some people. These people aren't just any people, though. My jaw drops when it hits me. "Hey, those people look like… us!" H-holy crapola! This is freaky! I look over the bulletin again, calming down a bit. "Well, I don't have glasses in this picture, and you have a mole near the end of your face. Everyone here looks like us except one or two unnoticeable differences. Jasmine and Canada aren't even here. I wonder what the poster says…" This is great; just great. There's pictures of people who look almost exactly like us and we can't even underst-

"'Criminals'"

"What?" I turn to face America, who seems to be reading the Japanese words.

"It says, 'Criminals,'" America repeats. He lost me again. "'...if you see any of these criminals, call the police immediately. They're wanted for murder and robbery.' Sheesh and they think those people are us?"

Now I get it! That police man thought we're these dudes, so he decided to go after us! But, there is one more thing on my mind, "Hold on," I add, dramatically using hand gestures as I always do. "How were you able to read that?" I mean, seriously, how did he do that?

"There are lots of different types of people at my place I learned their languages so I can talk to them." Well, that makes sense.

"Huh." I give an idea some thought. "Does that mean we have to disguise ourselves or something?"

"I guess so…" The blond seems to agree with me. "You have a phone, right?"

I reach into my pocket and reach for my cell. "Right here," I indicate, waving it around a little. "Why?"

"We should probably call the others," America decides. "We need to find out where each of them are and meet each of them wherever."

"How will they figure out where they are?" I inquire, making sure to give him something to think over. "They can't read the signs; everyone except you can't read Japanese!"

"They won't read the signs," America smoothly responds, resolving the issue with ease. "They'll just describe where they are. We'll back track to where we split up. Then, we'll follow the path the certain pair took and find the described place."

"Wow," I can't help but grin a bit. "And they call you the typical American."

"Well, this hero proved them wrong then!" America returns the favor and smiles brightly. "You should call Selena first."

"Sure." Having Selena on speed-dial, I quickly call her cell and wait patiently for her to answer.

As soon as I hear her voice, I know she didn't pick up.

"Hey," greets Selena's pre-recorded voice. "You've reached Selena Mendiola's-that's me- phone number. She, I mean, I will pick up soon. Please, listen to the music while you wait!"

Just as the message finishes, I hear the most recognizable tune in the world.

Nee, nee Papa,

wain wo choudai!

Nee, nee Mama;

Nee, nee Mama!

Magikarp. I. Must. Resist. The urge...

Marukaite Chikyuu~

Marukaite Chikyuu~

Marukaite Chikyuu~

Boku Hetalia~

I bring my lips close together to keep from singing along to that familiar song. No, I'm not gonna sing it; not now at least.

Marukaite Chikyuu!

Jitto shite chikyuu!

Hyotto shite chikyuu!

Boku Hetalia~

I frown in displeasure. I seriously need to let go and sing along already, yet I know I can't because then I'll just look stupid in front of America, and that isn't good in my opinion. Unfortunately, I let my lips loose too soon and before I know it, I'm singing the final word out loud.

He-ta-li-a~~~

As I smile, I turn to see America with a questioning look. My smile diminishes. Yep, I think I might have freaked him out a little...

"Hello?" Okay, this is the real Selena.

"Hey! Are you guys alright?" I quickly ask, hoping for a good answer.

"Put 'em on speaker," America whispers, gesturing the my phone. I nod and do as I'm told.

"Yeah, we're fine," Jasmine says in a strangely sing-song tone.

"Where are you guys exactly?" America questions.

"Well, we're in an alley between… We're between two gray buildings. The alley has a one door and a dumpster on my right side. Why?"

"We're going to try to find everyone," I answer. America and I quickly explain the plan and why we were forced into this mess.

"Seriously?" Selena scoffs. "And it's just because of doppelgangers? Wow… So what do we do? Those policemen might still be after us… Do we go in disguise?"

"I guess so," America says, sounding as if in distress. "How are we going into a disguise though? We don't have any money for makeovers!"

After a few more seconds, I hear Jasmine's voice from the other side of the phone. "Selena! Check this out!"

"Hang on a second." With that, Selena coves the receiver. After what seems like years, I hear Selena's voice again.

"Guys, I found our solution."

There you people go~ Once of my favorite chapters, up and goin'! Now, excuse me while I start working on my report that's due next week...

This is why you need to exercise Violet. You'll never know when cops'll chase you and try to get yo ass 'cause you look like a criminal. ._. *shot* Okay, I'm done now.

Goin' off to read sheet music for Tromboney,

Cordelia Rosencrantz