Hello fellow readers. I want to give you warning that A:This chapter is short, B:Most of it is probably going to be a scene from Hetalia, and C:My teachers in past didn't teach the required material, so I didn't know what a linking or helping verb is until this year, when apparently we were supposed to learn about them in elementary. My point is that my grammar is not going to be the best. Without further ado, I present you, "The little girl"

Chapter one: How my story began

"Hey, Britain," said a voice far, but near at the same time, "All I wanted was my freedom." I slowly came to my senses and slowly got up and gained my sense of feel back. It was poring down rain and the sound of cloth and guns rubbing against each other filled my ears. "I'm no longer a child, nor am I your little brother. From now on consider me Independent!" I found myself getting up at looking at the scene before me from behind a rock. The man in the red coat panted then ran up to the one in the blue coat with his gun. He was about to stab him when the blue coated man blocked the attack with his gun. I nearly gasped as his gun got knocked out of his hands.

"I won't allow it," said the red coated man, "You idiot, why can't you follow anything through to the end."

"Ready, aim," said another blue coated man. And all of the blue coated people aimed their guns at the solo red coated man. He panted loudly and put his gun to his side.

"There's no way I can shoot you," he said, "I can't," as he said that he threw his gun to the ground, "Why, heavens why?" he cried out. He was on his knees sobbing,"It's not fair." I started to feel bad for the man in the red coat. No one should have to go through this.

"You know why," said the man in the blue coat. It looked as if they were looking back at a old memory. A happy one, which seems so sad at the moment. How I wished I could see what they were thinking. "What happened. I remember when you were great." There was silence as the red coated man cried. After some time of the red coated man crying and the blue coated men watching they turned around to leave.

"America, you ungrateful git, come back here this instant." My eyes widened as I heard the name. The man I now know the name of didn't say a word and walked away. In my direction. I panicked, but kept silent. I then looked down and realized something.

"I'm short," I mumbled under my breath. Don't get me wrong, I was always short, but I was as short as a toddler. Probably shorter than that as I inspected myself more. I looked back up and saw that the red coated man got up and walked away. The soldiers just walked past me. I was shocked the they didn't see me. I almost scoffed when I discovered that there boots were taller than me. After a while, all that was left was me and the, blue coated soldier, named America. I wondered when he got there. I was starting to think that he would never leave when he stood up and headed towards my direction. He kept his head down until he heard me hiccup. I ducked down, but was to late. He walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"What are you doing her little one," he said. I stood in awe as he talked me. I was beginning to think that I was a ghost

"I-I d-don't know. I-I ju-just woke up h-here." I nearly cried out.

"It's alright kid," he comforted.

"M-Mister, c-can you tell me what your name is?"

"Alfred. F. Jones. Otherwise known as the United States of America," He replied. It was painfully obvious that he usually says that with pride and confidence, "What's your name, little one." I thought about this for a while, but I couldn't come up with anything. 'How pathetic, you can't even remember your own name.' I was taken back from the voice, but didn't show it.

"I-I'm sor-sory, Mister. I-I can't remember i-it. I-I can't remember a-a thing." I shook In terror and and Alfred wrapped his arms around me.

"Sh, it's alright. You can stay with me until you get your memory back."

"Th-Thank you, Mister Aw-Awfred." He smirked and held me tighter.

"You're welcome, kid-o." I smiled and dug my face in his chest. 'Don't get your hopes up, kid. He will leave you behind. Just like everyone else did. You are bound to be alone.' I didn't even flinch at the voice and pretended that I didn't hear anything.

"Mister, when do we get to your home?" I wasted no time on questions, as I was tired and didn't really care who I was going home with.

"Right after I catch up with the troops. I need to see if they know you first."

"Ok," I said. Satisfied with the answer, "Then do we go home?" He laughed a bit then nodded.

"If none of them recognize then yes. We do go home. Now come on." He picked me up then ran to catch up with the others. I didn't know it then, but this was the moment that changed my life