So I have finally decided to make a fanfic. I wanted to post something because all I do on this site is fave everything I like. The story "Partisanship" by GoesKaboom gave me an idea for my story. "Defying Gravity" by SailorXPrincessXHalloween has inspired me to finally post the Ideas I had floating around my head. :) Please read the author notes at the end of the story as well. It reveals where I received the inspiration and ideas from, and I thought it might be interesting. The story is rated M for language chapters. :)

I don't own Hetalia. I only own my OCs.

Atlantis power walks past tourists taking snapshots of historical monuments on the street. Her golden eyes shifting left and right, looking past the strange looks people gives her as she's walking by. Her white and gold trimmed robes glistens as she plays with her long, dark blue hair. The golden wave designs on her robes gave an illusion of real shifting waves when she walks across the streets.

Her country, Atlantis, had been isolated for centuries. It used to be known as the most technological advanced country in the world. But, ever since the multiple disasters that struck Atlantis (earthquakes, tsunamis, wars, et cetera); it sunk to the very bottom of the ocean. Luckily, her magic, as well as others', had kept the civilization, and its citizens, from drowning. Now, only the countries' bosses and the country personifications themselves know that her country is real. The last time Atlantis went outside her city -before it was rediscovered by Italy- pirates roamed the seas.

"Those were some very fun times" she thinks with a Cheshire grin.

The world meeting in America had just ended -a pain in the ass in her opinion. The worst part: the same meeting is being rescheduled to next week. Germany felt there wasn't enough progress in the meeting, (Too many fights broke out this time) so, he called the meeting to an abrupt end. She was having a very nice chat with Hungary a few minutes after the meeting. She was reminding her about the girls only slumber party at her suite tonight. She gladly told Hungary she would be there tonight. They separated, and Atlantis left for the library she knew was nearby.

Atlantis wants to play a game called Black Ops II. She smiles as she recalls fond memories of harassing the Atlantian spy, Zale, to teach her how to play video games in general. The last game he taught her how to play was Black Ops, which was three days ago. But sadly, that lesson only lasted ten minutes before he had to run off for some information gathering mission, and she had to go to the World Conference meeting in America.

Atlantis bristly walks into the library, focused on her self-assigned 'mission.' The library's newly refurbished book returns desks shines like newly polished wood. The rest of the room itself seems to lack in care. The computers appear to be a few years outdated compared to the new computers in the stores. The book cases have scratches and random initials carved in it. The sky blue wallpaper peels off more as a boy obnoxiously peels off the rips in it. Atlantis walks up to the books return desk, putting on the best smile she could. The slouched librarian at the desk glanced from the computer to Atlantis, munching on some chocolate. Swallowing the chocolate, the librarian broadly asks, "How can I help you, miss?"

"I would like to know the location of the new video game room, please." Atlantis says, eyeing the chocolate bar in the librarian's hand.

The librarian, raising an eyebrow at her formal speech, points behind him and says, "It's back there. You do know that room is only for eleven to seventeen year olds, right?"

Ignoring the last part, the dark blue haired girl walks around the desk toward the back of the library. She walks past bookcases with some strange homeless people on the way, blabbing about an upcoming zombie apocalypse. "And I thought the homeless people back home were fucking weird when they smack each other with spoiled fish" she thought to herself.

Hidden by some bookcases, she finds the video game room she was looking for. Grinning, she was about to walk into the room when she notices a sign. She frowns a bit. "I'll just have to fix that." She thinks with a mischievous grin. Ripping the sign off, she flips it to the back and writes "Only 18+." Atlantis adds a winking smiley face under it. She strolls into the room and barricades the poorly lit room with boxes.

Sitting down in front of the Playstation, she inserts the Blacks Ops game she borrowed from Zale. She puts on her headset, loads the game, and prepares to play. Atlantis knows that even though she doesn't know how to play the game very well, since she's still a beginner, it'll still be fun playing against other people on Wi-Fi.

