Hetalia Fantasia. It's a shiny and new MMO with tons of classes and customization now sweeping the international gaming scene. It was only a given that the countries themselves would hop on to play eventually. "Ve~." Italy's first word is predictable upon logging in, the pixelated environment populating itself around him. The beginner town it would seem, judging by the wooden buildings and lack of any real monsters around. Other players bustle past the Italian as he fumbles with the controls. He's clearly unused to these kinds of games. "Italy, how long were you planning to make us wait?" Germany and Japan pop into his line of sight. They're both level 50 from waiting around for their friend to join the game. The title Blacksmith hovers above Germany's name, same as with Priest and Japan. Must be their classes. Italy looks up and sees his own designated class hovering. Adventurer. Neat. "He didn't mean to. At least our party is balanced now." Japan mediates, putting his hands up as if to soothe Germany. It's true Italy took so long that the pair had leveled up substantially and gained almost every rare item in the game, but at least now they can play together. Much like a similar party across town. One with a certain Frenchman stuck on a roof and an exasperated Englishman shooting magic spells at him. For you, the world opens up just as it does for everybody else. Tall trees casting shadows over your avatar and bright buildings, players running this way and that. You have just a moment to breathe before somebody is already jogging up to you while waving a hand expectantly.