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I think this story is going to be sooooo much cooler!

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italics - the awesome narrator voice only when i feel like it

England/Arthur Kirkland

France/Francis Bonnefoy

Germany/ Ludwig Beilschmidt

America/Alfred F. Jones

Rhodesia/ Kylie Greene (OC!) based on the bestie of besties

Ireland/ Marybeth O'Neil(OC!)based on one of my besties

Love ya guys

"Dear Mr. Germany,

Ever since meeting the countries last year, I have been wanting to have one for mine. I am aware that my predecessors have always been against this, a choice I do not understand, but I am interested in this business. Please inform me on where all other countries stand on this.

Sincerely,

Prime Minister of India."

Germany looked up from the letter he received yesterday from the Indian PM, at the other countries present.

Everyone was silent for a change. Creating a new personification of a country was somewhat of a once in a while occurrence. A leader of a country would meet all the personifications of countries at a party held a week after they were elected, that were involved with theirs and would sometimes be interested in having one if they didn't already.(It was also the party when they would meet their own country's personification). The last one had been Sealand's some fifty odd years ago, at the pestering of their "prince".

"So all in favor of creating a personification for the country of India raise your hand." Oh how Germany loved taking control.

Everyone but a scowling England put up their hand in agreement.

Ignoring England's glare, Germany nodded at the surrounding countries, "So then it is decided, the usual group, England, France, America, and I will visit India to find the Indian Spirit." and with a final tilt of Germany's head, the meeting was adjourned.

What is meant by the Indian Spirit is the person who has the potential to be a country's personification. They have to be very stereotypical and strong enough to take the job. If you continue to read this story, you will understand how it works.

Germany was cleaning up the table when a loud cough alerted him to a grumpy looking England.

"I think it will be in everyone's best interest if I do not attend to this expedition."

Germany frowned, "England if it is about the Crown Jewels-"

England interrupted, going tomato red, "No! Of course not! I just don't feel up to it this time okay?" and with that he practically flounced off towards the door. Then he stopped and seem to be thinking about something. "I'll send a replacement to your place tomorrow, ten sharp okay?" then he was gone.

Germany rolled his eyes. Ever since 1987, when he had gone to visit England and had gone to see the Crown Jewels, England had been touchy about the subject of India. All because of one pregnant Indian lady, who had come up to England, who was smirking at the German's look of awe, and had asked, "When are you British, going to return our jewels?" then she did pregnant-woman walk away.

the next day 9:45 am at Germany's house or more specifically in his dining room

"France?"

"Oui mon lapin?"

"Don't call me that you dummkopf. Who do you think England is going to send as his replacement?"busy Mr. Germany had to know.

"Angelterre is not coming?" he shrugged,"He is probably going to send two people not one. It is the strange ways of Eengland non? Honhonhonhon!"

Germany slowly backed away. There was something about France's laugh that always creeped him out.

"America?"

"Don't worry the hero is here! Ahahahaha!"

Germany facepalmed, but continued, "Do you know who the two people England is going to send?"

"Whaaat! Iggy ain't comin'? Well he's probably sending mphu ju ku fu and drughu gu fu."

"America! Please stop stuffing your face! I can't understand what the hell your saying!"

"I said mphu fu and fu hughu!"

Um Mr. Germany? Just slowly start backing away.

Suddenly the front door opened and a young woman burst in to Germany's dinning room dragging a hissing and spitting England by the collar with an excited face.

"Iggy! Old man!" America rushed forward and gathered England awkwardly into a bear hug not feeling any of the abuse being subjected to his shoulders and arms as England struggled to get free, screaming British obscenities at him.

The young woman stepped away from the pair with a giant grin on her face, "Father son bonding time," she snickered.

As she stepped up to Germany to shake his hand, he saw that she was very pretty. Long wavy auburn hair fell to her waist and her dark brown eyes twinkled with mischief. The smile she was offering Germany warmed even his man heart.

As he brought up his hand to hers he was pushed back roughly by golden-maned Frenchman who had her poor poor hand cradled in both of his own, and was about press his lips to them when he went flying and crashed in Germany's dinning table.

Another woman had entered the room behind the auburn and England. She had the most vivid red and curly hair Germany had ever seen. She looked really familiar and Germany knew from the shivers he was feeling up and down his spine that it wasn't a good experience. Then he realized that she had socked France on the ear, and that made her fine in Germany's own opinion.

She turned to the auburn, "You okay Kylie?" she growled. So the auburn's name was Kylie. "I about you Frenchies," she continued, "No woman, man, or child should be allowed within groping range."

