Heta~Kasha:Everyone! Meet Kitterra, my sudo-nation OC!

I don't own Hetalia. It belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya, who's as cool as a little bird. If I owned it, WWII would've been a squirt-gun battle.

I do, however, own Kitterra. His entire territory is composed of my bedroom, and I'm the emperor.

Alfred F. Jones was a busy man. If running a nation was a full time job, being a nation required the days to be longer. Fortunately, the man known as America was taking the afternoon off. After ordering his normal meal—hamburgers and shakes—he turned on the TV, turning the channel to a Western. Before he sat down, he checked the clock.

4:27. The daily mail would here by now. America was expecting a new game he'd ordered from Japan, so he made his way outside to the mailbox. It was rather cool, being autumn. A peek inside revealed no packages; just junk mail. He closed the mailbox with a sigh, and turned back toward his house.

Movement out of the corner of his eye made him stop and turn. Lying on the sidewalk was a young boy in knee-shorts and a t-shirt, with black hair in a short, high ponytail. He looked like he was sleeping, but shivering due to his out-of-season clothes.

America kneeled next to the boy and poked him in the shoulder. "Hey, what're you doing?" he said, "You're gonna catch a cold like that."

The boy groaned, cracking open an eye. "Mnnnn, bugger off. I'm sleepin'." He rolled over, reaching for a blanket that didn't exist. A few moments of searching, and he rolled back over, sitting cross-legged. "Hey, what'd you do with my blanket?" He looked around; his head spinning like it was on a pivot. "Oi, where am I?"

America pointed a thumb at his chest. "You're in the United States of America, which is me. Home of the Hero!" A thought popped into the nation's head. "Wait, you can see and hear me… Are you a country?"

The boy scratched the back of his head, yawning widely. "Kinda, I guess. I dunno. Can't remember that much. Name's Kitterra, though." He held a hand out. "Nice to meet ya. Help me up; my legs are asleep." The young boy sneezed. "Seven Mounting Heavens of Celestia, it's cold. You got a heater or something?"

Whether Alfred knew it or not, this young nation would be the cause of quite a bit of trouble for America.

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