Chapter One

The Micronations

The room was silent as the last two people shuffled into the world meeting, each polar opposites to the other. Each country looked at one another, all of them wondering who these two countries were and why they were just appearing now. Only two of the major countries recognized the two girls.

One of the the girls was a small and little thing with short, layered blonde hair that fell in a smooth angle with it shorter in the back and longer in the front with it parted to the left. She had wide, round blue-grey eyes hidden behind a pair of thick framed glasses, her irises looking like the sky that hung over the ocean on a chilly, rainy day. She also had a sniffling, runny red nose that made her look like she had a cold, her pale skin flushing a little around her cheek to add the effect on her inverted-triangle shaped face. She wore a simple white blouse with a thick, light navy blue trench coat, a pair of black pants, and an odd pair of canary yellow rainboots. While she looked like most of her body was shaking like a tree branch in a hurricane, her hands were perfectly still, holding a large silver tray that contained pretty white, light navy blue, and canary yellow striped tea cups. She looked practically terrified.

The other girl was a completely different story. She had choppy chocolate brown hair that fell in stringy curls to the chin of her diamond shaped face. Her defiant brown eyes glared at anyone who dared to give a silent, judging stare. She had golden bronze skin, and most likely it would've been smooth and clear if not for the scars and burns that tattered her body. This girl wore a green muscle tank top with an orange sun drawn on, a pair of cuffed jeans, and some dirty black combat boots that looked like hand-me-downs from Germany; which they were. But what made everyone do a double take on this girl was not her scars and burns or her angry glares. No, it was the protestor sign that she held in one hand, and the battle axe that was strapped to her back.

"Alright," the protesting girl snapped in a harsh, controlling voice. She sounded like she was trying to mask her regular accent with a mixture of others, making her sound like a German trying to sound like American imitating a Brit. The blonde girl giggled a little when the protester spoke. While she didn't have any weapons on her, she did have a umbrella strapped to her back along with, peculiarly, a puffin perched on her shoulder. "Listen here you bullies, I am Wendland, this is Lundy, and we are here for one thing and one thing only:

"We want to separate from our controlling nations and become our own nations!" She lifted up her protesting sign like a valiant knight holding up his sword. "Down with the micronations and long live new nations!"

At first, Lundy sat awkwardly in between her big brother England and his frenemy, France, on her brand new assigned seat with her little puffin, Martin. Although, technically, it was more like assigned stool. And well, Lundy did not sit there for long really. Soon enough England had her sit in between him and Germany at the corner of the table because of Mr. France's constant flirting with her.

"You know, you have much prettier eyes than your bushy-browed big brother. Really, I could stare into those skies in your eyes all day long…"

It wasn't that little Lundy wasn't flattered. Really, she was. But after a life mostly made of solitude and never being known of, all the attention she was getting was a bit frightening. Although, it wasn't like sitting by Germany was much better for her; he would just stare at her until she looked back at him and he turned away with ruddy cheeks and glossy eyes, obviously not paying attention to any of the conversations going on around him.

Lundy sighed silently before seeing out of the corner of her eye England looking down at her every now and then in an almost disapproving way. It upsetted her to think of her big brother so angry with her. She wondered what she could do to fix everything.

I've disappointed him, haven't I? Oh dear… And he hasn't even touched his hot chocolate yet! Big Brother always loves his hot chocolate when I make it for him! Maybe I should try talking to him…?

She turned to look at Martin who was now sitting on the table and waddling around almost drunkenly. Lundy reddened at the sight of some hot chocolate marks marking the edges of his beak. Sneaky little puffin! she thought angrily and embarrassed before snatching the puffy bird off the table and setting him down on the floor next to her stool leg. She gave a warning look before nodding her head towards England and raising an eyebrow.

Martin nodded.

Lundy decided to take that as a go for it. She took in a deep breath before sitting up and looking around her before meeting eyes with Germany. His mouth was hanging open like he was at a loss for words. Lundy smiled politely. "He's just my puffin," she whispered to him before turning back to face the front and eye her big brother out of the corner of her eye. She started rethinking her entire decision and then decided if she was going to have make like Wendland and follow that crazy protester's motto: Just do it.

