Author Note: (ALWAYS READ THE AUTHOR NOTE, THEY ARE IMPORTANT IF THEY ARNT I WILL TELL YOU, forgive me if they are long, still read)

Hello, my lovely readers! I'm the Author 1945 (Author for short) and this is the first chapter to the first story in my series!

Audience: (applause)

Firstly, let me explain what I'm doing. This is not a single story. Rather a collection of many different tales, each as a separate entry, just click my name to get all my stories in order AND BE SURE TO READ THEM IN ORDER. From this point on, I will regularly be posting stories that all relate to one another, a series if you will of one shots and multi-chapters. What about? Well, Hetalia of course because I love Hetalia and I'm a history buff! You see, there's an entire time frame that's never mentioned in Hetalia series, between WWII and modern day (and no the Roswell part doesn't count!), the late 40s, 50s, 60s and so forth. So a lot of my series is placed during that time frame, what I like to call the Untouched Decades.

And then there a boatload of characters that are never mentioned, I think because they're too controversial (though Hetalia is about Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy being guiltless BFFs soooo…) Countries such as Israel, Palestine, Lebanon, North Korea, East Germany and many others. So my series will focus on these Untouched Nations and their histories, relations and such.

So this is a humorous and light hearted at times yet also dark and serious at others type of series. I'll have funny and cute stories featuring my OCs, canon characters and some historic events, but then we'll get to more serious historical events and…yeah…don't expect a barrel of laughs, kids.

My main OC, the one you'll be seeing the most of, is the young country Israel. He's going to be quite different from some of the other Israels you may have seen on this site (and for those of you coming from my story The Son, yes he's different from that one but still lovable!)

Now, I research these stories like hell, I want to be a historian when I'm older, but unfortunately I'm not a historian as of now and don't have unlimited sources at the tips of my fingers. So if I do make a historical inaccuracy and you happen to be an expert in that particular area (I have a lot to memorize, folks, I might get confused at times, this is a loooooooong series,) please tell me! Just site your source or I wont take you seriously!

And one last note before we begin, I update regularly. If there's one thing that pisses me off its when a writer starts a story and then takes forever to update. Sometimes they never update and just leave a story incomplete, which pisses me off more because I wait forever for an update and then by the time they do update (if ever) I'm disinterested the story. So I wont do that to you guys. I'll post at the very least a one-shot a week, or two to three chapters of a multi-chapter a week. If there is a delay, I'll tell you. So just regularly check out my story file, again just type The Author 1945 in the find box under writers and you'll come across one of my stories pretty fast or just fav me (the latter is preferred!)

All right, lets get on with the show before I bore you all to tears. This first multi-chapter is just a basic back-story and outline to my main OC who you'll get to know even farther after this, Israel. So lets begin! Starting in, where else? America! Enjoy!

Warnings: Cuteness galore, slight war references in later chapters.

New York City, 1948:

"WAAAAAAH!"

America perked up his ears. He'd just been walking down the streets of his home city, empty of people due to the bitter cold, searching for a light bulb (to no avail.)

"WAAAAH!"

There was that cry again. And it didn't take a genius to recognize the lonely wail as…

"Sounds like a kid crying," said America, "looks like its HERO time!" With that the youthful nation dashed off in the direction of the sound.

Soon, the cry led him to the steps of an old synagogue, a Jewish temple. He glanced around then walked up the stairs. He cocked an eyebrow curiously. Sitting at the top of the steps right near the door was a box, covered in a flag with a familiar design to it. It was blue and white, with a six-pointed blue star in the center.

What the…? America thought. But then the same cry he'd heard before came from the box.

"WAAH!

America, curiosity peaked, kneeled down and whipped the flag off the box, tossing it aside and revealing what lay underneath.

Probably the tiniest human America had ever seen. The creature had neat black hair and slightly tanned skin. He wore a white pajama nightshirt. His tiny face was stained with tears, the sudden amount of moonlight pouring into his resting place caused the child to stop crying and open his eyes up at America. They were big, blue, and oddly familiar to the American. And they shone curiously up at the American, as if they'd never beheld such a creature.

"A baby?' whispered America, surprised by his find. The infant stopped crying. And America suddenly realized something else about the infant. He was probably the cutest thing since teddy bears. America couldn't help but look down at his little tear-stained face and sparkling blue eyes and want to scoop him up, hug him, and give him toys and candies so that he would smile. Whoever his parents were must have been either stupid or blind to abandon such an adorable child.

"Uh...hey, little guy. Where are your mommy and daddy?" He didn't really expect a reply, but it just seemed like a natural thing to say.

Then he looked closely at the baby. He realized that this was no ordinary child: the clothes he wore were unique. America had worn the same type of apparel as a newborn.

"You're a country like me, aren't 'ya, little bud?" he said, smiling widely. The boy seemed to like his friendly face; he smiled and gave little giggle.

America reached his hand into the crate. The baby grabbed his finger. Tight.

"OW!" cried America, drawing his hand out of the crate. His finger was all red where the baby had gripped it.

"Quite a grip for a little guy," muttered America, sucking on his finger a bit. The baby started laughing and reaching upwards, clearly wanting to be picked up. America obliged and lifted the giggling baby out of the crate.

"Cute little guy, " America muttered, binging the boy close to his face to get a better look at him. The baby giggled and snatched his glasses off his face. He tried to put them on, but they were much too big and slid right down to his shoulders. America laughed, took his glasses back, and put them back on.

The baby yawned. America cradled him with one arm. The infant looked curiously up at the star sewed unto Americas jacket. He put his tiny hand on it and smiled up at America.

Awwww, thought the American, heart melting.

