So, this is my first story- that I am determined to finish to the end Wish me luck! This story is focused on Russia/OC, Prussia/OC, and maybe a bit of Germany/OC, though I think that last pairing with be implied. Please, review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or any other country, name, or reference to the material. I do however; own my OC's and their temperamental personalities.

Time: 1820, Antarctica.

My short, dark red hair blew in the wind, and grey eyes surveyed the ship frozen in the ice sheets. My people had told me they saw this group of people coming from a vision from the Gods, but I had dismissed it. Well, I was eating my scathing words now. I was worried for my people, not for these...intruders. Were they waging war against my people? They would die, quickly. My people did not know how to deal with this…abnormality, and were probably without any advantages these newcomers seemed to have. The weather was especially vicious, but my country's weather patterns did not affect me, like it did to the others, the more mundane people of the earth. The weather was the reason I was alone. Who would possibly have the desire to come here?

My people did not bother with foreign languages, and I did not speak any languages but the tribal, primitive ones they did, so I was at a loss of what to do, as I could not simply walk up to them and welcome them to my land. The wind slowed from its howling, and one lone man climbed dwon from a thick rope onto the ice, sprawling with the slickness of the ice. The person yelped- a man, by the sounds of it. I walked over, feet graceful. I lowered my hood, my eyes the only thing visible from the ruby-red scarf I had on. I crouched down to his level, my eyes meeting his gaze with a sigh from him. He was a rather handsome man, as far as my standards were.

Pretty eyes, the shade of sapphires, (although they were hidden by spectacles) and a curtain of blonde hair decorated his scalp. He smiled at me gently, kindly. I smiled back, taking his hand from the ground and pulling him up. He frowned at me, snatching his hand back and stuffing it in his coat. I remembered I wasn't wearing gloves, or a mask, or earmuffs. He probably thought I was a demon or something. I frowned, gesturing wildly with my hands that I was surprised to see him. He smiled, and said something.

"Hello, angel of the ice. What is your name?" I raised an eyebrow, and cocked my head to the side. What was he saying? It sounded familiar, and it was definitely a question. I shrugged with my shoulders, and stared at him, trying to decipher his words with his facial expressions. The man sighed, and turned around to wave at the people on the ship, who had been looking down with something akin to lust. I took a step back, and another, and another, (with horror, I think) until I was a decent few meters from the man and his ship. He turned back around, and frowned at me, motioning for me to follow him up the ship, in which a rope had been thrown down to hoist him up.

I shook my head, my hair whipping back and forth. I turned tail, and ran for my life, my scarf falling off in the process. It was a long scark, and it frequently tangled in my legs. I spun around to pick it up, and looked the man to see a sad expression on his face. Did he want me to be raped by his lonely crew? I smiled thinly, and shook my head again. I didn't want to follow him, with those half-starved looks trained on me. Rape was common enough from my people, to my own dismay. Conquests of little civil wars produced the population, and everyone looked the same now. It worried me, and I knew I was going to do something insane. I smiled wider, and motioned for them to follow me, instead. They did, with shouts of laughter. The jewel-eyed man walked up to me first, and took my hand. I froze, my own eyes staring at the gloved hand gripping mine. My eyes went up to his, and tugged it free. He let it go, and I rubbed it with my other hand, casting him a wary look.

Little did I know I was going to be coveted around the globe.

Present day, at the World conference.

"Dude, Antarctica! You're here! I like, missed you and shit! How's it hanging?" My only friend, America. Ever since 1820, he had visited me regularly, the first time to apologize for his people goggling at me, the second because he wanted to 'make sure I wasn't a demon or some shit'. His words, not mine. Russia had visited me, and he was really nice…but not anymore. I had at one point liked Russia better, but he had ruined it. Ah well, I was fine now. No one could see my cry at home.

"The feeling seems pretty common around here, doesn't it? Eh, everything is fine, though I'm pretty fucking sick of the paperwork being sent my way…" I responded, taking off my fur jacket to accommodate the insufferable heat in Florida. I was serious though. Ever since an amazing amount of oil had been found on my land, people left and right wanted to be my best friend. Ugh, no. The irony was, America had been sending me the most shit…and that was why I had bothered to come here. To make it official that I wanted it stopped. My oil was staying in my land. You could call me possessive.

"Eh? Who the hell's this? No one introduce the awesome Prussia yet?" A new, even more obnoxious voice resounded in the steadily filling room. I groaned, by eyes easily finding the source of the voice. Prussia…I had heard enough about him to detest him, but damn my dame if he wasn't sexy as fuck. I smiled, my mouth tilting up flirtatiously to match his. He grinned even wider, running a hand though his white hair. "Mein Gott! How did you hide her for so long? You fuck-". Prussia was cut off by a taller man, this one with icy blue eyes, and blonde hair. Dude, Draco Malfoy much? I thought to myself. Hey, there wasn't much to do during blizzards but read, okay?

"I'm very sorry for my brother's filthy mouth, young lady. He doesn't get out much-I'm sure you can tell" His voice was deep, and heavily accented.

"Dudette, this is Germany, he's a hard-ass, he usually stops me from saying how awesome I am and everything, and he just jealous I'm the hero." America said with total douche-bag status. I gaped at him. Was everyone here rude? I groaned, rubbing the bridge of my nose with my thumb. "Good day, I'm Antarctica. It's my first meeting, please be considerate." I said politely, bowing a little. Prussia grinned from underneath Germany's hand, and Germany himself blushed. What the hell? What was with these people? I glared at America, and still, his grin stayed. I had a feeling he was like this….a lot. I sighed, and left the males to sit down away from everyone, and pulled out a battered copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales.

It was going to be a long, long day.

So, that was the first chapter Please review! Oh, and tell me if I screwed anything up, language-wise, kay?