London; 3:12am

The room was dark, the only light being a small glowing spell book in the middle of the room. Two men were staring at it, one with excitement written all over his face, while the other had a sort of apathetic expression. Really it was like the beginning of some cheesy fantasy story. If anyone were to walk into the room they would have probably laughed, it was kind of odd for two grown men to be practicing 'magic' spells. It was probably a good thing, then, that the two weren't exactly men at all. They were nations. To say that they were human 'representations' of their country wouldn't be quite accurate. They were the country. The fact that their human body was separate from their landmass meant nothing to them, it merely made it possible for them to be emotionally closer to their people.

The room was completely silent for a few moments. Then, the one on the right of the book looked up nervously.

"Norway, do you think this will work?" He asked, his green eyes barely visible in the darkness.

"Mm." The one called Norway gave a small shrug. "We'll see. Are you worried, England?"

England shook his head quickly. "N-no, of course not."

Norway looked at him with something that was close to amusement. "I see. Shall we get on with it, then?"

England bit his lip. "What if it goes wrong? I mean, this is serious."

Norway frowned slightly. "I don't know. No one has done anything like this before. We're creating an entirely new landmass in the middle of the ocean, there could be hundreds of consequences."

The English man laughed slightly. "But if it works ..."

Norway nodded. "We could have the chance to shape history however we see fit."

England sighed. "All right. I suppose we should finish this quickly before someone finds us."

Norway gave no visible response to this, and instead started chanting. After a moment England joined him. The room was filled with a red glow, growing uncomfortably warm within only a few seconds. Still, the two men continued chanting as the room grew warmer and warmer. Then the world started to shake violently. Books began to fall off the shelves, a glass fell to the ground and shattered into hundred of pieces. The only things that remained still were the two countries and the book between them.

All of the sudden the room flashed bright green, like a cool breeze to wash away the warmth, and then everything was still. The book between them no longer glowed. It was if the entire world had gone silent.

England took a deep breath. "I suppose we should go see the damage."

Norway nodded. "I suppose."

Minneapolis; 9:14pm

Nik was lying in her bed, listening to her ipod. A calender was sitting on the wall next to her. According to the object, it was April of 2013, the first Saturday of the month. She was about to doze off when she felt the earth beneath her start to shake. Her eyes widened and she jumped in shock. An earthquake? But they didn't have earthquakes in Minnesota did they? At least she was pretty sure none this bad. It figured, though. The one day her parents go out, an earthquake hits. Her ear buds bounced out of her ears. She quickly turned off the ipod and huddled underneath her blanket. A lamp fell off of the table beside her and she yelped in surprise. Oh God, the world really was ending wasn't it? Crap. She had always thought that stuff was a bunch of nonsense. She supposed it was too late to start repenting for all her wrongdoings. The shaking intensified and she cowered further beneath the blankets. This was worse than the storms, and those scared her enough as it was.

All of a sudden a burst of warmth exploded in her chest and she screamed in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes. It felt like she was on fire, and if her eyes hadn't been open she would have assumed that she was. The fire moved across her body and she felt herself stiffen. A strangled sound came out of her throat as she tried to stay conscious. Was the rapture a little late or something? Had she really been so horrible? She wondered if her parents were okay. She certainly hoped so. They got on her nerves sometimes, but they weren't bad people. She hoped her friends were alright, too. They weren't exactly angels either, but they meant well,

She barely felt the tears as they fell down her face. Images flashed through her head. Pictures of people, millions of them, but as each one passed through her head she knew she would never forget them. She knew their names, their history, their families, and somehow it felt right. They felt closer to her than her family ever had. Almost as if they were apart of her. Then beautiful scenery passed through her vision. Mountains, forests, lakes, valleys, cities, and as each one passed through her head she knew they were hers. She felt a kind of motherly protectiveness she had never felt before. Information flooded through her head, more information than she had thought her head could ever hold.

There was a flash of green light, and slowly the heat faded away to a comfortable warmth. Immediately she knew that something was different. As she slowly lifted herself off of the bed, she was surprised with her strength. She flexed her muscles out in front of her. Nothing looked different … but she instinctively knew she had become stronger than any weight lifter.

