Hetalia CYOA 2!

"Err…I'm a new fledging country…I was alone and scared, but I managed to find my way here…c-can you please help me?" you said grabbing your right arm nervously biting your lip.

They all stared at you intently. You felt like they were burning holes into your head. Oh no, you think. They aren't buying it…

"A new country?" England asks surprised.

The others are whispering obviously talking about you.
"What is your name ve?" asks Italy eyes closed as usual.

You look down at your feet, one a bare foot and the other in a converse sneaker. quickly trying to make up some name for a country.
Ah! That's it! The perfect name…

"Uh, my name is…C-Conversia…or (your full name)" you say meekly. You know you need a back story so you start spouting nonsense hoping it would weave a beautiful tale of the founding of a nation.

"I- I woke up in a field all alone as a kid. So I just wandered around by myself avoiding wild…snakes and jaguars! I think I saw some other nations like Peru and Columbia…but they were pretty scary so I always hid myself away from them…I broke off from Chile with practically nothing no resources whatsoever…I was so lonely and starving….I thought I would die…s-so I tried to find people for help….so can you help me…? I'm good at music and art….and…my land is fertile! I'm great at cheap labor!!" you plead with other nations.

They look at you a bit sadly, so you can infer that they believe you. Though you feel a teeny bit bad for lying to them like this, but you don't have many other options.

"Dude! That sucks!" exclaims America giving you a bear hug. You're flushing immensely, but you can't really enjoy it as America is squeezing the life out of you. You think you can hear your bones being crushed. "I can help you!"

"America, you git! You're crushing her!" yells England.

"Whoops." America lets go of you and you can go back to feeling air passing through your lungs.

"At any rate you should come with me, not that idiot." Says England folding his arms. "He can barely take care of himself properly."

"Yes I can! I won't kill her with my cooking!"

"My cooking isn't bad!"

"Why would she want to come with you two when she could come with me?" winks France entering the fray.

The three of them begin arguing and all you can do is look on amused seeing the fight unfold in front of you in real time.

Germany slams his hands on the table annoyed. "SHUT UP!"

All of the nations look at him and stop what they are doing. Germany rubs his temples with frustration. "Arguing is useless. It is obvious she needs assistance, but she should be the one to pick where she gets it from. We haven't even introduced ourselves properly. So we will do this in an organized fashion. Everyone will introduce themselves and ____ shall pick from there."

With the room quiet, Germany cleared his throat calmly. "I am Germany, nice to meet you."

You nod smiling back at the German. He was more awesome in person. Next, Italy creeps over to you curiously in that half awake fashion.  "I'm Italy! I hope we can be friends, please don't hurt me!" Part of you wanted to huggle him to death. He was too cute, but you had to maintain yourself. (For now.)

One by one the nations introduce themselves. Japan and China seemed okay and friendly enough. Russia, frankly scared the shit out of you in person. You could feel the waves of negative energy emitting from the tall man despite the pleasant demeanor. Canada piped up last and very quietly holding onto Kumajirou tightly in his arms. You of course already knew England, France and America.

"Do you have a home?" asked England.

That was a good question. And assuming you had been warped into another reality…you did not. "Well, I did…but it's kinda gone now." You said feeling a massive sweat drop rolling down the back of your head.

"Ah, no! That cannot do!" exclaimed France. "You need a home and a new wardrobe! I shall give you the ultimate makeover!"
Well, you did probably look like a hobo. You, wanting to be cool were wearing 80s inspired fashion with ripped up acid washed jeans and a now muddied t-shirt. Along with your one red converse sneaker. However, you were fearful of what a French makeover would even look like.

"Oh, that's quite…alright." You say waving your arms.

"Who needs that sissy! But if you have no where to go, you should crash my place!" yelled America proudly.

You thought about it, you really had no place to go. You figured it would be best to stay with one of these chaps; it would be your best move for the moment. So who do you go off with?

You think your choices through first…Russia looked scary as hell and he intimidated the other countries he live with, and not to mention his crazy sisters. Japan seemed nice, but really traditional and you'd probably disturb him with your fan girlish tendencies. China would probably block your internet use.

This left you with Germany, Italy, America, England, France, and Canada. Germany was pretty sweet, but he could be pretty strict and make you go through intensive training. Italy was fun; he had awesome art and music and could cook! The only set back is that he would bail on you if you trouble ever lurked. America was wild, but fun, though you'd have to beware of bizarre adventures. England was the gentleman and you knew he'd treat you well, but you may die from his cooking. France seemed fun and had awesome art, music, fashion, and food, but he was a total pervert so you would have to be on your guard. Canada was nice, but you wondered if you would turn invisible too if you stuck with him.

Who do you pick?
I) Germany! I can handle anything he throws at me!
II) Italy! We can make pasta and wave white flags together all the time!
III) America! We'd have a blast playing video games and saving the world!
IV) England! Because honestly, who doesn't like a gentleman ? His cooking may suck, but you can't screw up tea, right?
V) France! We could troll all other countries, especially England buahaha!
VI) Canada! We could play hockey, eh? Just hope maple syrup isn't in all of my food…