(Note: I'm not good writing fanfic, so just roll with it ok? I have amazing ideas but its really hard getting it on paper. No judging. At all. Unless Cat is reading this then she can judge away so we can laugh and geek out some more. CAT ONLY! 3 u Cat!)
This story can be narrated by either Carribia or America. Starts off with America (yay)
A bell rang downstairs. I didn't care. I had just gotten this new video game, a racing game. I was completely engrossed, and I was winning! The door opened behind me. "America?" It was Finland. I paused the game and looked at him, annoyed. "What is it Finnland? I was winning!" Finland looked embarrassed. "Well,..." "Spit it out already!" I snapped. "England and France were busy fighting, so I came to you, since well, you'll understand in a little bit. There's a child running around, alone. She has been showing up in the villages, but she has no mother or father with her." I understood in a flash. "You mean...like...when I was little." Finland nodded. "Well? What are we waiting for? Lets go!"
I have to admit, I was nervous. Not a lot, mind you, since I am amazing. But a little. A little kid. Just like I had been when...when England found me. I shook those thoughts off. The past is in the past America. Let it go. We got to the meadow, but no one was there. Finland shrugged. "She is usually here." "Oh well." I was a little disappointed, but not that much. After all, just a little kid, right?
I put all thoughts of the little mystery girl out of my mind. I went to an Alliance meeting, kicked butt, and rocked my new video game. I went on with my life as usual. One day, I decided to go play baseball with Finland. He didn't say anything about the child, neither did I. After about one and a half hours, Finland left. Had some meeting with Switzerland or somthing. No problem! I practiced pitching. At one point, I shot a ball out of the field. It landed in a clearing. I walked over to get it, but it wasn't there. "Strange." I said to myself. "HEY! Whoever is stealing my baseballs, give them back!" I looked around. A clump of grass rustled. I moved towards it. When I got really close, the clump shivered again. I gently pulled back the stems, and in the clearing, was a little girl. Next to her was a little teepee made of sticks. And my baseball. The girl has tanned skin, long black hair plaited down her back in a braid, and sky blue eyes. She saw me. "Hello." I was surprised. "You aren't afraid?" "No." came back her simple answer. "My name is America." I said. She looked me up and down. Then she smiled. "My name is Carribia." I crouched down next to her. "Do you live here?" She looked down. "Yes. Do you want your ball back?" "Nah" I said. "You can keep it." She smiled. I looked at my watch. "I have to go now." I told her. "Will you come back tomorrow?" "Of course." I got up and she ran to me and hugged me. Then she pulled away and ran into her little house. I did not tell her that I could only stay for a week in Finland.
I visited Carribia every day. We would play with the baseball or she would chase me around the grass. She would get tired and fall asleep in my arms. I felt that I had to protect her. To give her a family. To raise her. In a flash, I realised why Britain had protested when I wanted independence. He had felt the same feelings I had now. I pushed the guilt away. I was America! The most independent country ever! We had the hamburger! No need to come crawling back to Britain anyway I told myself.
On the last day I was in Finland I came to visit Carribia. She was happy and ready to go. But I guess she saw the serious look on my face. She sat down, looking up at me expectantly. I started. "Carribia, I...I have to leave early today." "Why?" she asked. "I have to go back to America in time for the next Alliance meeting." "What's an Alliance?" "A group of people that fight the Axis." "What's the Axis?" "Nevermind! The point is that I have to go!" She looked down. She got up and threw her arms around my neck. I hugged her close. When she let go there were tears in her eyes. I got up to leave, but I started speaking again. I really don't know why I did what I did next. "If you want to...well, you could come live with me." Her head snapped up. Her eyes were shining. "Really? You...you would be my...brother?" "Of course. And you would be my sister. Now come on. Lets go home." She took my hand, and we walked away, back towards the plane.
On the plane ride home, Carribia fell asleep. On top of me. I looked down on her, and felt a surge of affection. Suddenly, I felt really stupid. She was the girl Finland had been talking about! Sometimes I felt really oblivious. A little girl, obviously a new country, alone. Like you were, when Britain found you. a voice in my head said. Shut up. I told it. Britain and I were not brothers. Not anymore. Carribia and Canada were my siblings. Not Britain. Not anymore.
