Hetalia- Axis Powers

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers.

Hi guys! This is my first fanfic for Hetalia and I hope you guys enjoy! Btw, as you can see by the first sentence I have created a fan character, Portugal. I MADE HER A GIRL! So, as you can see, I like to create fan created characters XD Anyway, enjoy and review please!

I'm Portugal! I like to know what the axis and the allied forces are doing. I'm tough and I stand up for what I believe in! I like to carry around a sword, too. I have long brown hair and I wear a greenish suit. I wear black boots, too.

I was bored and I decided to wonder around the building where all the nations usually stay most of the time. "Portugal! Hey neighbor!" Spain said as I passed him.

"Hi Spain! Where's Romano? I guess Germany's not around," I joked.

"Nope!" He said with a laugh.

"See ya around!" I called to him. I started to head toward the meeting room that the axis and the allies usually are in. I wonder what they're doing now…

"Hiya!" I said as I popped my head in the room.

"Yo!" America called back to me chewing his hamburger at the same time.

"Dude, when you have something to say while you're eating just chew then speak?" I said now walking in.

"So, how are things going?" I asked slamming my hands on the table with a smile.

"Very good Portugal," Said a soft but respectful voice. It was the short black-haired man sitting at the other end of the table. It was Japan. I smiled at him.

"Will you stop?" I heard a man with a British accent say.

"Britain, France! Stop it!" Germany said trying to keep things in order.

"Tell him to stop! He's the one who is touching my head!" French exclaimed.

"No! He started it anyways!" Britain said. They sounded like little kids accusing each other!

"SHUT UP!" I yelled and swung out my sword. "Another word, you'll get a haircut."

Everyone's eyes went wide and I knew I scared everyone out of their wits. Except for Russia, who was smiling widely. You can't scare that dude unless you bring Belarus in here. Then he'll cower away under the table or something.

"So," I said putting the sword back in its holder with a shing! "Anything else?" I narrowed my eyes to Britain and France. They both looked at me and I saw France trying to pull the wool over my eyes. He was trying to poke Britain secretly. Nice try, France.

I pull out my sword again and this time, in one swift movement, took a couple of steps and swiped my sword at the back France's head.

"AGH! SACRE BLEU!"