Then she noticed England, now recieving endless noogies from America's unrelenting fist. The redhead went up to America and, WHAM! Even superpower America had to feel that one. And he had. He howled and clutched his jaw, thus letting go of England, who was grabbed roughly by the redhead and flipped over her shoulder and into the wall.

"I preferred you pirate. Much less of a wimp." she said grinning.

England went bright red, and tried to salvage his dignity by attempting to make a run for it but both women grabbed his arms and frogmarched him over to one of Germany's dinning table chairs and used Kylie's bright pink scarf to tie him up in the chair.

"Kylie your supposed to be on my side!" England cried out as she secured the ends of the scarf behind the chair.

"But Aurther, this is too much fun, and besides you know you have the best magic, and therefore the best chance of finding the spirit." she straightened and brushed her lips aginst his cheek, making the skin there go pink. Then she straightened up and surveyed the room with a frown on her face.

France was still leaning against the chair he had slammed into, clutching his ear and glaring at the redhead with watery blue eyes. America, who had gotten quickly over Ireland's blow was happily munching on hamburgers again. Germany however was repeatedly smacking himself with his sheaf of papers.

"All of you," Kylie called loudly to get their attention, "France get up! America stop stuffing your face and Germany, be a dear and stop smacking yourself."

France slowly got up and made his way over to Germany's mini fridge and grabbed a beer bottle which he pressed to his jaw. He chose a spot furthest away from Ireland. America still stuffing his face sat next to France, shooting Ireland a pondering glance.

This was the first time in a long time since someone had hit him with so much power that it actually hurt. Wow. That had felt so weird. But of course it no longer hurt. The brief bruise on his jaw had already turned yellow.

Germany stopped smacking himself and came to take his place at the strategically head of the table. Glaring at America and France he shuffled through his stack of paper and handed one out to each of them. "Our plane leaves at two o' clock sharp, and I asked you all to come here early so we can think of possible places to start looking." he paused and looked up at the two women on either side of England, "I think it is best that these two introduce themselves."

Kylie stepped forward and grinned around the table, "Hey you guys I'm Kylie Greene the country of Rhodesia, off the coast of Norway. Folks just call me Kylie."she smiled again and sat back down.

"Hey you bitches, I'm the country of Ireland," she paused and took a swig of a Guinness can that suddenly just appeared in her hand, "I believe my human name is Marybeth O'Neil, but if anyone of you calls me that," she brandished the beer can, "You'll fing this rammed up your ass."

Germany suddenly remembered the first encounter he had with the country of Ireland. It was a rainy day in '67 and he had been at a bar with his brother Prussia when the door had swung open and a very drunk redhead had stomped in with a nasty cut on the side of her head, and it was reported, several people went to the hospital with broken arms and/or leg, who tried to mess with her.

Germany cleared his throat, interrupting the fearful silence that had permeated the air when Ireland had administered the threat.

"Ja okay Ireland." he turned to the other countries, "Where do you suppose we start looking?"

"New Delhi."

"Agra."

"Chennai"

"Banglore."

"Your sweet ass ."

"Oui I agree!"

Of course you can immediately tell who said the last two suggestions. It was Ireland then France for all you ahem, as Mr. Germany would say, dummkopfs.

"New Delhi's the capitol," England argued.

"But Agra is where the pride of the country, the Taj Mahal is." France countered, "But angelterre wouldn't understand. The giant man part the call Ben isn't exactly a pride is it?"

"Don't insult the Big Ben you bloody wanker!"

"Arthur hush okay?" Kylie placed her hand on England's in a placating way. "I think it best that we could start at Chennai, it is a pretty cultural city."

"But Banglore is a pretty swell country!" America called from where he was being pretty quiet- oh wait he was just stuffing his face with fries.

"All of these are pretty good ideas."Germany said, "We can split into groups and each start at a preferred location. Eng land and Rho-sorry Kylie can be a team. America and I, and Ireland and Franc- DON'T ARGUE!" for France immediately started whining.

"Please don't put me with the-"

"Fine!" Germany held up his hand to quiet the complaining Frenchman, "You may come with me and Ireland can go with America. Okay?" He looked around, no one was protesting. they knew when to stop provoking Germany. "Okay when we get there we will have to meet the P.M. to get the spirit-object, tell him our plan, exchange contact info, and then split there."

"Sounds good to a hero like me! AHAHAHAHA!"

"Yes that's all very well," England cut through America's obnoxious laughing, "But I think we all are forgetting the fact I won't be joining you all."