Carribia was really fun to have around. She was good at video games, and got along well with other countries that came around. She found a picture of me and Britain in the storage room, and asked about it, but I managed to dodge it. She is still curious though, and keeps trying to spring it on me when I least expect it. "Who's the guy in the picture with you?" I just laughed and told her to keep trying. She pranked me the other day too, hiding and putting a fake note on her door that she had gone to go beat up Russia. She got me too. Bad. After about a week of this, it was time for the Alliance meeting. I left Carribia at home and flew to Britains house. We all sat around the table, me arriving last, poking fun at Britain about his food like I always do. Britain was about to speak when a voice shouted out : "Hey! You're the guy from the picture in America's basement!" "Carribia!" I shouted. She poked her head in the door. "Who's that?" Britain asked. I groaned. "My little sister. Carribia." She ran to me and jumped on to my lap. "Continue, please." The other countries were staring at her. "Go on. Keep talking." The meeting commenced, Carribia behaving herself except for one point where we were discussing the Axis and she burst out "Who's the Axis?" I sent her to play outside and turned around to see Britain. He looked confused. "What did she mean by 'The guy from the picture in the basement'?
I was slowly turning the color of a tomato. "Well, ah...She found a picture of you and me from when we were little and has been pestering me about it ever since." I burst out. He nodded slowly. "I see. Well, see you next meeting then." He walked away, leaving me in silence. Guilt? Was that the feeling in my stomach? "No." I muttered to myself, walking outside to find Carribia. The voice in my head started saying something again. SHUT UP! I yelled to it before it could mess with me again.
Carribia seemed to enjoy Alliance meetings. She would find a way to sneak into every one, even one in Russia. We were all sitting down at France's house. Britain started. "Now that everyone is here-" Carribia cut him off. "No! What about the people waiting outside! They have to be here too!" China frowned. "There are no more people." "Yes there are!" She insisted. "The one that looks like you," pointing at China "The one with blond hair frowning a lot and the one with the white flag and brown hair." Everyone gasped. Except me. Then it hit. "The Axis!" Britain rolled his eyes. "No, really? I never would have guessed." "Well? What are we waiting for? I'll be the hero!"
As expected, the Axis was outside the door, spying. We cornered them. Germany did manage to knock out China though. But Russia eventually got them. We tied them up and brought them into the room. Germany was angry, Japan was unresponsive, and Italy was waving a white flag. As usual. But Germany was not the only angry country around. Carribia was upset too. She kept shoving me around and asking why we hated the Axis. I explained it to her, but she still looked troubled. Japan looked at her curiously. "Who are you?" She, being Carribia, came back with a complicated, intense answer. "Carriba." she said. Japan asked another question. "Are you part of the Alliance?" Carribia looked thoughtful. "I don't know. America is my older brother, so I guess I have loyalty to them but…" She let the rest of her sentence peeter off. We put the Axis into some jail cells. We left them there and we all left.
That night there was a huge thunderstorm. Carribia had a nightmare, and came into my room. She was scared, and I could not seem to convince her that it was just wind and water. She kept crying out; "He's outside! Right outside!" every time she said this, she would start to shake, and I would press her close to me and comfort her. I finally took her downstairs to show her that the was no one outside. I carried her, and she clung to me tightly. I opened to door. She shrieked in terror. There was a hooded figure standing outside the door. It stepped inside to reveal...Russia. I patted her. "See? Its just Russia." She sniffed. "I know." Russia looked concerned. "Is she alright?" "Just a nightmare. I dont mean to be rude, but what are you doing here? Its the middle of the night!" Russia smiled. It was so damn creepy…"I have heard that France and Austria plan to attack you!" I was confused. Me and France got along OK, but Austria? Why him? We barely knew each other. Freak. "Do you know why?" I said softly, since Carribia had fallen asleep on my shoulder. Russia pointed at Carriba. "They want her."
Russia left. I put Carribia to bed. Then I went to my room and sat down. France was planning an attack to get Carribia? And Austria? What!? She was a sweet kid, but the only riches with her were turquoise and coconuts. And adamant loyalty. What was going on?
Carribia
What Russia said scared me. Badly. I was a little country, a young country. France? Austria? Why? These thoughts whirled around my head as I tried to sleep. Were the bigger countries willing to start a war? Over me? I was confused beyond belief. Were they doing to get at America? When I fell asleep, I had a awful nightmare. America, on the ground, bleeding from a horrifying bullet wound. A bloody battlefield. France laughing as he kicked America's body. Britain, tears streaming down his face as he clutched his brother's body. I awoke screaming, crying, gasping for breath. My face was red, and I burst into America's room. He opened his arms, and I ran to him, hugging him so tightly he had to ease my arms of him. I buried my face in his shirt and sobbed. When I had stopped, he asked me what had happened. I told him I had a nightmare. He rested his hand lightly on my head and held me close. He didn't ask what it was about. I was glad.
