This takes place around the time when England first started taking care of America, you're about seven looking in this chapter.

You were running from a man with white hair and red eyes. Why? Simply because you'd called him Bunny man, he didn't seem to like that much. So now he was chasing you around town. (You are little in this right now 'kay? kay...) You stopped for a moment to catch your breath before carrying on. You wouldn't let him out run you! No one out runs you! you took a sharp left and ran into something or more presumably someone. He turned to face you. 'Awe jeez he's scary' you thought taking a step back. He man had short blonde hair that had been slicked back, with hair gel (You hoped) and piercing blue eyes. Then you heard the unmistakable sound of the bunny man's footsteps approaching you from behind. You were trapped.

"Kesesesesese~!" laughed the bunny man. Then when he caught his breath he continued. "Hey West!" he said waving at the scary man. You gulped. Run. That was your only option here. You ran towards the gap between the blonde haired man and the wall. Someone grabbed your arm.

"Let me go!" You hissed at them. You tried to kick your capture, but failed epically.

"Vhere are your parents little one?" asked the blonde man or 'West' as Bunny man had referred to him as.

"That is NONE of your business!" you told them struggling. You couldn't let them know that you hadn't any family. They might finish you off or send you to an orphanage. You shuddered and yanked harder against West's grip.

"Little one, ve just vant to help you get home" said the blonde one again. You scoffed.

"Yah right, like I'm gonna believe that story," you said sarcasm etched into your tone.

"West, can we keep her? Please?" Asked Bunny man. 'Just great' you thought.

"Ve cannot take a human into our house, Pr-Gilbirt!" snapped West, glaring at Gilbert, was it? You didn't care at the moment. "Vhere is your home little one? I promise not to harm you," he said looking at you. You swallowed. 'Well he did promise...' Reasoned the voice inside your head.

"The Island off the coast, a little ways from here," you say nodding in the general direction of your home. The two looked at you skeptically.

"Vhat? That's impossible, there's nothing over there!" reasoned West.

"Yah the awesome me would've seen the island by now," said Gilbert. You frowned.

"Fine, don't believe me. Like I really care!" you say once again attempting to pull your arms away from West's hands. West looked from you, to the general direction of your home, then back to you.

"Ve'll valk you home," he said to you, with a wary expression on his face. Gilbert started to protest, but was none of the less dragged along with you two. When you arrived at your home, the two other gaped at the abundance of food and water.

"Who else lives here vith you little one?" Questioned West, looking around at your home. You sighed finally deciding to trust them.

"No one," was your reply. It hung in the air for a while then you continued. "Not anymore at least...not since..." You trailed off shuddering from the memory, tracing the scar on your forearm. West nodded, and Gilbert seemed much too interested in the fact that you'd said 'no one' than anything else.

"West! We can't just let her fend for herself!" he whined, the little bird thing on his head chirping in agreement.

"No I suppose not..." started West. "Is this island a country?"

"Y-Yes" you hesitantly answer. Your flag is pretty awesome though.

"And you're the ONLY one on the Island?" he questioned further. You nodded. Somehow you'd survived the wildfire, somehow.

"Yes" you say eyes sweeping your country. The country YOU represent.

"Vell then," started West. "You are a country, ja?"

"Yes," you blurted out by accident. You covered your mouth after realizing what you'd done with a horrified expression.

"Kesesese~! I am the Awesome Prussia!" exclaimed Gilbert from the tree he was currently hanging upside down from. "Oh and that's Gilbird!" he said gesturing to the small bird that was still, somehow on his head. West sighed.

"I am Germany, nice to meet you...?" he trailed off not knowing the name of your country.

"_ _, and nice to meet you too," you reply. (Sala Turtingas roughly translated in Lithuanian is Island Plentiful)