A/N: I... I failed... *collapses*

I... failed the accents... especially Japan's...

But... this... needed to be uploaded...

Now, let me hide in the corner all depressed from this epicly failed chapter.

Maybe I'll come later and edit it... or something...

Brock put a hand on his chin in thought. "Why didn't we notice you before?"

Canada shrugged, brushing it off, as if it were normal. "Eh, it happens all the time. The others never really seem to notice me or remember my name..."

"Really? Aw, you poor thing!" Dawn cooed, petting Canada on the head.

"You don't have to do that, I'm fine, really," he said, blushing.

Germany looked at the three travelers, ignoring America's protests that the 'hero' was being ignored because of his 'hat'. "Now that we've introduced ourselves, we vould like to know a bit about you three."

"Okay!" Ash said enthusiastically. "I'm Ash Ketchum, best Pokemon master of them all!" he threw a fist into the air, his Pikachu exclaiming "Pika!" for emphasis. "I'm going to go to the Sinnoh League and-"

"Stop telling these poor Pokemon your life story, Ash," Dawn interrupted, her eyes narrowed in boredom, her hand still stroking Canada (which was the center of a lot of jealousy from a certain angry Piplup). "It's not that interesting, anyways."

Ash turned on her. "Then tell them your 'interesting'-" here he made air quotes- "life story instead, Dawn!" he growled.

"Sure! I will!" Dawn stood up, then flashed a pose. "I'm Dawn, a Pokemon Coordinator! The best in Sinnoh, of course! I'm going to-"

"See?" Ash interjected. "Another 'interesting' life story." he smirked.

Dawn tensed. "Shut up!"

Before a fight could start, however, Brock spoke up. "Hey, guys," he began. Brock shielded his eyes while looking at the sky and frowned. "We'd better set up camp soon; night's coming pretty quickly."

Ash turned to the Pokemon- the Axis and Allies- and smiled. "Hey, you guys want to hang out with us for a little bit?"

All heads turned to the Umbreon, who just shrugged. "I guess so. It's not as if we have anyvhere else to go."

Ash grinned. "Awesome!"

As the sun dipped over the horizon, throwing ribbons of red, pink, and purple over the darkening sky, Brock was smiling and humming as he prepared the pasta for dinner, not noticing the Eevee that had (somehow) climbed onto his shoulder.

"Ooh!" Brock heard a voice gasp next to him, and turned in surprise to see Italy beaming over his chopping. "What are you making?"

"Hm? Oh, pasta." he said.

Italy's grin grew brighter as he heard his favorite word. "PASTA?! I love pasta, ve~! It's the best thing in the world!" Italy squealed happily, and Brock couldn't help but smile at his contagious glee.

"You like pasta, don't you? Hey, you can some when I'm done cooking, okay?"

"Ve~! Sure! But can I cook it instead?" Italy asked hopefully, and Brock abruptly stopped what he was doing. He wasn't sure if he had heard correctly.

"What?"

"I asked if I could cook it instead. Don't worry, Mr. Brock! Ve~! I'm a great cook! A lot better than England's scones, that's for sure! His cooking sucks." There it was again, cooking. Brock remembered it being mentioned when the Braviary and the Persian- America and England, he remembered- were arguing.

It was odd, especially for them being Pokemon, but it was better not to question it and he could think about it later; he'd talk to Ash and Dawn about it.

"A-are you sure?" Brock ask hesitantly, though he could already guess the Eevee's answer.

"Of course!" And before Brock could protest, Italy had grabbed the knife from Brock's hand- sending extreme 'danger' alerts through Brock's mind- shoved him out of the way and had already began chopping up the veggies himself.

For a moment, Brock was worried for Italy's safety, thinking he didn't know how to work with a knife, but stopped when he saw Italy comfortably chopping all of the food expertly, as if it were something he had done for all of his life.

Brock decided to join the others and not think about it.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice the three pair of eyes watching the helpless Eevee...