A few months later, America went to war with Austria and France. I was terrified, but he himself kept out of the fight. Until one day. I was playing with video games with Grey, and I was beating him. America walked into the room. We ignored him and kept playing. Like we always did. "Hey." he said hesitantly. "Can you pause that for a second?" I put my controller down immediately. America was as serious about video games as I was. He would not ask me to stop unless it was serious. He started with the words I had been dreading for months. "I'm going to war." "NOPE!" I yelled. "NOPE NOPE NOPE!" I threw my arms around his neck. "You can't go." I whispered in his ear. He looked at me sadly. I have to his eyes seemed to be saying. "When?" I managed to say. "Half and hour." was his reply. I ran from the room. "Carribia…" he called after me, but I managed to hide. He left, but with more weight than he thought he was leaving with. I had to stop him. Keep him from getting hurt or worse…
The battlefield was a nightmare. America had allied himself with Britain, but it was a gruesome fight. Soldiers everywhere, fighting, wounded or...dead. But America was a general. He did not really fight. I hoped. I stayed in a tent, caring for wounded soldiers. They reacted wonderfully to my medicines. One day Britain came in wounded. A shot to the side. I pulled my hood down as I treated him, but he recognised me. He told me that America was now fighting up front. He grasped my hand and told me to go to him. So I did.
America
As I fought, I worried about Carribia. She was at home. What would happen if she got hurt, or had a nightmare, or something happened? Would she be alright? Another wave of fighters streamed in front of ours, the French soldiers losing ground. Yes! Triumphantly, I turned back towards the tent, and saw Carribia running towards me. She shouted something, but the sound of gunshot drowned out her words. Then, searing pain in my head, and everything went black.
Carribia
I ran towards America. He turned, and I saw the gap in the fighting, right behind him. I shouted a warning, but he didn't hear. Time seemed to freeze. I saw the lone gunmen take a shot, he aimed and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew through the air to my brother's head. He fell, the look on his face surprise. I ran across the field to him. It was as horrifying as my nightmare! A horrible wound in his head, battlefield all around. "No!" A voice cried from across the battlefield. Britain ran over, a bandage over his side. "America…" Somehow, he managed to open his eyes. He weakly clutched Britain's hand. "Take care of my sister" he whispered. "Don't talk like that! You're not going to die!" I was sobbing by then. The medics had ran out onto the field and had a stretcher. They carried him of, his last words ringing in the air; "I'm sorry!"
At the hospital, it looked even worse than before. He was lying on the bed, hooked up to all of these tubes, unconscious. Britain had never left his brother's side for a moment. One terrifying moment, he opened his eyes. Canada had come over as well, so it was not like there were no people around him. But the weakness in his eyes scared me. A lot. I threw my arms around him. He laughed weakly. I held him as he coughed and spluttered from all the drugs in his system. After a large coughing fit, he fell back into unconsciousness and the doctor entered. His face was grave. He began. "I'm afraid that the bullet wound pierced his brain. Not a lot, but enough that there is a fatal possibility. If his heart rate starts to drop then it's all over." The doctor was cruel. Then it's all over? So, so clinical. It was my brother!
America
I woke up in a hospital room. Canada, Britain and Carribia were sitting around the bed, tired looking. Carribia saw me and threw her arms around me. I laughed but it petered of into a cough. Then my eyes grew heavy and I fell back into unconsciousness. I knew that I had been shot. I'm not stupid. I had heard the doctor's words. But I did feel darkness, promising to take the pain away. I tried, I really did, but something was holding on to me. I opened my eyes to see what it was. It was Carribia. Behind her were Britain and Canada. Somehow they were keeping me here, in between life and death. I heard a faint cry. I didn't understand. I felt no difference...except an awful void where Carribia's hand had been.
Carribia
I was watching the monitors beside America's bed when one started to slow and blink. The heart rate. The world spun before my eyes. It seemed to grow light and dark at the same time, flickering. I let out a hoarse cry, tearing myself away from the bed and running out of the room. No! No! It couldn't happen. My arrogant, argumentative, teasing, amazing brother could not be gone! I ran off into the night. I would not be a country anymore. I would live amongst humans. Everything would be fine. Everything.
I integrated myself into a school in America. I took on the name Sydney Ward. I made two amazing friends, Cat and Kathryn. I told them about my adventures as a country, pretending to make it up. Slowly at first, but then we wrote all kinds of stories. I would spy on meetings, see what was happening in the world I had fled. Kathryn was good at drawing, so I described my friends and family to her and she drew them. We created videos of them, with our pictures. We matched songs to the different countries. I lived with my friends for 3 years. I even aged like a human. My human form was a little different from what I used to look like. My hair was light brown, my eyes hazel, and I was taller. One day I told my friends who I really was. They actually believed me, which was amazing. Cat kept pestering me for more info, while Kathryn wanted pictures for her to copy and draw. They stood by me on days when I cried for the life I had left, but did not let me live in the past. They were amazing friends. No one could ask for more.
