WARNING N.A. HEY GUYS PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE YOU START... This is a story I started over two years ago that I'm moving to here. I've edited all of the horrible beginning chapters so now they're decent enough.. At first this was supposed to be the life story of my fan country for Hetalia but her story is different now. The only reason why I'm still writing this story is because I still like parts of the plot line I had planned!... So with this I'd like people to read this as more of a reader insert story where you have some set bio, okay? ... I'm sorry to those who are confused about that and to those who still dislike and get mad with me about this story...

N.A. 2. I AM SO SORRY FOR THE PREVIEW BEING SO CLICHE. I'M A BAD TV COMMERCIAL LOL

CH. 1 My Name Is...

England walked over a hill,looking around rather annoyed,"Ugh,where'd that lil twit go? Canada said he went this way...Huh?" He stopped when he saw something out of the corner of his eye, turning to see it better it had turned out to be America by a stream. He marched over to the blonde country as he cursed out,"There you are! Geez! What are your doing over here!" England crossed his arms over his chest, demanding an answer.

"Huh?Oh! England,Hi!" America yelled cheerfully with a goofy grin on his face," I'm fishing!" America exclaimed casting out his line into the water again.

"But it's a stream...There are no fi-" England stopped when America just looked at him with his clueless smile,"Uh... Never mind" England let out a sigh, giving up on trying to explain it to America because he KNEW how he was...He raised him after all. "Ugh,well when you're done be sure t-" England was interrupted by a pebble bouncing off of his head,"What the?" he grabbed the side of his head and looked around baffled,"What was that?".

"Hmm? Whats the matter Engla-agh!" America was the one interrupted this time, getting hit in the face by a much larger rock causing him fall over into the stream. He thrashed around in the water until he finally sat up, hacking as if he had a fur-ball. "HEY! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO HIT ME WITH A ROCK!" America finally accused England after he caught his breath.

"Ya bloody git! I wasn't the who threw -" England froze as soon as he heard laughing," Where's that coming from?... Who's there!" England shouted out, scanning the area with a piercing glare. The only reply he got was another pebble to his head,"CUT IT OUT WHO EVER YOU ARE YOU LIL-" England stopped when he felt America's hand fall on his shoulder.

"Dude, look!" he pointed ahead of them.

England followed the direction America's finger was pointing in. His eyes grew wide when he finally saw it; up in a tree was a little girl! Her hair was pale blonde cut straight just above her shoulders, her eyes were almost like a silver blue and she was wearing something that looked like a worn out sleeping gown. Her giggles interrupted his thoughts,"A...A lil kid?" England questioned out loud, feeling glad he was interrupted before he started mouthing off but also kind of pride hurt that is was a little kid messing with them.

"Heeey... England.. You don't think that.." America started, staring up at the little blonde girl.

" What?.. You mean...-" England started in confusion but then it finally connected.

"A new country!" They both yelled out in disbelief.

"Ah" America caught the next pebble the little girl threw at him. She blinked,surprised that he caught it but then crossed her arms,not pleased that he did.

"Hey! No catch!Hit head!" she barked,obviously not knowing how to speak properly.

"Uhm...S-sorry?" America apologized awkwardly,unsure of what to do in this situation.

" Give back!" she ordered,reaching down and flailing her arm.

"H-hey! Don't do that! Y-" England tried to warn her but it was too late,she slipped and had fallen out of the tree," Ack!" England quickly reacted, running over and jumping up, catching her just in time. He let out a relieved sigh that was dipped in annoyance," You need to be more careful!" he scolded her. She just sat there frozen in his arms,still in shock from what just happened.

"Uhm..You wanted this back?" America handed her back the pebble she threw before.

She slowly looked down at it in her hands then back up at America, who was grinning at her. Then up at England,who was staring down at her with eyes that were trying to maintain a stern look but was losing to one of concern. She paused for a moment before looking back at the pebble,"Ngh... No more..." She frowned and threw the pebble into the river,now feeling bad that she had thrown rocks at them.

They both blinked,surprised from her unexpected denial."Well...Anyways,what's your name?" England asked, crouching down and gently placing her on the ground.

She smiled up at them and answered happily," Dream! "