"Poor little guy, being born all alone out here, I know what that's like," America then smiled wildly. "Well, luckily you attracted my attention. I'll take good care of you..." He glanced at the flag that the baby had been covered with.

"…Israel." said America. Upon hearing his name, the child smiled and let out a happy squeak.

"America!" came a voice from behind. America turned abruptly, and saw a young man only slightly older then him standing at the foot of the steps, breathing heavily as if he'd traveled a long way to get there. He was dark-eyed with olive skin, clearly Arabic, he had messy black hair and wore a ragtag uniform.

"Palestine?" said America " what are you doing here?"

Palestine saw the baby in America's arm and mentally cursed himself for having arrived too late. Why hadn't Lebanon told him earlier the boy wasn't going to be in Jerusalem?! Well, maybe he could still get the brat.

He glared up exasperatedly at the western nation. "Y'know for a 'hero' you sure ain't much of a detective." The Arabic nation held out his hand, "gimme the kid," he ordered.

America took a defensive step backwards and shielded Israel with his body. "Why?" he asked, now with a suspicious and angry edge to his voice.

"Oh, come on, America. Aren't you the one who's always going on about justice? That's what I'm here for." Palestine pointed to Israel accusitoringly, with absolute hatred shining in his eyes. "He's an occupier!"

"He's a kid!" yelled America angrily.

"He's a Zionist, a Jew. He's a danger to himself and everyone around him."

"A danger!?" cried America in disbelief. He'd seen more dangerous things in a petting zoo.

"Ay wah," said Palestine with a stubborn nod, "He stole some of my land and I'm here to get it back! Now, give me the baby, I promise it'll be quick, I'll even do it in the alley where you cant see, just give me the-"

"Like hell I will!" yelled America, hugging Israel to him. Well, so much for him willingly giving the kid up.

"Then it looks like we'll have to do this the hard way," said Palestine and with that he took out his gun and aimed it at America's head.

"You have three seconds to throw that brat over to me and walk away or else I shoot you and take it. One...two..."

However, in a spit second motion, America took out his gun and pointed it at Palestine's head.

"…three." America said.

For ten long seconds, no country made a sound, neither dared to move.

"Take a step closer and I put a hole in your head," said America threateningly.

"Give me the brat or I put one in yours."

"That's country to you, and no, I don't think I will," said America," I think I'd rather he stayed with me then in your loving care."

"You'd risk your life for that…that…" Palestine said, unable to find a word to describe his bitterness towards Israel.

"Yeah, maybe I get attached to things real easy, maybe part of being a HERO is standing up for the little guys like him, and maybe I don't like the idea of a newborn being killed in an alley!"

Palestine clenched his teeth in anger, partially because he sort of agreed with that last note. He thought for a second then slowly lowered his gun, knowing he didn't have a chance of beating a superpower head on.

"Fine, we call it a draw, for now," he said angrily, " but I'll get my land back, one way or another that brat's going down."

America huffed and nodded once, keeping his gun trained on the Arabic land as he turned on his heel and walked off. Once America was certain he wads gone, he holstered his pistol and looked down at baby Israel, who had fallen asleep.

"Looks like you just got your first enemy, little guy, congratulations," said the American with a smile, "I didn't get mine 'till I was at least ten."

America knew what to do next.

BOTTEM PAGE NOTE IS WHERE I PUT TRANSLATIONS, HISTORICAL CONNECTIONS AND EXPLANATIONS, AS WELL AS NOTES FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS AND FICS, ALWAYS READ OR YOU'LL DEFIDENTLY MISS SOMETHING!

Translations:

Arabic: Ay wah = Yes.

Israel: yes, Israel is a young child throughout my series. Reason being the state of Israel wasn't established until, by country standards, recently, in 1948. I know, I know, there was an Israel waaaay before that but I decided to have that as a separate character, seeing as modern day Israel is quite different from its ancient counterpart.

I know what you're thinking, doesn't that mean Israel wasn't around during the Holocaust? Yes, it does. I have my reasons for this. One, Israel wasn't actually established until three years after the war ended and before then there wasn't a country for Israel, there was just Palestine. You could make the argument that the Zionist movement and the Diaspora could be represented as him, but the Zionists weren't that powerful and the Diaspora was all over the place and largely assimilated.

Israel is a boy: I know, I know, "blah, blah, why is Israel a boy?" I know most other stories have had Israel as a girl, but I always saw him as a little boy who trailed the other countries around, especially after reading into most Israeli's personalities (I thought "little kid" originally, then I researched Israeli traits and thought "mischievous yet adorable little kid") Maybe its because the name Israel is a boy's name, maybe it's the personality, I don't know, I always saw him as a boy, so that's what I'm writing him as.

For those of you who are upset by his not-girlness, don't worry; there will be girl OCs.

Palestine: If Palestine seems a bit mean here I remind you that this is Israel's back-story; he is kind of an antagonist in this one.

Born in New York?: I'll explain why Israel was in New York rather than Jerusalem later.

America lives in New York: I don't know, it just seems like such an America place to live. Can you really see him living in D.C.? It also serves as a reason Israel might be put there; New York has one of the highest Jewish populations in the world. Besides, New York was the original proposed capital if the USA.

"Lebanon told him…": We'll see more of Palestine and Lebanon later.

Oh,
and as the series moves foreword, if any of you disagree with the facts I present or the way I present them, please, I beg of you, challenge me! PM me and debate me (civilly) on the subject! If I am wrong then I want to be proven wrong! Unfortunately as I'm constantly busy forgive me if I'm late responding especially if I'm also debating with five other people (which I usually am.)

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Nothing too historical yet, just a brief back-story. Stay tuned, folks, it gets cute and historical after this!