Hey guys! Kit here. I have been obsessed with the anime Hetalia! I cosplay as Fem!Britain and sometimes Canada. :) Any who. I have an OC that I have been dying to reveal to you all and here she finally is! (Hints of her have been being revealed on my profile every week, and I will continue to put out more stuff as I come up with it.) On with the fic!

BTDubbs, you can find all information on her so far on my profile. Enjoy!

Chapter One: The Mysterious Figure

America sat in his usual seat in the big World Meeting Room. At the beginning of every month, all of the countries gathered to discuss what was going on in their respective countries. The normal hubbub of the gathered nations droned on and America shifted his gaze to the ever bickering France and England. They were most likely arguing about which was cooler, or something lame like that. America sighed and leaded back in his seat, but then something caught his eye. A person was sitting in the darkest corner of the room, wearing a dark, hooded cloak. The shadow's obscured the person's face, making gender hard to determine. The person had their gaze fixed on the bickering duo as well. Who was this mysterious figure?

Ireland's POV: (A/N: OC reveal time!)

I sat silently in the corner, watching England fighting with France, when I felt someone's eyes on me. Glancing over, I notice that America was staring rather intently at me, with a look of concentration in his eyes, which was strange. What happened to that little boy who listened to every little thing England told him? Well, I guess that is what war does to you. I thought, sighing, as I turned my gaze back to the arguing nations. At this moment, German shouted,

"Vill you all just SHUT UP!" This quieted everyone down, as they turned to look at Germany. "Zats better." Italy raised his hand,

"Germany! Germany!" Italy yelled, jumping up and down in his seat, waving his arm all around

"Ja? (Yes?)" Germany asked

"Can we have some PASTA?" The Italian asked, and Germany put his head in his hands.

"No Italy. The meeting haz just started and it iz not time to eat yet." I giggled quietly, trying not to draw attention to myself. But alas, they were bound to notice me sometime.

"Hey guys." America called and I felt myself stiffen, I knew what was coming. "Who is that?" he asked, pointing towards the dark corner I had positioned my self in. And everyone turned to look. Most of the nations shrugged, but a few just felt uncomfortable, as if they were thinking of a way to draw attention away from me, and I knew that they were. At that moment, however, there was a knock on the windows, which drew everyone's gaze. There was a girl with bright red hair and a green shirt and skirt. She also had a shamrock pinned to her green beret, something she had picked up from France, no doubt. I smiled. Way to go Alice! I thought, I mean, after all, what are twins for?

France walked over to the window and opened it. Alice jumped in and flung her arms around him.

"Hey. 'Ow you doing?" Alice asked, mangling her words as always. After pulling away from France, she proceeded to hug Scotland, Wales and Australia. And then she set her sights on England, who shied away from her. "Come here, you!" she shouted, as he got up and began to run away.

"No! Get away from me you blood git! Help! Someone! Anyone!" he yelled, "Except France" he added as an after thought. Eventually, Alice calmed down and sat in the offered chair.

"So," America began, "Who are you?"

"My name is Alice O'Leary. Nice to meet ya!" She said, a huge smile on her face.

"And what country are you?" America pressed,

"Oh! I used to be Southern Ireland, but now I am the Republic of Ireland. You can call me Ire." She stuck out her hand and America shook it.

"Nice to meet you. I am America! I am the Hero."

"Yeah, yeah. I know who you all are. Right?" She asked, turning to France, who shrugged,

"If you say so. Anyway, where is your sister?" Immediately the room fell silent and I noticed Wales and Australia trying to tell France to stop by making the throat cutting gesture, as Scotland face palmed. I glanced over at England, and saw how pale he had become, unfortunately America noticed as well.

"Hey dude? Are you okay?" he asked, resting a hand on the older nation's shoulder.

"I'm fine" he swallowed, "Just fine." But America just stared at him, not convinced.

"You have a sister?" Germany asked.

Alice nodded, "Yep. My twin sister. Her name is Amelia, or Northern Ireland."

"Oh, you mean the nation that was defeated and killed by England?" Germany stated.

"Umm, yep. That one. I haven't seen her in a very long time." Alice said, scratching the back of her head. Everyone looked at her, not sure what to believe. I sighed, This has gone on long enough. They were going to find out sooner or later. I stood up and stepped out of the shadows, my shoulder length ginger hair rustling as I moved, I cleared my throat and everyone turned to look.

I held up a hand, "Hi. Nice to meet you all." They all stared at me shocked, though some for different reasons than others.

"What do you think you are doing?" Scotland asked, standing up. I held up a finger and smiled.

"It's okay Allistor. I know what I am doing. And Dylan." I said, turning to Wales, "Don't you even start."

"So, who are you?" America asked.

"Amelia Kirkland, also known as Northern Ireland, but you can call me Ireland."

America looked confused, "Kirkland? But that is the same last name as Iggy..." he trailed off, looking between England and me. "No way."

The others looked at him, trying to figure out what they were thinking. "No way what?" Italy asked, looking very confused.

"They are married." he said, incredulously and I smiled.

"Bingo! Congratulations! But that took you a really long time." America turned to England,

"So is that why your full title is the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland?" England came over and grabbed my hand,

"No. That is our title." he said and smiled at me. I caught my self remembering then first time I had seen him smile, when I first met him.

Flashback Time!

France strode across the field, with a small red haired girl behind him. France looked around 14 and the girl looked around 5 or 6, but they were countries, and the age they looked didn't matter. She was wearing a knee length green skirt and a green shirt with flowing sleeves. She also had on a green beret with a four leaf clover sticking out of the green ribbon that was tied around the brim of the hat. On her feet she wore black lace up combat boots with a 1/2 inch heel. (A/N: She and Alice wear the same outfit, except Amelia has glasses and Alice wears contacts,. They are identical, and can only be told apart a few ways, this being one of them. And yes, they wear the same outfit as kids as they do in current day, but Amelia normally has her black hooded cloak on to show some connection to England. Anyway, enough with that, back to the story.)

"Hey. England!" France called as they got nearer to the river. A young boy around the little girl's age turned around. He had messy blonde hair and was wearing a black cloak, so she couldn't see the rest of his outfit, and black boots like hers, except without the heel.

"Hey. Who's your friend?"

"This is Northern Ireland. Her twin sister is Southern Ireland."

The girl waved, "Nice to meet you, you can call me Ireland. My sister is Ire."

"Nice to meet you too. I'm England. Do you have a human name? Mine is Arthur Kirkland."

"Um.. yeah. Mine is Amelia O'Leary, and my twin is Alice O'Leary." Amelia said nervously. But then England smiled.

"I can tell we are going to be great friends." And France gave her a knowing look.

And we are done chapter one! I love this story already and I had no idea where it was going to go when I was writing it, so yep. Feedback is appreciated, and please point out any errors. If you want to see the outfits from the story, visit this link: (www,pinterest,com/Kitwarrior24/fanfiction-stuff/)
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