"Big Brother?" Lundy whispered softly to England in a shaky voice, her overwhelming emotions causing her voice to end up cracking at the end. She blushed as some of the other countries around them looked at the pair while still talking amongst themselves. Goodness how she hated all this attention.

England looked down at her and glared.

"What do you want now?" he hissed back at her, green eyes burning in irritation. She flinched and looked down at her folded hands in her lap.

"I… I was just wondering if you were cross with me. For wanting independence like Wendland and following her around even though you told me not to." Her soft voice with that slight British accent wavered as she looked up at him with wide eyes, fresh tears shining and threatened to spill over her dark lashes. "Are you, though? Are you really mad at me?"

England hesitated before sighing with a frown and patting her on her shoulder in a very calming manner. "We'll discuss this later, alright? How about after this meeting we go to your house and talk about this over some lemonade, and maybe even I'll make you some tea. Alright?" Lundy stared into his green eyes and saw nothing but sibling concern and love from her big brother. A warm feeling filled her chest.

She offered a quaint smile and nodded. "Yes, I'd like that very much. Thank you for letting me stay, Big Brother."

Before England could respond, a loud laugh filled Lundy's ears and she leaned back in her chair with her hands on the table as she turned in her seat to see what all the ruckus was about, subconsciously brushing off England's hand as she leaned back.

And there he was.

A man with dusty blond hair that had an ahoge sticking up from the right side of his head was the source of the loud laughter. He wore a warm looking bomber jacket over a tan suit, tilting back in his chair from laughing so hard that she could see the bold 50 on the back on his jacket. His shiny glasses and shut eyes hid the color of his eyes, but Lundy could almost swear she could see the man with sky blue eyes. She felt like she had seen the man before and started racking her brain to try to remember.

Lundy could never remember much of her past, being such a small country and all, and even besides her being so small, what she did know of her past always swam around in her mind and gave her a headache. She thought and thought, but nothing would come to her. Had he ever visited her small little micronation? Probably not, seeing as she barely had any tourists and what ones she did were usually banned for trying to kill her puffins.

"Oh my god dudes, like giving up burgers is ever an option!" The man shot back at the other nations, although he still seemed to be very cheerful seeing as he was still laughing.

Lundy jumped when she felt a warm, gloved hand tap the back of hers and turned to find Germany looking at her. She pulled back her hand and smiled politely before leaning in.

"Yes, Mr. Germany?"

The stout blond man looked rather bashful when Lundy said his name and she tried to ignore the obvious blush on his ruddy cheeks as he spoke to her in his thick accent- the same accent that her best friend Wendland had had once upon a time. "Do you know vho that country is? I saw you looking and vas vondering if you already knew him, or if you were trying to remember or something…"

Lundy nodded. "I was just trying to remember him; he seem awfully familiar. Do you know him? Are you allies?"

Germany scoffed. "Allies? Vith him?" The big man rolled his crystal blue eyes.
"Hardly. But he's name is America, just so you know."

"America," she repeated, liking how the country's name rolled so smoothly off her tongue. Lundy smiled at the sudden realization of a faint memory of overhearing one of Big Brother's conversations. She nodded finally to Germany. "Thank you, Mr. Germany. That was very nice of you to tell me that. Have you enjoyed your hot chocolate?" She tilted her head while waiting for his response. Germany paled before nodded and taking the last gulp of his gone -cold hot chocolate. "Yes, yes, just a little too sveet for my liking."

Lundy looked at him with a determined look. "I promise I'll try my absolute best to make yours less sweet next time. Now if you'll excuse me…" Lundy then stood up with silently and tried to make no notice to herself as she scooped up Martin and attempted to scurry out without making a scene. Sadly, she was friends with Wendland.

Just as she was grasped the doorknob and about to be home free, she heard a scrape of a chair and the familiar slam of Wendland's protesting sign against a table. She cringed before Wendland ever spoke.

"LUNDY!"