"Move out of the way!"

"Hey, watch it!"

"ACK! You're messing up my hair!"

"Guys?" James said, oblivious to his two teammates' bickering. "Did you see that Eevee just talk?"

Two heads whirled around to look at him, eyebrows raised in confusion and surprise.

"What?" both Jessie and Meowth said simultaneously.

Meowth blinked. "I thought were were watching the twerps because of the nine new Pokemon they found."

Jessie inhaled deeply. "And to get some of that delicious food that twerp Brock's cooking... mmm, that smells better than it usually does."

"That's because an Eevee is cooking it."

This caught Team Rocket's attention completely. "WHAT?!"

"That's impossible." Meowth insisted. "Pokemon can't cook! Even I can't, and I'm a talking Pokemon!"

James shrugged. "Take a look for yourself," he said, handing them the binoculars.

Jessie snatched it quickly from James' hands, Meowth struggling to get it from her, and peeked through the lenses.

To her surprise, she didn't see Brock cooking- instead, in his place, was a small Eevee, his eyes closed happily and a blissful smile stretched across his face. He had an interesting curl that made him looked pretty cute, but what really stuck out was what he was doing.

He was cooking.

The seemingly useless- if not pretty adorable- Eevee was expertly stirring a pot of what smelled like genuine, delectable, pasta. The smells of tomatoes, olive oil, basil, and garlic hung in the air, as well as the fresh aroma of boiling spaghetti- it was heaven on earth.

It smelled amazing.

It smelled absolutely beautiful.

And Team Rocket wanted it.

Team Rocket's eyes sparkled as they breathed in the beautiful aroma, drool rolling off their tongues. And, as always, Meowth had a (supposedly) brilliant idea.

"Hey! The Boss would really love it if we got him an Eevee that could cook!"

All three of their minds wandered into a fantasy dream-like world as the imagined the possibilities a cooking Eevee could do for their lives.

"The Boss would wake up every morning and he'd be hungry for a nice, delicious breakfast."

"'I would really like a nice plate of pancakes to start off this lovely morning,' the Boss would say. When he walks into the kitchen, he finds an Eevee there, cooking him the most splendid breakfast!"

"And when he eats the scrumptious breakfast, he'll say, 'Wow! What a delicious meal prepared by this Eevee Meowth, Jessie, and James gave me! I should reward them for giving me such a great gift!"

Both Jessie and James began to smile broadly as they thought of the gifts they'd be showered with.

Now out of their daydreaming, they carefully began to plot.

Germany sighed, sitting down on the grass next to his fellow countries, who were all assembled in a circle. Their group was a reasonable distance away from the humans' camp, avoiding anybody from eavesdropping on their conversation. They were all sharing anxious looks with one another, obviously very worried.

As Germany lay down, England flicked his tail and glanced at Germany. "Where's the Italian? I thought he was with you."

Germany shrugged. "He's cooking."

Japan widened his eyes ever so slightly. "Are you sure that's safe?"

Germany was about to answer before America scoffed, flapping a wing. "Nah. Don't worry, dude! I'm sure the Italian dude's perfectly safe."

Next to him, China crossed his arms.

"We wouldn't even be in this mess it it weren't for Japan and his stupid video games, aru," he muttered, and Japan tensed.

"It wasn't my faurt!" he protested, and China just huffed and turned away.

"You created this world, how can it not be your fault, aru?" he muttered.

"I-I don't know! It happened ar so quickly-"

"Excuse me?" all head turned to Canada, who was raising a wing sheepishly, and was genuinely surprised that he was noticed. Shrugging it off, he continued. "Um, I still don't understand how we got here in the first place..."

"You didn't see it?" France asked, and Canada shook his head.

"No, not really..."

France huffed. "Well, you can start with England. It's his stupid spells that got us into Japan's video games."

England turned on him, gritting his teeth. "Shut up! Even if it was my fault, which it isn't, America messed up everything!" he shot a glance at America, who put his wings in the air in protest.

