Poland thought it was a nice day to go sailing when he found the little island nation of Biseh.

Chapter One

"Hey, Playa! I'll be, like, totally gone for at least a day! So, like, behave, okay?"

His response was a whinny. Getting onto his luxurious pink boat, Poland looked at his homeland. "Ah… We totally need more adorable flowers!"

After an hour or so at see the water became slightly choppy. "Mr. Poland, sir! We must turn back! A storm is threatening to head our way!" the captain called.

"Like, okay! This is totally a drag…" he replied. When he said that, the sea became much worst, very fast. It became a monster, sloshing onto the deck, tearing the boat in half. "OMG! Like, my totally adorable boat!" Poland cried out before a wall of water slammed into him, dragging him overboard.

**Hetalia!**

When Poland came to, he found himself in a tiny hut with bandages covering his torso.

"WTF? Like, where am I?" he thought as he rose from the bed he was lying in. He had no shirt on, but discovered it torn into rags on a chair next to the cot. At least someone had the decency to keep his pants on, though he felt bandages covering his legs.

"Hm…" He hummed while looking at many knick-knacks that were crammed on a small shelf.

A small girl waddled into the room, bearing an assortment of fruit in her arms. And she wore the pure white cloth that new nations bared. "Huh?! You're finally awake!" she exclaimed, dropping the colorful array.

"Me? Like, I'm totally fine!" Poland told the girl while bending down to pick up the fruits. "Who are you? Are there any adults around here?"

"None of that kind, sir! I woke up in this here hut. I looked, but no one was around…" she replied. "Oh, yeah! I'm apparently "Biseh"; I found the name drawn into the sand." She pointed to the floor of the hut; it was now covered with many tiny footprints and a long drag line.

"Ahh! I get it! You must be a new country! I'll, like, totally take care of you then, Ms. Biseh!" Poland exclaimed. "Any way, did anyone else wash up on shore?"

Shaking her short caramel colored hair, Biseh replied, "Nope. No one but you. But may I ask, who are you?"

Looking shocked, he answered, "I'm, like, the totally fabulous Poland!"

"Oh, okay then…" Biseh said.

**Hetalia!**

After a few hours rest, Biseh asked Poland, "Hey, you said I was a new country, right? Does that mean there's more?"

"Ah! A lot more! Like, totally more!" was his reply. "I'll totally let you meet them, "But first we have to get off your country…"

"Yeah… With what, though…?" she pondered.

"Why, a boat of course!" Poland stated to Biseh.

"Bo… boa… Wha?" Biseh tried.

"Boat. Like, what people totally use to cross water!" Poland explained.

"Oh…" she nodded without really getting it.

**Hetalia!**

It took forever, but Poland and little Biseh had made it. While the new country stared in awe, Poland complained.

To no one in particular, he said, "Well, it's a little small and crude… And it's totally not pink…"

"Well, I think it's wonderful!" Biseh exclaimed while climbing into the boat.

"Huh? You, like, wanna go now?" Poland asked the girl. "What about this island, this Biseh?"

"I'm pretty sure my island will be okay! Like you told me Mr. Poland, It's well hidden." She smiled sweetly. "And I bet that when I come back, it will be developed enough to defend itself!"

"Like, that's totally right! But do you have anything you wanna, like, bring with you?"

"Oh!" Biseh exclaimed while clambering out of the crude boat. "There are some things! I'll be right back."

Watching the young country waddle off, a nice ocean breeze combing the small, lovely island, Poland thought, "She's such a sweet little girl! I bet Playa's going to love her!" He looked out into the horizon. "And I need a new shirt…"

"Mr. Poland! I'm back! Let's go!" Biseh called while running towards him, breaking his line of thought. She looked kind of funny trying to carry a sack the size of herself to the boat.

Poland walked over to the struggling country, picked up the luggage, and set it in the boat. "Why, that's, like, a lot of stuff for you!"

"It's not much…" Biseh admitted to him as he picked her up and set her next to the sack. "It's just some knick-knacks. And clothes."

"Mhmh." Poland hummed. And then he realized something. Turning to the newer, content country, he asked "How long was I out?"

"Uh…" she said while counting on her pudgy fingers. "About four days! And it's been two days since you've woke up!"

"A WEEK!?" Poland yelled, making Biseh flinch. Noticing, he apologized. "I'm sorry. It's just, that means I totally missed the World Meeting!"

"Is that… bad?" Biseh asked.

"N-No… It's that I've, like, totally never missed one before." Yup, he was hyper-ventilating a little.