AN/ Some things you should know; in this story territories and states and such are personified. This is AU because of my OCs. First story. Criticism welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or anything else related to it,except my OCs and this plot...

Veneshia checked his suit, then double checked. He hoped nobody would recognize him. After getting stranded, they all probably thought he was dead. 'Probably blamed Russia.' He thought, remembering his time with the nation. Veneshia checked his suit again, it had been so long since he had worn one. Everything had changed. What would he do if he saw Germany, or Austria. Even Hungry, what then? What if they recognized him? Glancing in the mirror he winced slightly, yeah, they would recognize him. After being sure he was ready, once again checking, he hesitated. A world meeting. As a new country. It would be understandable if he didn't show. After all, he was supposed to be young. Shaking his head quickly, Veneshia rejected that idea. He was going. He was also not going alone. He had all four of his children coming along; it was good that they were allowed. With a sigh, and a glance at the map of his little island, he set out to the airport in the eastern part of the island.

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Right, meeting. Ready? Ready. North checked his reflection. He'd tried to streighten out his red-brown hair, but it refused to uncurl. Skin a dark tan from so much time in the sun, and bright red eyes that he got from his father. North Veneshia tugged on his sleeves, why did he have to wear a suit, or shoes for that matter. With a sigh, North climes down the ladder of his home in the trees, and called for his horse, Hkess, to come. First, he would check his nature preserve, then he would head to the airport to meet with his father and siblings.

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InWest Veneshia walked down the hall, going to make sure the military leader had received his orders for the new trainees. Then again, perhaps he should ask someone else to. The commander was a bit frightened of West, based on his appearance. He had inherited his father's white hair and red eyes, but his skin was dark, he definitely wasn't albino, just different. After telling the young messenger to be sure the commander had what he needed, West went outside. He had the furthest to go to get to East's land, so he had to leave early to be on time.

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South Veneshia double checked that all Spell books and Potion ingredients were put up. At least North was going with, so he wouldn't break in and ruin everything. South fixed her simple blue dress, it was long and humble, nothing fancy. Short hair meant no excessive styling needed, so she was ready. Time to head to the airport.

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East Veneshia was dressed in a fancy and short dress, blonde hair tied in a ponytail. Her foot was tapping impatiently. West had arrived early, and so had her father. They were always so punctual. Next was South, who was slightly panicked that North had not yet arrived. East assured her sister that North was on his way, not breaking into her house. Their flight was minitues from leaving when North arrived, with a squirrel on his head. After explaining why he could not take a squirrel, and removing said squirrel, they got to the small plane, barely in time. They would be flying to Berlin, in Germany, stopping to switch planes after reaching land. East noticed that their father seemed unusually nervous, and decided to keep an eye on him.