Author's Note:

Ahem Russia! Would you not hit me Russia! So… (Russia talking in background) Let me speak! (Smacks Russia's pipe away from face) Okay this is my first Hetalia fanfiction. Russia give me the water pipe now! Umm… sorry I will be writing about an OC nation. So give me a chance. Russia pipe in my hand now! Neko Rose-22 is a big fan of Russia/Ivan, Prussia/Gilbert (Who isn't a fan of his awesomeness?), US/Alfred and Germany/Ludwig. Oh wait the Nordic 5. I can't forget about them. The Author is also getting over a cold as well which results in my cranky disposition (mood). I hope you enjoy reading this piece of work by me. If you enjoy reading this you might want to try some of my other stories I have written.

Extra Note: I do not remember what the place that the nations meet in and what the room they meet is call, so forgive me about that. Any OOC-ness is my fault. Any other errors you spot are probably also my fault as well.

Disclaimer:

I only own my OC nation, the plot of the story… nothing else. Put the pipe away Russia! Hidekaz Himaruya the creator of Hetalia owns everything else.


Aquamarine Luck

Some Information on the Nation/Unofficial Information of the Island of Zeto and according as such:

Country/Nation Name: Island of Zeto

Nation Character Name and small description: Neo K. Rose, he is the black haired version of Russia and the height being five foot' eleven; easy picture right? Just minus his habit of killing people. Likes to spend time crocheting, can appear lost in his own little world. Never has been a war since the island is too small to hold a war without the population tipping over. Independence was never need since England never found the Island or any other major Nations.

Nation location: Pacific Ocean, somewhere between Japan and Hawaii.

National Flag: Big violet purple flag, blue stripe that goes across the center of the long way like this — and a red stripe that goes up and down in the center like this | . A fully bloomed Silver Rose is displayed in the center; the leaves of the rose are a golden color.

Population Results from: English Gay people that fled the British crown, some German Jews, and some Russian Convicts. Most of the population is made up of English people.

Population: Under one Million, but over eight hundred thousand people.

Language/s Spoken: English, German, and Russian. They mainly speak English.

Metric system: Standard England Metric system, and will have nothing to do with the American version or style of the Metric system that is used all around the world but the Americans.

When the Nation was founded: Founded in the late Fifteenth century around the 1460s. A little before America was found by England. The Island of Zeto was found by an English explorer who then sent word to his gay friends who told their gay friends who then all of them got the ship to go to the island that is now known as Zeto.

Size of the island: twenty-five thousand and nine hundred kilometers/25,900 km (Or about ten thousand square miles), the shape resembles a full bloomed rose. The volcano inhibits very close to the center of the island.

National Flower: Rose (Blue or Purple).

National Tree: The Palm tree.

Animals that inhibit the land: Most of the Animals were over by ships. So… sheep, cow, pig, chicken, horses.

Growing Season: Lasts all year. Even though most plants don't grow all year, but the season for planting is still all year. The soil grows almost any type of food.

Plants Grown: All standard garden variety and tropical plants are grown on the Island of Zeto.

Some of the tropical plants include: Coconuts, bananas, cherries, pineapples, and mangoes.

X|X|X|X|X|X|X- Wakes up… would you get on with the story now?…-X|X|X|X|X|X|X

The newly re-found Nation walked into the World meeting center. His black trench coat looked weird for the nation which was located in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, but none the less he liked the coat it made him feel better, especially when he crocheted his scarves that he didn't really need since the island was warm enough that he didn't need them. Neo liked the scarves he made, they were mainly for if his island was to ever get snowed on which would most likely be never.

When he looked inside, it was very nerve wracking to go in there and sit with a bunch of other nations that he knew nothing about. He just had to take the chance, his small lap bag in hand, which held his prize scarf he was working on at the current time. Neo was very nervous, he had never had to really speak to anyone else, he had only done minor trades will Japan who was the only one in the room that knew that he wasn't just an ordinary being. He was a nation older by at least thirty years to who Japan called the nation "America." What he knew that "America" was on the on the other side of his island the closets America was to the island of Zeto was the American island chain of Hawaii.

When Japan arrived at the World Meeting Center he pulls the small island of Zeto into the meeting room. "Hello everyone, I here recently found a new nation; this is the Island of Zeto." Japan says. Most of the nations look at Neo as if something was off. "Introduce yourself." Japan whispers in to island of Zeto's ear.

"Umm… hello…" Neo's legs were surely shaking… think… think. "I am the Island of Zeto. I was founded during the late Fifteenth century, by an English explorer that had found another way to the Pacific Ocean. My population results mainly from English people that were gay that fled England so they would not get burned by the king that made gays get burned by sticks."