The so called men Atlantis played against were sexist bastards. Every single fucking time the guys she met heard her voice, they either tell her to go back to the kitchen to make them a fucking sandwich, or, try to flirt with her, nonstop. The most disgusting and revolting pickup lines known to man were used in these encounters. Those pick up lines can't ever be erased from her mind. One of them even had the nerve to ask for some nude pictures of her! She screamed at him something like porn being invented for losers like him.

"These animals act as though they have never heard a woman before!" Atlantis thinks bitterly. Sure, there were some guys that didn't care about her gender, but thinking about those other guys put her into a foul mood again. They mocked her skills saying, "Girls suck at video games."

Focusing her attention back on the screen, she continued to play. She is determined to not let those sexist bastards ruin her gaming time. Using the controller, she moves to hide inside a building, and then she is shot dead.

"Ha ha ha! The hero always wins!" a player loudly declares on the headset.

Atlantis froze. "It couldn't be..," Atlantis quickly asks, "Is that you Amer-" she is cut off by the player's voice.

"You have a high pitch voice, dude! You know, you could be mistaken for a girl!"

"I'm female."

"oh…"

"America, it's me, Atlantis."

"Aren't ya a little too uptight for this game?"

"It's on, douchebag!"

After many humiliating deaths in the game, Atlantis sits slouching, glaring at the TV screen. She was grumbling about America's hardcore skills. He was able to get give her a headshot…...as he was free-falling from a building. She was still wondering how that was even possible. She was also thinking how huge of a coincidence it was to meet America, of all people, on Wi-Fi. Of the billions of people playing, it should have been impossible to fight against him! This shouldn't have happened.

Suddenly, the door is burst open. The barricade crumbles from the sheer force of the door. The boxes abruptly fall to the sides. The numerous books inside them scatter across the floor. Light quickly engulfs the dark room. Atlantis hisses at the horrible, painful light blinding her golden eyes. She pathetically attempts to cover her eyes from the light.

A tall man in his early twenties with unruly short, black hair storms into the room with a fierce expression. His dark blue and black military uniform shuffling harshly with each step.

"Is this where you have been for the past seven hours, Master Atlantis!? You were supposed to return to the hotel five hours ago! I had to run everywhere looking for you!" the man seethes with anger. He stops to stare at Atlantis' face. She has dark bags under her eyes. The red veins around her eyes emphasize the irrational and animal look on her face. Her scowl appears as if she will murder him if he even thinks of trying to remove her from this room.

Rubbing his eyes in irritation, he bluntly says, "Master Atlantis, I'm here to escort you back to your hotel room. Please take my hand." He holds his hand out to her as he finishes talking. Atlantis just stares at it. She seems lost in her thoughts for a little, then, she grabs his hold and allows him to pull her up. She stumbles a bit, her legs crying from pain from sitting crossed legged for hours on end, and nearly crashes into him. The man holds her arms to steady her as she regains feeling in her legs.

"Thanks, Zale. Escort me back to my hotel room, please." says Atlantis when she is able to stand by herself. "By the way, we are dropping by this lovely store I passed by on my way here. I require a special item from there." Zale raises an eyebrow at this. Ignoring his look, she walks past him and exits the room. Zale quickly follows after her.

As they both exit, a couple is off by the side staring after them for a few moments. The couple glances at the sign, back to the Atlantians, and back to the sign again. The boyfriend grins and wraps an arm around his girlfriend's waist. With a perverted grin, the boyfriend remarks, "I want to get it on in a library, too. I don't know many people who can say they did it in there."

The drive back to the hotel is silent. The night is dark with only the street lamps for a source of light. Teenagers prowl the night, laughing, in their groups. When the car stops at a red light, Zale clenches the steering wheel for a moment. He pauses and looks behind him at Atlantis. Her face is blank of emotions as she stares out the windows. The hand lightly supporting her face twitches now and then. Zale assumes that Atlantis is thinking very hard about something. Focusing his attention back to the front, he quickly shakes his head.

"I know I don't want to know what she's plotting this time." Zale thinks with slight shivers tingling down his spine. He remembers the last time he disturbed her when she was brainstorming. It is the only time he sees her actually reveal her furry. The light turns green and Zale drives on toward their destination.