Cat and Kathryn had been planning something, I could tell as they looked at me. Kathryn slyly invited me over to her house. Cat turned out to be there too, and I asked them what they had been planning. They revealed nothing though. We had a sleepover. We draw Hetalia (Which is what we called our stories, thanks to our japanese friend Misaki). We watched movies and talked. When we finally went to bed it was late. Humans are better than countries. I thought to myself as I fell asleep.
I awoke to Cat poking me with a stick. "What?" I asked groggily. Cat's eyes were shining in the way they do when she is excited about something. "Come downstairs! Quickly!" She took off down the stairs. I sighed and got up. Then I saw the clock.
"What the heck is wrong with you guys? Its 4:45 in the morning for god's sake!" I hissed. Kathryn and Cat broke out into laughter. "That's not the thing you should be mad about Carribia! I stiffened. Kathryn had called me Carribia. What the heck. Cat was behind me. "This is!" Then she hit me on the head with a baseball bat.
America
I recovered from the bullet wound surprisingly easily. The doctors were amazed. They of course did not know we were countries and healed like gods. But even though the physical wounds were healed, my emotional ones were not. Carribia was gone. Disappeared off the face of this god-forsaken earth. Britain really helped though. He worked his butt off trying to find her. So did I. After 3 years of searching, I gave up. Britain did not. He worked tirelessly. Day in, day out. It was touching. On the 3rd year of the day I lost her, he came over to my place. I was on my computer, logging on to my email. He walked in and sat besides me. Leaned over and looked at my screen. Then he gasped. There was an email from carribiangirl . I clicked on it. There was a short message; I love you.
That was the only thing there. I desperately tried to email back, but there was no response. I went to a meeting even more depressed than usual. China's house. We discussed the usual, how to get the Axis after they had escaped and had been attacking. I did not participate much. Then there was a large thump on the door. We heard muffled voices. Britain got up and opened the door. 2 young human! girls tumbled in, along with a large cloth bag. They brushed themselves off and surveyed the room. They then picked up the bag and opened it. Another young girl fell out. She got up, turned to the other girls and said "I. Hate. You!" Then all 3 of them laughed. The one that had fallen out of the bag turned to look at the room. Her eyes swept across all of us. They stopped on me. Her eyes widened. She turned back to the other girls. "What the hell is WRONG with you?!" The others just laughed even harder. France scoffed. "Humans? Hah! What are you doing here?" The two girls that originally found the meeting introduced themselves. "I'm Cat and this is Kathryn." The other said "My name is Sydney.". The other girls frowned. "No, its not!" Cat said. The other insisted. "Yes it is! This is great of you guys, except for the hitting-on-the-head-with-a-stick part, but really! I told you, my place is with you now." The others shook their heads. China started talking. "Um, excuse me, this is my house, so could you kindly explain what is going on?" Kathryn nodded. Then she gave a simple answer that carried a lot of meaning; "We brought our friend home."
Carribia
I couldn't believe it! Cat and Kathryn had brought me all the way across the world just to get me back to here! I even thought for a second that America was there! I've been known to confuse America with Canada a few times, but this! So realistic! When Kathryn almost spilled, I almost fainted. I made eye contact with Britain. His eyes widened when he recognised me. I don't know how, but he did. He smiled, but didn't say anything. My choice then.
I began talking. "A few years ago, my brother was shot in the head. It was brutal. When his vitals started to fade at the hospital, I couldn't take it. So I ran away. I went to live with others. Three years I lived with them, until one day they hit me with a baseball bat. They brought me here. Any questions?" My friends laughed. "Show them!" Cat urged. I sighed. "Fine. You owe me so much now…" I let it hang. Then I started to change
My hair darkened. My eyes turned blue. My clothes changed from T-shirt and jeans to T-shirt and blue skirt. And grief welled up inside me for my lost brother. 5 of the countries sitting around the table gasped. Except Canada. But...what? Canada was over by France, holding his bear. But that meant...
America
When the young girl began to change, it reminded me of something. When she finished, I saw grief etched across her features. She looked so familiar. Who was she? She was staring at me with her sky-blue eyes. So familiar. Then it clicked. "Carribia?" I whispered. She didn't hear. "Carribia?" I dropped to the ground. She ran to me, and I held her in my arms. I was crying, and she was crying. It was the best moment of my life.