A/N: I just barely got into Hetalia so don't bite my head off if there are some errors. By the way, there are two OCs, both girls 'cause there aren't enough of those. There's Brazil (Mariana Amaral), who is loud, kind of obnoxious, loves to dance and party and is really hyper because of all the coffee she drinks. Then we have Guam (Nana Atao), who is easily influenced but regrets it, wishes people would acknowledge her more, and loves soy sauce and coconut candy. (Not together, of course.) Just imagine Brazil to have dark skin and dark hair, usually wearing one of those crazy Carneval outfits and Guam has dark hair and mildly tanned skin with a blue tank top and cargo shorts. My imagination is running dry lately, so I decided to choose Guam since I lived there for three years.

Rant aside; I will get started with the story.

Oh wait. Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Guam's POV

"Aren't you coming to Carneval? I have your costume planned out and we're going to dance and it's going to be so much fun!" Brazil raved. She'd obviously already had her ten morning coffees.

"Honestly, I'd rather not…" I started, but Brazil shoved a sparkly and rather revealing outfit into my hands.

"Meet me after the meeting. And make sure you're wearing this!" Brazil ran off without acknowledging what I'd just said. I sighed and looked over the Carneval dress she gave me. Only she would have the nerve to wear this in public. I'd rather drink a bottle of soy sauce than wear this in front of the other countries. Of course, I love soy sauce, so it wouldn't be too much of a problem.

"Ohonhonhon. Are you planning to wear that?" I turned around reluctantly to see France.

"Probably not-"I was cut off by him pulling me closer to him like he was about to hug me. I gasped and pushed him away.

"What is wrong with you?" I planned to shout at him but it came out slightly above a whisper.

"Still no practice with yelling, non. No wonder you aren't considered a real country." France chuckled to himself.

I frowned. France was probably right. Maybe I'd bring that up today. I looked down at Brazil's costume. How were they going to take me seriously if I was wearing this? But how was I supposed to get away from Brazil?

I saw a blanket lying on the sofa. It wrapped completely around me and it could cover my head to hide my shame! Perfect.

I wrapped it around my entire body just to make sure. "There."

"But mon cherie, if you do that it will cover up your beautiful figure-"

"I think I can handle that. I'd rather have them arguing then being focused on me. I think they'll be more focused on Brazil anyway." I interrupted.

"Whatever you say mon cherie." France flapped his hand and went into the conference room.

I looked down at the skimpy outfit in my hand. "I am such a disgrace…"

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I nervously fidgeted with the blanket. I could tell that some of the countries were looking at me weirdly, especially Spain. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under all their stares.

I looked around for Brazil. She hadn't arrived yet, otherwise the attention would be elsewhere. I buried my face in the folds of the blanket.

"I'm so ashamed of myself…" I mumbled.

"Olá a todos! Brazil is here!" Brazil shouted as she burst open the doors. She was wearing her bright colored Carneval costume and she was swishing her hips back and forth. I could tell some of the countries were trying to keep their eyes from lingering on inappropriate places.

"Like my costume? Carneval is going to be great!" Brazil bounced up and down.

"It's a very… nice costume." England managed since the rest of the nations were speechless.

"É ótimo! That's great! You should see Guam's!" She exclaimed. I froze as all the nations turned to face me.

"Come on! Show 'em it!" Brazil shouted, trying to pull the blanket away. I let out a squeak and shook my head furiously.

"Please, I don't really want to." I whispered.

"Come on, Guam!" Brazil whined and tugged harder at the blanket.

The whole room went quiet. I felt the blanket pile at my feet. From the way they were staring you would think I was naked underneath. Thankfully I wasn't but it was much worth. All the dignity I had before this meeting… disappeared in one foul swoop.

"Don't look at me! I'm a disgrace!" I wailed as I dashed out of the room. Eventually I made it to my beach cave where I could be alone.

A/N: So did you like it? If you did, please review. If you didn't, could you please tell me what you didn't like and I'll try and work on it. Criticism is welcome, but if you didn't like it, at least tell me what it is instead of saying "STUPIDEST STORY EVER" or something along those lines.