Hey guys, sorry my other fics haven't been updated in a bit. I'm working on them I swear. ^_^; Just have school and stuff.

Also, credit for the characters name Callethy. Goes to Urikol, who used it in their fic Love Camp.

I own nothing. :3 Just the general idea. . . . and the items of clothing the girl wears XD

"Kirkland, Jones, the General wants you!"

"Thank you soldier."

The soldiers nods and dashes off as Arthur Kirkland and Alfred F. Jones make their way to the generals tent.

"Yes sir?" They asked upon entering.

The General turned and looked at them. "We found another one of your lot boys."

"A nation?"

"Who?"

"Therein lies the problem boys, we don't know."

"How can you not know? What language does he speak?" Alfred questions with a frown.

"She, the one in question is a she. And We're not quite sure."

"How do you know know what bloody language it is?"

"Never heard it before in my life boys. Sounds Gaelic or something ancient."

"We shall investigate."

"Right, off to it then."

The two men saluted before walking out to find the girl.

She had fair skin and sapphire eyes that shone against her short, dirty blonde hair. She was petite, thin wrists, short in stature and very lean.

As the men got closer they saw that she had four piercings, two in each ear; two amethyst studs and two dangling silver stars with cubic zirconium in them. She was also wearing a pair of glasses, girlish in the plastic frame, dark red in color with little hearts on the side. She wore a nice looking watch on her left arm but other than that the two nations could see no other jewelry adorning her frame. She looked frail, wore a pair of dark blue pants, -not jeans- a simple black t-shirt which appeared to shimmer and twinkle like the stars at night, a long black cotton jacket; the hem of Whig reached her knees, and a simple blue and black checkered cotton scarf wrapped around her neck.

"Any clue who she might be Arthur?" The American asked in a half whisper.

The Englishman shook his head. "I've never seen her before."

At the whisperings the girl snapped her head up and eyed them warily. Her previously straight posture melting away as she moved into a protective crouch. Her sapphire eyes held a feral gleam as she eyed the intruders.

She barked something out in an old and ancient sounding tongue. Arthur started at the words. He remember the language, but faintly; it was extremely old and long forgotten by most.

"My name is Arthur Kirkland. And his is Alfred F. Jones." He replies slowly in the same ancient tongue. "What is your name?"

The girl gave a lengthy growl of quickly spoken words, it took Arthur a moment to decipher it.

"I am England, he is America." Arthur says in English. "What is your name?"

The girl stared at him blankly for a moment before blinking and straightening up. "Callethy." She replied shortly, still in a feral crouch. "No last name."

"None?" Alfred inquired curiously.

"None." She hissed. "I have no use for one."

The men frowned slightly at this. "Forgive me if I seem rude but which country are you?" Arthur asks curiously. "I have been around for awhile. But I have never seen you."

The girls eyes narrow. "You wouldn't have Brittania. I am no country."

Arthur started slightly at the use of his old name and took a few steps forward.

The girl tensed but did not move.

Arthur tilts his head, a puzzled frown on his face. "No. You are similar to one . . . but you are not."

Alfred walks right up next to her, reaching a hand out to touch her. "So what are you then?"

The girl growled and slunk back away from the Americans hand before it made contact. "Do not touch me anymore," She hissed. "You have caused me enough suffering despite your pathetically you age." She spat out, voice full of contempt.

Alfred reeled back, startled by the venom in her glare and voice. "Hey! What'd I do?" He exclaimed defensively. "I've never even seen you before!"

The girl glared at him, a small growl pulled from her lips. "No, not in this form. As for what you've done," Her eyes gleamed fiercely. "That's a lengthy list, I suppose my most hated would be your nuclear weapons." She hissed. "Those things are more toxic than you even know."

Alfred stared at her bewildered. Unable to form a coherent reply. Arthur blinked in surprise. "Wait. . ." He walked up next to Alfred and frowned curiously. "Those were set off in America and Japan. How could you have felt them?"

"You represent the land your people live on?" She asks back.

"Yes, of course we do."

The girl straightened up and pulled down the front of her shirt, exposing the skin above her heart.

To give the two nations credit they had both immediately looked away before she could pull it down to exposes her heart.

"Look you fools." She hissed. "I too represent the land my people live on. I have a permanent mark that defines me from you fools though."

At the annoyance in her voice the two men slowly turned back and stared blankly at the skin over her heart. A few moments later she covered it back up and eyed them suspiciously. "Are you two bright enough to figure out what I am without me spelling it out for you?" She spat with menace.

"Was that the globe?" Alfred asks with a frown.

Arthur stared at her curiously. "Your name has no nationality." He states, just realizing this.

"Of course not."

"And you have no last name."

"Why do I need one?"

"You aren't a country. . ." Alfred says catching on.

"No duh."

"You're. . . "

"Earth." Arthur stated, cutting off Alfred in awe.

The girl smirked and straightened up. "Smart boys."

Short, I know. :3 It'll probably turn into another fic. XD