She was walking down the beach outside of her youngest brother's house. England got mad at her whenever she came, so she stopped to look at his house, longing to hold her little brother like when he was a baby.

"Maybe I should have gave in and let him control me." She said.

The young girl walked onto the beach, sighing sadly. How she was itching to go home…she had always hated hot weather. As she walked down the beach, she noticed someone walking along the sand. England? She thought. Maybe. He's just who I need to see.

Due to the fact that her brothers have tried to kill her many times before, the older nation had grown acute hearing. She pulled out a small, easy-to-carry crossbow, a gift from her eldest brother Scotland.

""Who are you," she demanded, not even looking at the stranger.

The girl backed away slowly at the sight of the weapon.

"I-I- am Antarctica." She managed to get out, still staring at the bow. "I'm looking for England. Are you England?" She adjusted her hood quickly.

"That bastard is in the house," she glared at the little nation. "What do you want with him?"

"Just-needed-to-to talk to him..research…global..warming…polar ice caps.." she coughed slightly before returning her gaze to the bow. "You are his sister, no?" she asked timidly.

"Sea," she sighed, "Go up the stairs and you'll see him, but if you want to talk about you small nation talked to France." She turned to walk away.

"Um…thank you..miss!" she said hurriedly as she bounded up the flight of steps. She hesitantly knocked on the door before it swung open to reveal a short man with bushy eyebrows.

"Oh," he said surprised. "Here so soon? Come in. Come in..." HE then turned to glare out at his sister on the beach, giving her a "get out of here" look.

"England!" she shouted, "I need help!" Her flaming red hair started to float around here, "Everything in the caves where mother lived is out of whack, bastard."

England's eyes went wide for a second before rushing down the stairs. Naturally, Antarctica followed. Soon, he was on the beach and right in his sister's face.

"What did you say?"

"Something has happened," she looked down, "Scottie said that it was normal, but my father would have said so differently. It's happened before you were born as well."

England's eyes narrowed.

"What happened?"

Antarctica just stood there looking. Hesitantly she pulled her hood down from her burnt face.

"She's burning up, England," she pointed. "Take her inside and I'll explain."

England nodded and slung his arm around the younger nation before waving his arm to indicate for Ireland too follow. They all slowly trudged up the steps, until finally they were all sitting in a cool sitting room in England's house. Antarctica held a cold cup of water in her hands and she was slowly sipping it as Ireland began to explain.

"The more people stop thinking that the fairies, elves, unicorns and magic the people are destroying our mother's sacred land," she pulled out the crossbow, pointing it at England, "And it's all your fault."

She pulled the trigger, and the arrow went into his shoulder.

~HETALIA~