Ari: Hello! This is the debut of my OC Israel. Hope you like it!
Please R&R!
Israel lived in a fairly small house, nothing like what the other nations live in. It was just a regular house, with cream walls and a tan roof with a small, stone patio coming off the front door with some chairs and a small table on it. The house itself was only about 12 rooms, and that suited her just fine. She liked smaller, more normal houses. The big, extravagant ones reminded her of the ones she had live in for most of her life as she was passed on from empire to empire.
She was sipping a Coca Cola out of a can (not her favorite way to drink it, but it was all good). She sat on her front porch, eyeing the street. Some happy music drifted out of the small radio she had carried out on her porch.
Suddenly, a bright red Ford 4x4 bounded up the road to her house and screeched to a stop. A small smile spread across her lips, knowing what would happen next.
A blonde with a cowlick jumped out of the car. He was in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She stood up, waving at the man.
"Hey Izzy!" He screamed, bounding up to the small, stone porch.
Israel's face fell into a look of disbelief and slight shock. "Alfred, did you just call me... Izzy?"
"Yeah, why? It's cool!"
Israel shook her head. "If you're not going to call me Israel, just call me Idit like you're supposed to. Izzy is just odd. I don't like it one bit."
The American frowned a touch, somehow finding a way to look up at the small nation. "But I worked so hard on coming up with it..."
the Israeli woman sighed. "I understand how England feels when you and Francis call him Iggy. It's pure annoying."
"You used to call him Iggy!"
"No I didn't! You need to get your facts straight!" Israel shook her finger at him as if he were a puppy. America pouted. Israel smiled. "Aw, who cares? I missed you. It's been a while. This boss of yours doesn't like me much does he?"
Alfred shrugged. "Not really, but you're my best friend and I'll still keep it that way as long as I can. Even if I have a boss that says I can't."
Israel looked at America. The twinkle in his eyes told her that he meant it. America was really a rebel country in his heart, breaking away from England and then going to make himself great. She was a great deal older than him, but she looked up to him all the same.
She opened the door to her house. They walked inside, chatting until they reached the couch. Israel sat down.
"So, why'd you call me and tell me you were coming over?"
"Well," America smiled, "I got this!" He held up a zombie movie.
"America, this is the second one this month. You know you get scared."
"But it's so cool looking!"
Israel smiled and shrugged. "Want a Coke?"
It was nearly halfway through the movie and America was almost peed himself about 6 times. He hugged Israel's couch cushion like it was a lifejacket and they were in the middle of the ocean. He screamed every time something moved, which was quite common, seeing as people ran away from the zombies a lot.
Israel couldn't help but smirk at how stupid the movie was. The special effects were horrible, the plot was boring, and the movie was badly made. It didn't look like the "Attack of the Trick-Or-Treaters" rather than "Zombie Apocolipse IIII."
Israel turned off the TV. America turned to her with a look of disbelief.
"Dude, what was that? Why'd you turn it off?"
"You looked ready to pee yourself."
"So?"
Israel sighed. "And it was boring. Let's do something else, like exploring the desert in my jeep."
Alfred smiled. "That sound fun! TO THE JEEP!" He dragged Israel through the house. He then stopped abruptly and looked around. "Where are we?"
Israel took his hand. "Come on."
It was dark and the two countries had become exhausted, lying on the cold sand next to a dying fire.
"Look at the stars."
America glanced at the girl. "Wha?"
"They're always constant. Ever since I was a child I could always look up at these stars and they'd still be just as they are now."
"Wow, that's cool."
Israel could've sworn she'd just hear a little boy. She looked over, seeing a full grown man. Unlike her, he'd grown up really fast. He was just over 200 and yet he was a superpower.
Israel stood up, shaking her head, trying to get the sand out of her long braid. She walked over to the jeep and took out two bags. She threw one of them at America, who looked at her with confusion.
"We can sleep here, can't we? I don't want to drive back, and I'm not letting you drive my car. We wouldn't get back to a road for another half an hour and it would take a while to get back to Jerusalem and its nearly 2:30."
America yawned, agreeing with her. They set up the sleeping bags. After they were all ready to go to bed, America fell asleep immediately, leaving Israel lots of time to stare at the stars.