Atlantis stands in front of hotel room 205 in her black night robe clutching her Twinkie-shaped pillow and her blue, crystal necklace in her other hand. The Atlantian lets go of her hold on her necklace and softly knocks on the door. She hears a "Coming!" and some shuffling. The door opens and there stands Hungary in her brown and green pajamas. The Hungarian's eyes brighten at her presence. Atlantis is suddenly pulled into a tight hug. "You're here! I thought something horrible happened to you when I noticed you weren't in your room." Hungary exclaims. The dark blue haired woman awkwardly returns the hug. She still couldn't get use to getting hugs from people. "Please come inside. Everyone is inside waiting for you."

Atlantis, feeling a little embarrassed about being late, apologizes. "My apologies, I should have arrived sooner." She follows Hungary inside the room. Once inside, she spots Ukraine, Belarus, and Liechtenstein in their pajamas sitting on a beautiful gold rug in a circle. Seeing the Hungarian taking a spot next to Liechtenstein, Atlantis follows her lead and takes a seat next to Ukraine. "I like your pillow, Atlantis" Liechtenstein kindly smiles. "Thank you, Liechtenstein," replies Atlantis with a sincere smile.

"I want to find big brother!" huffs Belarus as she glares in front of her. Since Atlantis was sitting in front of her, she felt the coldness of the glare. She shudders from it. She had never felt so intimidated by another person like Belarus-and Russia-, but mostly Belarus. Just seeing that murderous look in her eyes made her want to escape from the room. But she puts on a poker face and pretends Belarus' glare doesn't bother her.

Hungary perks up in the slightly awkward silence. "So Atlantis, what took you so long in the library?" Atlantis meets Hungary's eyes and her eyes widen a little. She quickly schemes in her mind her plan. She knows she needs some 'Allies' for help succeeding in her plan. Hopefully, if she plays her cards right, (and some luck) she could be able to recruit them. Ending her calculating thoughts, she smiles.

Shifting a little in her spot, the Atlantian says, "Oh, I was playing Black Ops two in the library. I borrowed the game from a friend and I wanted to play it in the library, since, I don't own a Play Station 3 at home." She watches everyone's reaction. She notices Hungary's look of shame on her face. Ukraine asks with concern in her voice, "You've spent several hours playing Black Ops?"

Atlantis swiftly lies with the smile still on her face, "Of course not. I've only played for an hour. I went to the mall first. I found this cute pillow there." She holds up her Twinkie pillow for everyone to see and gives it a small squeeze. Actually, she bought the pillow at the mall two days ago, but they didn't need to know that 'small' detail. It's not like they were ever going to ask this same question again. It's a good thing she used her Atlantian eye drops to get rid of the red veins in her eyes. They wouldn't believe her with those red eyes. She is confident they were not going to find out. "I was just wondering this, but, do you play Black Ops, Hungary?"

Hungary blushes a little at this question. "Yes. I caught Prussia in one of the guest bedrooms in Austria's house playing Black Ops; he had fallen asleep playing the game. I was a little curious about the game and decided to play it. I became a little addicted to it ever since." Hungary looks a little sheepish at her confession. "I can't play in the same room as him because he's so sexist about it." She fumes, gripping her frying pan. Atlantis wonders where the hell that frying pan came from. Maybe magic?

Liechtenstein makes a small gasp. "Big brother said it was a bad game." Belarus pipes in with her own comment. "I learned my best techniques from Black Ops." The room fills with a very awkward silence. Atlantis hopes Belarus is referring to her stalking techniques. She glances at everyone and notices her opportunity quickly fading. She has to say something fast before someone changes the topic. If that were to happen, it would be too awkward and suspicious to try to bring it up again.

"There is something good about Black Ops, Liechtenstein." Atlantis faces Liechtenstein. "It's good for pranks." Confused, Ukraine asks, "Pranks?" Atlantis brightens up. It seems the topic hasn't died yet. She still has a chance to turn this to her favor.

"Yes, pranks. I heard girls do pranks on others at sleepovers, so, why not us? It would be fun." Atlantis notices that all the girls are currently giving her their undivided attention, curiosity gleaming in their eyes as they watch her speak. She continues with her speech. "Remember America announcing at the meeting today about his so-called 'awesome' Black Ops Night?" At this, they all nod. "Well, why don't we crash their little party? Knowing those men, they're still playing. Let's play a little 'game' with them." She finishes with a grin.

