I was sick of all the other countries bickering and fighting. It was driving me nuts. I mean they all hate me simply because I'm America! They're all just jealous because I'm the youngest country in the world and I have grown stronger then everyone! Sometimes it feels like I have no real friends like, there only with me so they have someone strong to fight there battles. So I decided to take a little vacation away from it all. No fighting, no trading, no anything till I was fully rejuvenated. I went to a private beach house in Florida. The house was a small, one bedroom, one bath. It had a hammock on the small light brown porch and a little kitchen. There wasn't really a living room or anything, and normally I would want a big house and lot of video games, but I was sick of the noise and wanted time to think and just be around nature. God I sound like England. The house was on the white beautiful sand and it felt like I was the only one in the world. I went inside and took a shower and put on my boxers to sleep in. I looked in the mirror. My golden hair was dripping wet and my blue eyes looked tired. My tan skin was covered by the white towel that was draped on my shoulders. I crossed the hall and went into my little bedroom which had mostly blue furniture. My bed was a four-poster and king sized. It had a white nightstand to the right of it and a window looking out at the sea. Also, it had hard wood floors and a full closet. I turned off the light and crawled into the bed and fell asleep to the sound of the waves.

In the morning I woke up and had my favorite breakfast, bacon and eggs. I read a little, and then I started to get bored, so I threw the paper aside and grabbed my surfboard and hit the waves after I got into my red swim trunks. I walked up to the awesome blue water, and I had left my glasses on my towel, a safe distance away from the water. I swam far out and hit some hella big waves. I must have been out there for hours because the next thing I knew the sun was setting. I dragged my board on to the beach and went to my towel. I put on my glasses and stuck the board in the sand. I looked up and down the beach and the sunset looked like fire, it was gorgeous. It really was nice to just be Alfred which is my name but everyone just calls me America. My eyes settled on a white object in the distance. I walked towards it to find that the object was a young girl.

"Oh my God! Like are you alright?" I yelled running to her side and pulling her off her face and onto my lap. She had short light blue hair which was very odd, maybe it was dye. She was really pale like a ghost or something. All she was wearing was a skimpy, small white dress. She was thin and very short. She was like the size of a twelve year old. There was dried sand in her hair and she had Goosebumps all over her small frame. She looked very sick and her breaths came in short gasps.

"Oh man you don't look so good." I whispered to her. I picked her up bridal style and ran back to the house. I kicked the door open and laid her on my bed and pulled up the covers.

"Should I call someone? No umm, all get a warm wash cloth, ya that's what all do!" I yelled to myself and got a cloth. I tried to wash some of the sand off and I put some heating blankets on top of her. I sat with the light dim all night for fear she would just die if I didn't watch her. When the sun came up I was relieved when I saw her stir and cough.

"Thank God your ok." I said happily and smiling. Her eyes opened and I felt like my heart stopped. They were beautiful dark blue orbs staring back at me. She had thick black eyelashes and flushed cheeks.

"Where am I?" She said in a bell like voice. She had no foreign accent, so I couldn't tell where she was from. Although she obviously spoke English. Was she a country?

"Your in my house, in America, I found you washed up on the beach." I said.

"You saved me?" She asked. My face turned red and I scratched the back of my head.

"Ya well it wasn't a big deal or anything, I am a hero after all." I said looking down at her with a sweet smile. She gave me a faint smile and then she gasped.

"You're America!" She said with huge eyes. If she knew that, she had to be a country, but I had never seen her before.

"Are you a country?" I asked.

"I think so…I can't really remember." She said with a confused look on her face.

"That's ok, do you know your name?" I asked. She grabbed her head and tears started welling up in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I just can't remember anything." She whimpered.

"Oh, hey now, its ok, don't you worry, I'm going to help you, ok? You probably hit your head or something." I said, trying to comfort her.

She looked at me with teary eyes, she looked so scared maybe I didn't recognize her, but maybe one of the older countries would.

"Ok, I'm going to get us a ride back to my place and then call a meeting as to what I should do about you, ok?" I said.

"Why would you help me?" She sniffled.

"Well duh, what kind of man would I be if I didn't help a pretty girl get back home?" I said ruffling her hair.

I left her on my bed and went to the kitchen to call England, who I guess I could call a friend. The phone rang a couple of times before he answered.

"America, do you have any idea what time it is?" England said in a groggy voice.

"Sorry man but I really need your help. I don't know what to do." I said.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you just disappear without at least telling me where you were going. What's wrong, did you get hit by a car, shot, stabbed anything?" He asked.

I felt my eye twitch. "No nothing like that, I found a girl washed up on the beach I'm at and, I think she's a country but I don't know which one. She can't remember anything about herself but she knew who I was." I said.

"Oh no, get her to your place and I'll come and look at her, alright America. And don't do anything stupid." He said, and then hung up the phone. England could really be an asshole from time to time, but at least he was going to help me with this girl. I felt stupid; most countries could tell if a person was a country just by looking at them, I couldn't yet. I called for a helicopter to pick us up and then I went back into my room. She was looking around the room like a lost little kid, I felt bad for her. I sat by her and said,

"Our ride is on it's way, but would you like to maybe take a shower or something? I asked.

She shook her head frantically and said. "No, but thank you. Do you have any clean clothes I could borrow?" She asked with a slight blush on her face.

"Ya I do, just hang on, their probably way to big for you, but better than nothing, right?" I said getting up and pulling out one of my white T-shirts and a pair of black boxers.

"Are these ok? I know their boys clothes but it's all I have right now."

"Yes, those will be fine, thank you." She said.

I gave her the outfits and then left so she could change. I came in when she was done. I was right, my clothes were huge on her but she looked warmer at least. Suddenly I heard the helicopter outside and the girl jumped and then, hid under the covers.

"It's ok, it's just a helicopter. That's what is going to take us to my place." I said.

She looked up from under the blanket and whispered,

"I hate flying, it's scary."

I laughed and pulled off her blanket and said. "It's ok, I'll be their if you get scared, alright?"

"Ok, only if you're with me." She mumbled.

She tried to get out of bed but her knees buckled, and she started to fall. I caught her and put my arm around her waist. She put her arm around my shoulder and said. "I'm so sorry, this must be hard for you."

"Are you kidding? You're a shrimp." I chuckled.

I took her to the helicopter and she sat by me and held my hand. She really was scared. It took forever to get back to my place but when we finally got there, she was fast asleep. I live in a ten story mansion and it sort of looks like the white house, but cool and in a more private area. I brought her inside, scaring the hell out of my maids and butlers. I took her to one of the larger living rooms and laid her on a tan couch. I put a blanket over her and then sat in an arm chair by the fire. It was very late. I decided to just lay on the other couch and sleep. In the morning England would come over and I would find out what I should do with her.


(A:N) Well this is my very first Hetalia story, so please dont be mean. This was kinda like an intro for a hopefully long OC story line. I love Hetalia alot but, if your some huge history buff then you probably wont like this. (This story is not historical)