I swear, I knew exactly what I was doing as I screamed, "Help!" and fell down on the grass in front of the country's house. Within a minute I heard the door open and someone shout, "Don't worry, I'm the hero!" I smiled and rolled over onto my back, hoping he'd spot the movement. Sure enough, I soon felt arms lifting me up and carrying me. Cracking open one eye, I saw us heading towards his house. Yes! I mentally congratulated myself. I slowly opened both my eyes and saw the man I was expecting: Alfred Jones, or America. I'm pretty sure he noticed this, because he flashed me an overconfident smile.

"Don't worry, little dudette! The Hero has saved you!"

I resisted the urge to laugh or roll my eyes and instead let out an exaggerated groan, my eyes fluttering shut. I felt him tighten his grip on him and quicken his pace. Soon he was laying me down on something soft(er than the ground.) I once again opened my eyes and saw them, and I couldn't help my gasp. Luckily America seemed to think it was somehow because of him. To be honest, I had expected the American Idiot, but I hadn't planned for the quiet, older nation known as Kiku Honda, or Japan.

"Who is that, America-san?" I heard him say in his accent.

"I don't know, dude. Let's ask her! Yo, little dudette, what's your name?"

I turned my head away from the dark-haired island country and put on a confused expression as I pretended to think. Finally I said sadly, "I- I don't remember."

"That must suck, man! Do you know what happened to you?"

"Um... I remember a face... caterpillar eyebrows... green eyes... His hair was messy, I think it was blonde... I'm sorry, I don't know what happened..."

"Don't sweat it, dudette! You just described someone I know!"

Alfred rushed off to find his phone, leaving me alone with Kiku.

"Konnichiwa," I said, bowing as best as I could, "What's your name?" (Of course I knew his name, I just didn't want to sound suspicious later on.)

"Honda Kiku," he said quietly.

I had almost expected him to say Japan, but that would've been stupid. He wouldn't think I knew about the countries, why would he? I tried making some small talk, but he seemed uncomfortable. After a minute, I pretended to pass out again. I know you'd say that's unprofessional, Ariella, but I felt it was necessary at the time. Before you continue, you may want to listen to the file on the USB I sent you. It contains America's phone conversation with England. I didn't mention it earlier so I could surprise you, but I slipped one of the bugs by Alfred's ear. Luckily it happened to be the one he put his phone up to.

(Ariella, or Ari, put the report down and grabbed the USB she'd laid aside earlier. She plugged it into her laptop and soon enough she was listening to Alfred's loud voice.

"England, what do you know about the dudette in my yard?!" America shouted accusingly into his reciever.

Faintly, Ari heard another voice with a British accent ask, confused, "Alfred? What do you want?"

"You know why I called. Don't be stupid, Artie!"

"You're the one being stupid. What the bloody hell are you talking about?"

"The 12-year-old I found in my yard!"

"How does a child in your yard involve me?"

"Dude, when I asked her what happened, she said all she could remember was a face." Here Alfred paused, Ari assumed it was for some sort of dramatic effect. "With huge eyebrows, blonde hair, and green eyes. Britain, dude, that's totally you!"

The man on the other end of the phone sighed. "I haven't a clue what you're talking about." His tone suddenly changed, becoming more angry. "I have to go, the frog is here. I have to see what he wants."

The recording cut off there, and Ariella turned back to her younger cousin's report.)