"What do you mean by 'game', Atlantis? Also, are you sure we should do this?" says Hungary.

Recalling the Hungarian's earlier comment about Prussia, the Atlantian coolly replies, "Well, let's just say that we'll play Black Ops with them. I know for a fact that Prussia will be there. We should teach him a lesson. The 'men' on Black Ops are really sexist." Hungary's anger lights up in her eyes. She brings her frying pan out again. "Count me in" Hungary says as she taps her frying pan. Atlantis turns toward the others, smiling, "You girls should take part in the prank. It would be really fun."

Belarus, seeming to think it over, coldly says" Fine, I'm in. I need to get revenge on America anyway for getting too close to my future husband."

Ukraine sighs. "I'll join too, then. It's a good thing I played the game with Belarus a few times." "You won't regret it." Atlantis replies.

All the girls turn towards Liechtenstein. Liechtenstein becomes a little nervous at all the attention she receiving. "But big brother says only delinquents play games like Black Ops." She shyly looks away. Atlantis gently says, "Were are not delinquents and we play Black Ops. Switzerland is using a stereotype to label us Black Ops players as bad people. You do not think we're bad, right?" Liechtenstein replies shyly with a "no."

Atlantis claps her hands together. "That's good. Don't worry about not knowing how to play; I'll give you a quick tutorial."

"I'll help you too!"

"I'll help as well."

"I guess I'll give you a few pointers."

Perfect. Atlantis inwardly gives an evil laugh. She hugs her Twinkie pillow tightly. She couldn't wait to get her revenge on America for the "uptight" comment. Sure, she was more pissed at the sexist bastards than him, but, he is the only guy she can seek revenge on. She knows where he lives; it's more convenient. She is not going to hunt down strangers. That's too much trouble for a bunch of losers. Her boss said she needs to establish friendly relations, so this is her way of doing it. (Well, he specifically wants alliances and for her to not piss anyone off.)

"I have some resources we can use. Here's what and how we're doing."

Atlantis, wearing a dark purple cloak and mask, readies herself. She is glad she made Zale pull over to a store after they left the library. She has all the supplies she needs for the prank: the dark purple cloak; a strange white, grinning mask with a long chin; one headset; a PS3; and five controllers. It is a good thing she remembered to bring Zale's Black Ops game. While thinking of Zale, she glances in his direction. Zale is currently setting up the equipment, and mumbling to himself how she's wasting his talents on silly missions such as this.

Atlantis sees all the girls sitting in front of Hungary's TV screen, with the controllers in their hands. "Is everyone ready?" A varying of responses of "yes" in their native languages satisfies her. "Remember not to laugh or speak too hard. The men might hear us if we do." The Atlantian walks to her laptop set up ready for her.

It is a simple, sleek black laptop propped up on an oak desk. She sits down, adjusts her headset and disguise, and gives Zale the signal. "You know what to do." "Yes, Master Atlantis." he says bitterly. He starts rapidly typing on his laptop. The TV screen in front of the girls blinks in on a group of solders. Belarus looks in Atlantis' direction, and Atlantis nods. Belarus smirks and starts the assault. The others fall suit. The screams and yelling follow. The girls constantly attack the men. The counterattack from the men fails to kill them.

"What the fuck!? Who's shooting us?"

"Who dares ambush the awesome me!"

"Chigi! Who's the stupidos attacking us?!"

"Ce que l'enfer!?"

Zale points at Atlantis, she nods and looks directly into the webcam. He presses a button on his laptop. Atlantis' laptop screen flashes and shows America, Prussia, Romano, France, Spain, and China gasping at the screen. America, Prussia, Romano, and France are sitting on an old couch holding the controllers. Spain is sitting on the floor next to Romano with a churro sticking out of his mouth. China nearly drops the plate of dumplings on the floor.

"Hello, I am S." says Atlantis' distorted and masculine voice. She chose S because is the last letter in her name. A reminded her of some American TV drama she saw on TV once. She made sure beforehand to change her speech pattern and choice of words. She didn't want to risk the chance of them recognizing her. The game would be ruined.