There was something else that was bugging her, though. She frowned lightly. This whole thing was insane, she still wasn't sure what the hell had just happened, but there was this nagging feeling inside of her. Like she was intruding in someone else's home. Which was crazy, she had lived here her whole life. A deep sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes for a moment. Alright. Something crazy had just happened, that much was obvious. That was no reason to freak out, though, right? She had survived … whatever the hell that just was. That was all that mattered. She would save the freaking out until she knew just what exactly she was freaking out about. And, logically, the first place to look would be on the T.V, right? She opened her eyes and walked out of her room, carefully scanning the house for signs of movement. There were none. Which should have been a relief, but it wasn't. Usually she at least had a couple mice in her house, but there was no signs of life anywhere. No spiders on the wall, no flies buzzing around, no mice scurrying across the floor. Nothing.

She took a deep breath and walked downstairs, each creak echoing through out the house. She passed by the kitchen, and stopped for a moment. None of the appliances were running, the earthquake must have unplugged something. She frowned lightly and made her way to the living room. The curtains were open, but there was no movement outside. Everything seemed to be in one piece, though. No buildings had been destroyed and there weren't any gaping holes in the ground. That was a plus, she supposed.

She crossed her fingers as she picked up the remote and pressed the power button. The T.V turned on and she let out a sigh of relief. Red lights were flashing all over the place and the news lady was talking very quickly.

"...The government has informed us that a large island has been discovered in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. No signs that it had ever existed had been found before the earthquake, but scientists confirm that there's no denying it's existence."

The remote slipped out of her hand as a picture of the island appeared on the screen. 'Home.' A small voice whispered inside of her. 'Me.' She felt a sort of familiarity and longing towards the island, and her heart dropped in disappointment when the picture disappeared from the screen. She still didn't know what had happened, but she knew that the earthquake was connected to that island. And she knew that somehow, she had become involved in a very big mess.

Washington D.C; 10:30pm

America, quite frankly, was very flustered. First of all, an earthquake had suddenly shook his entire freaking country. That was saying something, because his country was pretty big. Second of all, an island decided to appear of nowhere. It was a big island, too! Bigger than England! Not only that, but apparently it was populated. How did you miss an island like that? Thirdly, there was a country in America other than himself. He didn't recognize this country at all which really freaked him out. Most of the time he could tell which country had decided to visit him, but this one was completely foreign. There was this nagging feeling inside of him that insisted on connecting the island with this presence. Which was silly. Wouldn't the island's human representation be on the island? Why would it be in America of all places? Unless it was just because he was that awesome, because he would understand if that was the case. ...Unless they wanted to take over his country with their secret alien technology.

He paled. He had to call England! He would know what to do, right? After all, he always claimed to see weird things. Maybe he knew something about this. He quickly picked up his phone and dialed the number he knew by heart.

It took a few rings before America heard his favorite grumpy British voice on the other end.

"'Ello?"

"Hey, Arthur!" America exclaimed brightly.

"This better be important, git." England replied testily.

"I dunno." America shrugged. "I'd say an island appearing in the middle of the ocean is pretty important."

There was a second of silence. "...What do want?"

"Well, I thought since your all weird with all your magic stuff, that you might know something about it." He replied cheerfully.

There was a small noise of anger on the other side. "I don't know anything about that, git! It's probably just some abandoned chunk of land, some sort of Bermuda Triangle thing."

"Nuh-uh, It's inhabited." He replied with a nod. "And I think it even has a human representation."

There was a long silence. "Wh-what!"

"I can feel it, and I would know if it was one of the other countries." His tone turned nervous. "What is it doing in my country, though!"

There was an even longer silence, and he could hear another voice muttering on the other end. Something about connecting something to reality? Who the hell did England have over at his house?

"I don't know anything about the bloody island, Alfred. Go to sleep."

America huffed lightly. "Yes you do! I can tell when your lying!"

He heard England scoff. "And if I did why would I tell you?"