"Hold on dude! Just because I started it doesn't mean you shouldn't blame me! After all, I'm the hero! Heros don't make mistakes!"

England growled. "Will you drop that stupid hero act?"

"It's not an act! I am a hero! Everybody knows that!"

Canada blinked. "Um, guys?" he whispered, but, as always, he was ignored.

Russia smiled as he watched the fighting, and next to him, China just sighed.

"We never go anywhere during these meetings, aru," he muttered, then turned to Japan, who was watching the whole thing with wary eyes.

"Japan," he said, causing the Absol to turn, "where, exactly, are we, aru? You said you didn't know at first, other than that we are in the 'Sinnoh' region, but those three people look pretty familiar, aru."

Japan nodded. "Yes. I wasn't sure if we were in the game or the anime, but those three are the main characters in the anime." he turned to America. "America, you recognize them too, right? You have Diamond & Pearl dubbed in your country, if I remember correctly."

America nodded vigorously. "Yup, I do! But that was, like, in 2010 or something like that. Isn't it Black and White now, right? And why is that some of our Pokemon species is from Unova?"

Japan shrugged. "I don't know."

England cocked a head. "But what are we supposed to do? We don't have any magic to get back home."

Germany nodded. "And Japan, earlier this morning you said that zese three could somehow help us, but you never explained how."

Japan sighed, lowering his head. "I don't know how, exactry, but Ash is the main character in all of the anime's seasons, and he's met a rot of the Legendary Pokemon."

"But what is this 'Legendary Pokemon'?" France asked.

"Werr," Japan began, "These 'Legendary Pokemon' are speciar rare Pokemon with speciar abirities that normal Pokemon do not have. For example, Articuno is a Pokemon with the power to create brizzards and is onry seen in certain mountains, guiding rost traverers."

Germany looked and Japan. "So.. zese Pokemon are like gods in this world?"

Japan nodded. "In a way, they are. But," he added, "it's also why this Region specificry is very important."

Germany cocked an eyebrow. "Why is that?"

"Werr, the Sinnoh region has the onry Pokemon that could possibry herp us- Parkia, the Pokemon that contrors Space itserf."

A silence fell over the countries, letting that information sink in.

Russia spoke up. "So... this Palkia is the only one that could help us get back home, da?"

Japan nodded firmly. "Yes. And that is arlso why we must traver with these three. They may be our onry hope."

A/N: Longest chapter! Yay! Kinda... Maybe...

Okay, now that's over, I'd like to talk about something.

I have a new fanfic- New Horizons that'll be coming sooner or later (maybe even today! MAYBE! Or tomorrow. Or something like that), and it's another Hetalia fanfic- but not a crossover.

Basically the general plot or whatever is that England was attempting a teleportation spell, and it worked- or, at least, that's what they thought. They appear in an American suburb America doesn't actually recognize, for some reason nobody understands (something that is explained later).

Eventually, they realize it wasn't just a teleportation spell- it actually teleported them into the world of reality, and, unfortunately, an anime con is right around the corner- which would mean a load of fangirls and, possibly, even the government involved.

And, unfortunately, they're staying at the home of two rabid fangirls. How fitting.

Now, I know this plot's a bit cliche and overused, but this plot bunny's been bugging me for weeks and I needed to get it out of my system- though, I promise, it isn't as insane as the others on this sight. I'll try to make it a bit more different.

Oh, and something else- the human, 'reality' characters in that fanfic is the same as another story on my profile- Flipped, an Animaniacs fanfic. YOu don't need to read it before hand (heck, it's not even finished), but I'm just throwing it out there that they only share the same human characters in it. That's it. Maybe there's gonna be a reference to that one in a while (thought it's unlikely, and if there is, it won't be much of an impact on the story), but that's it.

So... maybe you can chaeck it out or something when it comes out! So... thanks! X3

-PaintingMornings