England mutters. "Now that must be where part of my population got off to…"

"The island of Zeto is located somewhere between Japan and the islands of Hawaii. We don't really have a set government, but it is mainly a democracy." Neo pauses. "The main language spoken is somewhat between modern English and some Russian." Neo then looks around the room most of the other Nations are in disbelief. "Okay thanks Japan, but I think I will be going now."

When Neo leaves the room the volume inside the room becomes very loud. Neo then pulls out his scarf and sit down on a bench and being crocheting. He wonders why they got so loud all of the sudden, then something then crashed into the wall in front of Neo. The nation of Russia exits the room and looks at the Island of Zeto like he was looking into a mirror of some sort. Ivan then growls at Neo, Neo doesn't seem to hear him so he just keeps on working on the 304.8 centimeter/ten foot long scarf. After Russia passed by Neo, Japan comes out of the World Meeting room.

"Well, Neo you have been registered, we just need to see a copy of your national flag." Japan says.

Neo opens his bag and pulls out a full sized version of the Island of Zeto's flag. Purple background, blue stripe that goes left to right though the center of the long ways side and a red stripe that goes up and down and also meets in the center, the center itself has a full bloomed rose that is in the shape of the island itself. The rose is silver and the leaves are golden. "Here you go. I believe that will work, right?"

"Yes that will work just fine. Is that Rose drawn after the shape of the island itself?" Japan asks curiously

"Yes it is. All that is wrong is that the center of the rose should be placed off to left of the center to represent the island volcano, but other than that the rose is a perfect replica of the island." Neo replies, pulling some more yarn off the ball of yarn to continue making the scarf that was already Forty-five centimeters/eighteen inches wide or so.

"Okay then." Japan carefully took the nation's flag back into the room and showed it to the other nations, who look at the new nation that was older than America by about thirty years and was found by people, but they never left the island to tell others they just took people in when their ship wrecked at the island.

"Well shall we take in the island of Zeto?" Germany asks/or more so demands in his thick German accent.

"I guess." America says grumbling about still being the youngest founded nation. Except this nation has never had a war ever in the history of the island.

"France?" Italy asks

"Fine, but is it just me or does the new nation look like a black haired and little shorter than version of Russia?" France replies

"I had never seemed to notice that." Japan says while thinking about it for a second.

"What about Canada?" China asks

"I am perfectly fine with it." Canada replies continuing to think about maple syrup.

"Well then, the Island of Zeto is officially a nation." Germany says

When Neo hears that line he almost falls of the bench he was sitting on, Russia laughs from the sight. Neo grumbles while repositioning his scarf and continuing to work on the scarf. Japan comes out and hands him the Flag back, but now it has a miniature golden pendant on the bottom marking the island's nationality.

"Thank you Japan." Neo replies giving Japan a hug which Japan accepts even though he normally doesn't like being touched by other people.

"You're welcome. May I ask, what is your human name?" Japan asks

"Neo K. Rose," Neo replies. "The K was intentionally left blank."

"Oh." Japan says looking at the scarf that Neo is wearing. "You probably won't need that once you get back home right?"

"No I won't need the scarf I just like making them." Neo replies.

Fin (End)- Unless people do ask me to continue.


End Author's Note:

Not sure the process of Nationhood happens so I am sorry if it is off or anything. Any way thanks for reading. The Nordics inspired me to write this though Hetaliod- Matryoshka and Electric Angel. Thank YouTube & Hetalia for being created for many inspirational bursts from many people, not just me. This was supposed to be sort of a tribute to Russia, but I kind of got carried away.

Me/Author-sama: Okay so this is where I ran out of Ideas and all that… it isn't my entire fault. I guess blame the bedraggled cold I have at the moment. I wish… Russia how about I give your Sunflowers back would you like that?

Russia: Hmm… *mumbles something*… fine.

Island of Zeto/Neo K. Rose: Here you go. *hands about fifty thousand kilograms worth of Sunflowers to Russia*

Russia: *Pulls out knitting needles with a gray scarf attached* Russia is still quite annoyed…

Neo: Pulls out 304.8 centimeters (about ten feet exact) long scarf and a crochet hook, the scarf is grey, pink, and crimson red colored* mutters "What fun…"

Me/Author-sama: *Speaks quietly* Please Review it would be really nice. I am very sorry for any characters that were OOC or any other stuff that was off course. Though would you please Review for the sake of my little OC nation, pretty please?

Suggestion: If you enjoyed this story then you should read some of my other stories that I have written.