"Because I'm a hero!" Was the immediate response. "And hero's always know what to do, so you should tell me the problem so I can fix it."

"There is no problem! It's just an island."

America frowned. "It's not, though! I know that and I know that you know that, too."

"Why do you care so much, anyway?"

"I told you! It's in my country and I don't want to be taken over by freaky alien technology!"

England sighed. "You have that bloody alien of yours, don't you? Have him protect you."

"Arthur..." He whined.

"Bloody hell." England cursed a little more under his breath. "Well, I suppose I have to tell you, since it is at your house." Silence. "Actually, do you know if it's a boy or girl?"

America frowned and closed his eyes for a second. "... Girl, I think. Young, too. Probably has the physical form of a teenager?:

England sighed. "Poor kid. Well, ah, I don't know how to say this. But me and Norway had an idea. We found a spell that might allow us to create a country in a location of our choice. So we planned it all out, chose the location, and some vague details about the country. We figured that if we created it with advanced technology and medicine, we could use the country for our own purposes before anyone else found out about it. It took weeks of planning of course, and we finally tested it out not half an hour ago." A small sigh. "It was a success, of course. Except we didn't plan on the earthquake or whatever the hell that was, or the fact that the rest of the world would find out so quickly. And we definitely didn't plan on it having it's own representation, or the fact that said representation was a former member of your country."

America spluttered in disbelief. "Alright, I was almost believing you before. But, what!"

"Shut up and let me finish!" England growled. "Norway says that in order for the country to be real and not just an illusion, it has to have some tie to reality. Something that was naturally a part of this world. If we had known about this before, we could have chosen who we wanted to play the role. But as it is, a probably random person was chosen. Or maybe they fit the role the best, I don't have any bloody idea."

There was a moment of silence on America's side this time. "... So if I'm gonna believe you, and I'm gonna because I'm a cool guy, then there is currently a confused country with superior and beneficial technology wandering around in my country?"

"Alfred!" England snapped. "Don't you dare take advantage of that poor girl!

"Hey!" America defended. "You were going to do the same thing, right?"

"That was before I learned about her!"

"The way I see it, it changes nothing. She is a country with priceless knowledge, and whoever gets to her first could ah, persuade her to give that knowledge to them."

"Alfred!" England yelled in disbelief. "I raised you better than that, you bloody git!"

"It's not like I would hurt her. Just make her ally herself to me."

"Afred!"

"Whoops, looks like I got to go! See ya later!"

With that, he hung up the phone. He was faced with a once in a lifetime opportunity here, and there was no way he was going to pass it up. The only problem was finding the young island. He frowned lightly and picked the phone back up. Time to make a few phone calls.

Moscow; 7:30pm

It took about an hour for the news to spread around the world. A large island had appeared in the middle of the ocean that was apparently populated and highly educated. It refused any attempt of communication with the outside world, and blocked any foreign objects from getting to close. Rumor had it that England and Norway had something to do with it's creation. But what was more important was that it had priceless technological and medicinal knowledge, and it's representation was currently sitting unprotected somewhere in America.

Only the vague information had been broadcasted on television of course, but rumors have an odd way of spreading through the countries. Norway told the rest of the Nordics shortly after the whole thing happened. England told no one other than his siblings. But once something reached America there's no keeping it a secret, even if his original intent had been to keep the whole thing quiet. See, America told Canada, thinking his brother didn't have anyone to tell the secret to. But Canada told Cuba and Prussia. Prussia told his brother and Hungary. Hungary told Austria who told Switzerland who told Liechtenstein. Germany told North Italy who told South Italy who told Spain who told France and Belgium. Belgium told her two brothers. Holland told Japan who told Taiwan and Greece. Greece told Turkey. Taiwan told Hong Kong who told China who eventually spread the information throughout the rest of Asia until it finally fell upon Russia's ears.

And Russia was very interested.

In fact, he had just gotten off the phone with his boss who was also very interested in the situation. After a short conversation, it had been the general decision that getting a hold of the country would be strongly beneficial to Russia. And since it was impossible to get to the actual landmass, the only option left was to obtain the girl. Apparently she was young and confused, an easy target. His only real challenge would be to get to her before the other countries. But in the end he would have her no matter what. Because when Russia wanted something, he got it.