Romano furiously stands up from his seat and jabs his index finger at the screen. "Who the fuck do you think you are, you damn hacker! Attacking us for no good reason!"

Atlantis' distorted chuckles echo in the headset. "As I said before, I am S. I want to have some fun." America abruptly stands up. "I recognize that mask anywhere!" Atlantis stiffens a bit. "Shit. He didn't see me buy the mask, did he?"

"It's the Anonymous troll mask! You guys are Anonymous hackers!" America dramatically exclaims as he points at the screen. Atlantis pauses for a few moments. "Anonymous? What the fuck is that? I'll play along then. I'll ask someone later."

"Yes, we are. We are here to play, kids. You guys are my chosen victims: the chosen ones. We're going to destroy your kill streak whenever you're online."

"You Bastard! You won't get away with this 'cause I'm the hero! And with my sidekicks" "We're not your sidekicks, aru!" "we'll kick your guys' ass!"

Atantis, wanting to screw around with America's mind, has a devious thought. "Impossible. I am justice." America looks like he's about to retort when she cuts the connection. She removes her mask and grins at her accomplices. "That was fun, right girls?" Laughs echo around the room.

Liechtenstein nods. "It was so much fun! I don't understand why big brother won't let me play this game." Liechtenstein turns her attention back to the screen. "I want to continue playing."

"I think it's time to go to sleep now. It's pretty late and we need to rest." Hungary places her hand on Liechtenstein's shoulder. Liechtenstein shakes her head. "You can go to sleep, I'll keep playing."

Hungary looks to Ukraine for help. Ukraine walks over to Liechtenstein. "You need to rest your eyes. Playing video games too long is bad for the eyes." She shakes her head again. Atlantis sighs in irritation and tries to give a friendly smile. She walks over to Liechtenstein. "Liechtenstein, you can play again later. Besides," Atlantis pats Liechtenstein's back, "We have plenty of time to play with the chosen ones." They start laughing.

"Why couldn't you girls play Mario Kart instead? That's easier to hack" complains Zale. Atlantis humors him. "Its gives you some more hacking experience to put on your résumé. Don't worry, I'll be sure to tell your boss to give you a promotion for this."

"Atlantis, now that I think about it, don't you think Switzerland will get mad at us for Liechtenstein's Black Ops addiction?" Hungary seems a little worried about this thought.

"As long as we keep our mouths closed, he'll never know it was us. You won't snitch on us, right Liechtenstein?" Atlantis asks her. "Of course," Liechtenstein smiles.

For one week, Atlantis, Hungary, Belarus, Ukraine, and Liechtenstein –mostly herself- spent the entire time "trolling" the chosen ones. (She loves the word trolling now. It's now close to her heart.) She did her research on this Anonymous group. It explained why he recognized the mask. It was hilarious to hear their frustrated screams and cursing. They didn't catch on that it was them all along. She knew they tried to catch the laptop's signal and jam it. Luckily, Zale was able to counter all their attempts.

Operation Troll Face Trolling is a success.

The meeting had ended and she sees America upset in his seat. She gets up from her seat and walks to him. Once she's standing right next to him, she putd her face down. "What is it you Americans say? 'What's up homedog'?" America chuckles and glances up "Oh, hey Atlantis."

Atlantis wants to pry into his thoughts and know his reactions to Operation Troll Face Trolling. "What is wrong, America. You seem upset for some reason." The melancholy returns to his face. "Some hackers thought it would be fun to screw around with me and some of the nations on Black ops. The leader calls himself S."

"That sounds awful, America. Have you done anything about it?"

"We tried to track the signal, but it keeps getting jammed. I don't know if I can keep playing Black Ops if this keeps happening. It's my favorite game too" He seems genuinely upset at this.

Atlantis starts feeling a little guilty. "Maybe the prank did go a little too far," she thinks glumly. "Good thing we agreed to stop trolling them the day before the world conference meeting began." Hoping to console him, she hesitantly rubs his back. She heard that physical contact is good for cheering up sad people. "It's going to be okay. I'm sure they'll get bored and leave you alone soon. Besides, they cannot harass you forever, America." She smiles at him with sincere eyes.

