In this world there are continents and on those continents there are countries. And in those countries there are people. And among those people there are special beings born to keep peace, to protect and bring the world closer together.

Now how these beings are created remain unconfirmed. Sometimes they are born from other beings. Or from normal humans who have settled in a new area. Once in a while though they just appear in their country with no explanation of their origin. In an even more rare case the being may be reborn within their old body when their country is dissolved or remade.

The one thing about these beings is that even though they could live for millennia they are not immortal. No they are made for their country. They are effected by every famine, every war, and every plague. And when their country is destroyed they will inevitably die as well.

The strange or sad thing about them is even though they are created to keep the peace within their world, they tend to fight amongst themselves. Even their own countries fight: making weapons to threaten and kill each other.

At this rate is there any hope for them to see mistakes and sins within themselves and make the choice to stop the madness? Only time will give us the answer.

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"Alright dudes, we have a lot to talk about today!" The American said loudly and obnoxiously as usual.

"I agree, so let's get started before you get us off topic again." Said the Englishman while sipping his tea by the window. He and America's relationship has never been the same since the revolution.

"Oui, it's been such a long time since we had such exciting news." Exclaimed the French. You could almost see the sparkling roses as he spoke with such passion.

Right at that moment, everybody had something to say or example with fists. Everyone that is except the Grecian who was sleeping.

"Enough!" Everyone stopped with that sudden out-burst from the German.

"You all know ve've got important vork to do. It's not everyday a new country is discovered. Now ve've got to decide vhat to do. So you all settle your petty squabbles, someone wake up Greece and let's get back to vork!"

Everything was silent and still until a hand shot up.

"Vhat is it Italy?"

"vee Paaassssttttaaaa!"

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Meanwhile somewhere out in the middle of the Bermuda triangle rests a small island. Not much is known about this mysterious place due to it being cut off from the rest of the world for such a long time. The Natives however find it nice enough to call home.

The population about 240 give or take. Main diet is fish with enough livestalk and game. Rich soil allows for good farming and fruit trees. With plenty of food to eat and things to do to stop from going crazy it's a nice place to live. Warm climate all year so it's never cold. Nearly a paradise on earth.

Now besides the natives there is a small girl living on this island. She has one blue eye and one green eye. Even less is known about her. For she was here before the natives arived. though she looks like a human girl around ten years old she is older than them by about twohundred years. What is she? She, called Micheallah Quinne LeeamBark is one of those special beings called Nations.

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Meanwhile on a ship somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle...

"I am not eating that you wanker!"

"Oui, it's much better than your food."

"Better? How could frog legs and snails possibly be better?"

"Well first off they're considered delicacies, second they won't kill us all."

"Why you-!"

England and France were fighting as usual. America was annoying Japan and some other countries because he was scared of all the mysterious happenings in the area. China was trying to evade Russia. And Germaning was making sure Italy didn't go overboard.

"vee Germany! Germany!"

"Italy vhat did I say about haning over?"

"vee I'm sorry Germany but I thought I saw a pretty mermaid."

"Mermaids do not exist."

Germany lifted Italy over his shoulder to keep a better eye on him. Romano was being held back by Spain while he was calling Germany a "Potatoe Bastard" for picking up his brother. Germany ignored him and started to walk to the captain.

"Captain how much longer untill we get there?"

"Well um... Mr. Germany these are dangerous waters even with your directions it will take a few more days."

"Very Vell then." Germany said and left this is going to be a long ride he thought.

Little did they know the captain was right about them being in dangerous waters becouse undetectable yet fastly apraoching was a storm and a big one.

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On the island everyone knew of the warnings of the storm and had alreading taken shelter, the girl however was somewhere else.

"It's going to be alright Papa it is just another storm." She took the hand of an elderly man who look old enough to be her great great great grandfather. Another young man who coul be in his late teens or early twenties looked out of thier home he could already see the dark deadly storm clouds coming closer.

(whooooohooooo chapter 1 is over!)

alright first chapter is up hope you enjoy it and review tell me how you like it and tell me of any spelling and gramer mistakes and ill get a part of chapter 2 up as fast as i can thank you