Suddenly England heard something clicking and felt something cold press to his temple. He looked over to his right and immediately wished he hadn't.

Oh god! His heart thumped wildly in his rib cage. Ireland had a gun pressed to his head!

"Beth," Kylie said in singsong voice, "I don't think that would be necessary. Because," her voice turned threatening, and what was meant by threatening meant so-freaking-scary-that-even-Russia-would-shut-up-about-becoming-one-with-motherfucking-Russia-for-more-than-a-year-possibly kind of threatening voice and it scared the shit out Germany, "He will be coming with us, won't you Arthur dearest?"

England gulped visibly and nodded hastily. He glanced up and glared at Germany resentfully. Then he turned to glare at his sister who just grinned back twirling the gun around her finger, "Fine." he spat at Germany, and tried and miserably failed to throw up his arms in exasperation, but forgot they were still bound by Kylie's scarf.

He turned to glare at Kylie but also... just failed. She smiled sweetly her eyes full of... WHAT! Germany's eyes were deceiving him as he saw Kylie lean in to brush her lips against England's oh so gently.

When she pulled away, England's face went red no, Spain's Amazing Tomatos Red, when he saw France's, America's, and Germany's astonished faces.

This was because these countries always thought always-grumpy-because-he-has-a-stick-rammed-up-his-ass would always belong to the forever alone club. Maybe England might have a new colony to show off or a territory. But a girlfriend? Even I, the all seeing, all knowing narrator voice could not have expected this!

Then. thankfully, a knock at the entrance to the dinning area interrupted the immensely awkward silence. A butler poked his head in, "Lunch Mr. Ludwig sir?"

"Oh yes, Sebastian, please set it here."

A black haired young man in a black suit entered pulling a cart laden with German lunch items.

He quickly piled the food on the table and left.

"Please dig in." Germany called, and America did just that.

The entire lunch was spend with idle chat about politicians, money, and other trivial items, punctuated by glares at America's terrible table manners.

Germany leanned back waiting for everyone else to finish before he spoke again, "Did everyone enjoy the food?" It was his job as host to make nobody was about to puke after eating the food he had served them.

"Oui. It was nothin like angelterre's food so of course it was delicious."

"Hey! Don't insult my food you bloody wanker! It's perfectly fine!" Everyone except for France who straight out laughed, had hid their smirks behind coughs and hands.

"Yes the food was really good." Kylie said hastily before France could stoke England's temper even more.

"Yup and so is your ass Germany" Ireland said smirking as Germany hastily sat back down

"Norway." Kylie hissed at Ireland, who just smirked and rolled her eyes.

"Jeez, Germans are such prudes like Austrians." she said laughing.

"Honhonhon you make me laugh Ireland," France obviously had to butt in to Germany's annoyance, "You obviously have no idea of Germany's porn stash un-"

"It's twelve fifty best get moving," Germany cut in hastily, his face glowing red, "Please take your luggage to the car waiting for us outside."

The car ride there was tolerable except for America's (why was it always him?) practically screaming into his phone first to Obama, then to Canada, Japan, then finally Tony.

The countries rolled up to the airport in a limo that just screamed Paparazzi! OVER HERE!

Walking straight in, they had Germany's driver, who magically summoned five more guys, deal with mostly France's luggage. They completely skived off security.

I know! But they get to skip that shit! Its commoners like us that have to have our bags raped and get groped for weapons.

They now had ten minutes to kill before boarding.

"So hey Germany, I was just wondering how we are going to create this personification?" Kylie had plopped down next to him, professional interest etched on her face.

Germany turned to face her and cleared his throat, "Well we first obtain a spirit-object from the leader which is later infused with a small amount of spirit from another personification. We scout the country for person who is strong mentally to be able to see the object and phsycially strong enough to host the country's spirit. Well it's hard to explain exactly what happens, but you'll see when we get there."

"Okay thanks Germany!" and she bounded away back to where England (whom was still tied up just in case under his jacket, making him look like he had no arms) was sitting to cuddle.

Unknown to any of Germany or the rest of them, an albino man sat on the other side of the waiting room watching them with mischievous red eyes, speaking with a German accent into a cell phone, "Ja... the awesome me sees them... ja...," he galnced down at his (fake) Rolex, "Five minutes... hurry up Antonio! Shove him a body bag if you can't bare to part with the fucking moron!... fine... ja, see ya." He hung up and smirked evilly at the unsuspecting group.

"Here comes the awesome, fucking sexy Prussia to seize your vital regions!" he muttered under his breath.