The only problem was actually finding her. America was a large country, though not as large as himself, and she could be anywhere. He wasn't even sure what she looked like. He did have spies in the country, though, and he had sent an order to immediately report any information they found on the subject to him. Right after issuing the order he had bought himself a set of plane tickets to America, starting in the northern part of the country. He had chose the location for no other reason other than the fact that it was early spring and he would be more comfortable in that region.

A creepy smile slowly spread across his face. It would be so nice to have another person living in his house again. All the others had left him, but this would be different. The power he would obtain from capturing the girl would be more than enough to ensure that no one could ever take her away from him. And it would be so wonderful to see the look on America's face when he stole her from him. A dark 'kolkolkol' sound echoed throughout the room. And when he had all that power, the first thing he would do would be to destroy America.

The creepy smile was still stuck to his face as he picked up the phone and dialed his sister's number.

"Hello?" A heavily accented Ukrainian voice answered.

"Hello sister!" He responded cheerfully.

"O-oh, brother!" She replied happily, if not a little hesitant.

"I know, I know. You are not supposed to talk to me, da? But I just need a small few favors from you."

"I-I don't know ..."

"I promise I will erase any debt you have to me."

There was a stunned silence on the other end. "What do you need?"

"Call Natalia and the Baltics and tell them to come to my house in two hours. You need to be here too." A soft kolkolkol escaped his mouth. "We're going to America."

Side one. ROF (Russian Occupation Force). Six members.

London; 4:30am

"I can't believe that stupid git!" England yelled. "Does the brat have no decency!" He slammed his fist against the wall. "She's an innocent girl for heaven's sake!"

"Oi!" Scotland scowled at him standing in the doorway to the living room. "What the 'ell is your problem? Some of us are trying to sleep."

England scoffed. "America." He stated simply, as if that explained everything. And it usually did.

Scotland rolled his eyes. "What did the brat do this time?"

"He plans on taking advantage of an innocent country so he can steal her technology."

Scotland raised an eyebrow. "I thought 'e was supposed to be the 'hero'?"

England sighed and then scowled. "I thought so, too."

There was a moment of silence and then Scotland frowned. "Well?"

"Well what?"

He rolled his eyes. "What the 'ell are you doing sitting around 'ere?"

England looked up at him, confused. "What the bloody hell am I supposed to do?"

Scotland sighed impatiently. "Save her, you dumbass! C'mon, let's round up the crew."

"Wh-what?" He blinked in shock.

"Are you stupid? We're gonna save the poor girl. 'm bored and this sounds interesting." He grinned. "Get your things ready, 'cause we're 'eading to America."

Side two. BRP (British Rescue Party). Five members.

Berlin; 5:30am

Four nations sat in Germany's kitchen. Germany sat at the head of the table, a serious look on his face, a gun at his side and many others hidden on his person. Prussia sat next to him, grinning like an idiot, though the look was made much more dangerous by the gun he held in his hand. Hungary sat across from him, a small frown on her face. Instead of the usual dress she was wearing a much more casual outfit consisting of a t-shirt, jacket, and jeans. Countless weapons were hidden inside of the jacket. Austria sat next to her, looking slightly uncomfortable. He was the only one who didn't have a gun on him.

"I think you all know by now what we're doing here." Germany started.

"To kick some American ass!" Prussia exclaimed, interrupting him.

Germany kicked him and then coughed. "We're here because an island has been found in the middle of the ocean. According to semi-reliable sources it has very advanced technology, but it's people are rather naïve when it comes to the outside world." Prussia scoffed at being called a 'semi-reliable source'. "The island itself is very well protected, but it's representation is not. In fact, she is very new to being a representation and probably doesn't even know what she is yet. We believe this has something to do with England and Norway. The how is not important, however. What is important is the boost our countries would receive if we were to … acquire such technology. If you two will agree to help us capture the country, we will split the land and people equally with you."