America smiles. "Thanks for trying to cheer me up, Lanti." Her right hand twitches at her newly dubbed nickname. He stands up and gives her a hug, lifting her up from the ground. Atlantis' eyes widens at his hug. She starts feeling nervous and squirms in his grip. "You're welcome. Now, please let me down." "Not until you hug me back" He gives her an extra squeeze. She wraps her arms around his chest awkwardly and hugs him back weakly. America gently places her down on the ground.

"I'm sorry about the uptight comment. France told me you hate being called that. Wanna come over to my place sometime and play Black Ops?" America looks hopeful at her. Atlantis, not wanting to disappoint him, replies, "I forgive you. I would love to play with you."

France waltzes behind them and wraps an arm around one of their shoulders. "Ohononon. Looks like Amerique is getting some action soon." He winks at America. Atlantis and America both blush badly at his words. They mumble incoherent denials but France won't listen.

England storms over to France and yanks him away from them. "Dammit you bloody frog! Stop making sexual innuendos!" France runs away laughing, with England chasing him with his hands outstretched, ready to choke him when he gets close enough. Atlantis and America awkwardly look at each other. America coughs into his hand. "So, I'll see you later?" "Yes, later." Atlantis bolts out the meeting room.

The Atlantian makes a few turns in the hallways and comes to a stop. She leans against a wall and sighs. "This alliance crap is harder than I thought it would be. I better get used to it, though. I have an ominous feeling more similar events are going to happen in the future." She hears footsteps heading in her direction. She perks up and sees Liechtenstein walking with Switzerland following her.

"Big brother, I want to go home and play Black Ops! Let's hurry." Liechtenstein hurries past Atlantis and says a quick goodbye. Right when Switzerland was about to pass her, Atlantis gives a polite "Hello." She hears him mumble, "When I find out who introduced her Black Ops, I'll make sure not to miss when they trespass on my property."Atlantis pales and stays frozen as he turns a corner to catch up with Liechtenstein.

"Looks as though I'm not confessing anytime soon…not in this lifetime, hell no…."

It took a long time to get this first chapter out. The timeline starts roughly around 15 years since Atlantis has been rediscovered and reintroduced into the modern era. She has been learning more about this new society and she is still trying to get used to it. Atlantis was inspired by the Disney movie: Atlantis: The Lost Empire. So, it will have slight similarities to it.

This was sort of like an introduction of Atlantis, my oc, to the Hetalia cast. Atlantis tries to present a serious persona, but inside, she's silly and childish. Which, she doesn't like to admit. Each chapter will slowly show her character and Atlantis' history since her country's disappearance from the world. It'll be here and there. I didn't want to give you guys an info dump in one chapter.

Black Ops II. My female friends told me some stories about their experience playing males using Wi-Fi. Not all males playing are sexist bastards. Some don't even care you're a girl. Beware, some curse a lot, too. I don't remember if their experiences involved Black Ops or Modern Warfare. It's been months since the last time I asked them.

(Note: I don't play either of these games. Therefore, I can't confirm which one it was unless I ever ask them again. I do recall them saying they made an all female guild. It was their support group. They also added they couldn't walk into a tavern and talk unless they wanted to be hit with perverted pick up lines.)

The headshot-while-falling-off-a-building story is true. That happened to one of them. Apparently that guy was from a hardcore and famous guild. You have to be very hardcore and skilled in order to be invited to join. The nude photo question is also true. The sandwich story too. Atlantis added her own commentary, though. :D

Yes, I made a small reference to Pretty Little Liars. Originally, S was going to be A, but, I remembered my conversation asking my friend for a summary for Pretty Little Liars. I wanted to change it to S instead. (All I know is A is trying to kill a group of girls. That's it. This conversation started because I found a Pretty Little Liars book in our school's library and I asked my friend about it. I remembered the commercials about the show.)

I can't believe I posted my first story. Hopefully, my writing skills improve as each chapter is posted. I need to go re-watch some Hetalia episodes now…