Hi. This is my first story, and as such all criticism is appreciated. Be warned, some characters may be a bit OOC. I do not own Hetalia but I do own my OCs and the plot I came up with. Now on with the story!

Russia has finally taken over the world. Yes you heard me correctly. Now Russia rules the entire world, but there is still some hope. A few select nations, myself included, have survived the horrific bombings and the massacres of our soldiers and citizens. We have continued to exist in secret, always on the lookout for Russia's agents or even some of our former allies. Many former nations have been enslaved by him, and are now following his commands in exchange for their lives. And yes Russia has killed some nations…. but I cannot afford to think of them now. I am going about the business of ensuring that we are not defenseless and have food and water.

But right now you are probably asking something along the lines of, "Who is this chick?" Well I have several different names, and so I shall tell you. The name of my country is Gileaus, though it has long since been forgotten in the past 700 years. Gypsy Lightwood is my real human name, though the ID in my wallet identifies me as Katie Moore. My hair is naturally long and blonde with corkscrew curls, but now that we are in hiding I have dyed it deep and dark red color and keep it constantly in a braid. Golden freckles are scattered all over my pale nose and cheeks, and my face is rather heart shaped. I stand at about 5'7 feet tall, and I am rather quite skinny and pale. Without my dark brown contacts my eyes are a golden caramel color. And thank goodness I do not have England's thick and bushy eyebrows.

Anyway now that you know what I look like, I need to begin this story. As I was saying I am going to get some supplies. Outside my beige 2013 Kia Forte the seemingly endless plains of North Dakota seem to roll by. Finally I spot Phillip's Pit Stop on the horizon, and I press slightly harder on the gas pedal. In a few minutes I pull into the parking lot, and I exit my vehicle. I lock the doors, and I head inside.

When I walked inside Phillip's Pit Stop, I was hit with the overpowering stench of cigars, frying foods, and woody smoke. I quickly make my way past the stands filled with junk foods and candy to the portion of the pit stop that serves as a restaurant. Behind the counter is a boy with lightly tanned skin, big brown eyes, and slightly messy dirty blonde hair. His name card says his name is Eddie, and he gives me a wide smile as I walk up.

"Hello there miss," he says with a slight country twang. "How can I help you this fine day?"

I give him a small smile and I sit on one of the cracked leather barstools. "I had called in an order for one large thermos of chicken and vegetable soup." I reply. "And per chance do you like to play Plants vs. Zombies? Because my favorite plants are the peashooters."

His eyes widen as he realizes who I am. "Yes I love to play that game," he manages to stutter out. "The peashooters are my favorite too."

I chuckle slightly at his reaction, and he goes off into the kitchen to get the soup and the bullets. And yes, I did just say bullets. "Peashooters" is the code word for bullets, while "Double Peashooter" is the code word for guns. The owner of this pit shop produces his own bullets and guns in secret, and he supports our cause. He provides bullets to us, and we line his wallet with currency. I grab a cold bottle of Sprite and a few bags of chips and pay at the register. By that time Eddie has my order prepared and I pay him accordingly.

As I grab the heavy brown bag, I feel eyes searching over me. Out of the corner of my eye I spot a tall man with slicked back blonde hair wearing jeans, a red and white polo t-shirt, and dark sunglasses. But even with those glasses on, I feel as though the air has been sucked out of me. Because even with those sunglasses on, I instantly recognize Germany and know that he is after me.