There was a silence in the room. Prussia sighed impatiently, and Germany glared at him.

"I'm in." Hungary said suddenly.

Austria frowned slightly and then nodded. "If Hungary shall, then so will I."

"Pansy." Prussia muttered under his breathe, receiving a glare from said Austrian nation.

"Then it's settled." Germany said with a slight smile.

Prussia grinned. "Alright, then! To the plane of awesomeness!"

Hungary grinned also. "Come on, Austria. This'll be fun."

Austria still looked uncertain, but he just nodded.

Germany stood up, and gestured for the rest to follow them. "It should be a short flight to America, but we still have to hurry."

Prussia was already at the door, holding it open. "Ja. So come on men, we have to go!" He thought for a moment. "You can come too, Austria."

Austria huffed indignantly and Prussia just cackled, running out the door with Roderich following him. Germany rolled his eyes and walked out the door with Hungary, who wasn't sure if she should be offended at being called a man.

Side three. GAD (German Annexation Division). Four members.

Rome; 5:35am

Spain, and the Italy brothers sat on the floor, the atmosphere in the room considerably less tense compared to the rest of the world. If you didn't count the murderous intent coming from Romano, that is.

"Alright." Romano began, slapping away Spains hand for the tenth time that night. "So, we don't have nearly as much military power as the rest of the nations, so we're going to have to improvise. Let's think, what are out strengths?"

Veneciano perked up. "Pasta~!"

Romano whacked him irritatedly. "No, you idiot! Think! The island is a girl, right?"

This time it was Spain who perked up. "Love!"

Romano smiled. "Right. She's a girl, not only that but she was human not that long ago. It should be easy to get her to fall for one of us."

His brother frowned a little. "But, Fratello, wouldn't that be mean? Using her like that?"

He shrugged. "All's fair in love in war. It's just harmless flirting, anyway."

Spain tilted his head. "Can we call France?"

Romano glared at him. "No! We are not going to get that bastard involved."

"But Romanito! France is good at these kind of things." Spain complained.

"Yeah? Well we're better." Spain was still looking at him like a hurt puppy so he sighed. "Call him. But he's for backup only, he's not an official part of our team."

Spain grinned like the idiot he was.

Romano scowled in annoyance. "Alright. Spain, you go get the plane started. Feli, you go get our stuff. There's no way we're loosing to a bunch of idiots."

"Si, romanito!" Spain replied happily before skipping out the door.

"D-don't call me that, bastard!" Roman called after him turning a nice shade of red.

"Si, Fratello!" His brother replied cheerfully before running upstairs.

Romano sighed. His team was filled with idiots, but they were romantic idiots that attracted a lot of girls. They had a good chance at this.

Side four. MLL (Mediterranean League of Love). Three members.(3.5?)

Washington D.C; 11:40pm

"What! C'mon, Mattie! What do you mean you don't want to?" America whined over the phone.

"I told you already! I-I don't want any part of your ridiculous plan!" Canada half-yelled.

"But, Mattie!"

"No!"

"But now that all the other mean European countries know they're going to come and try to take her away from me!"

Matthew groaned. "Why do you have to get yourself into these messes?"

"Hey! This time it's not my fault!"

"This is ridiculous, how are you going to even find her?" Matthew asked.

"Dude, she's in my country, I can sense her. I know she's in the northern part so I just drive around until I find her." He stated confidently

Matthew sighed. "...I don't think your plan is gonna work, Alfred."

"It'll work better if you help me! So just come on down here, what harm could it do?"

"Other than ruin an innocent girl's life?"

"I'm not gonna hurt her!" He defended. "Just talk to her! She doesn't know any better, it'll be easy to get her to be my ally! And then I'll even protect her from the bad guys like the awesome guy I am!"

"Fine." Matthew replied hesitantly. "But if you hurt her I'm out of this."

Alfred grinned. "Awesome!" I'll see you in an hour, then?"

"Sure."

He heard a click, and smiled before setting down the phone. It was hero time.

Side five. ARS (American Retrieval Squad). Two members.