Don't worry skyfire101! This is my first time accepting a challenge too! Hope I do well. I don't write OCs, I just don't so this is new to me. Just so you all know, I picked Sophia because I went onto a list of the top 100 girls names in the USA and that was number one.

Chapter 1: England's Mistake

Arthur Kirkland, the personification of the country England gritted his teeth as he chanted over a cauldron.

This was it. He was done with all this bickering. He hadn't seen the two of them at each other's throats this much since the Cold War, all over what? Whose TV shows were better? Was Communism better than Capitalism? China or Japan? T.a.t.u or One Direction?

Anything they could argue over, they would. And England had had it up to here. Just the other day they'd started fighting in someone else's house over whether North Korea was paranoid or just incredibly perceptive of the world around him.

And since it had been his house they'd been fighting in, England was now forced to stay with America while his living room was rebuilt. If Russia didn't kill that hamburger-loving idiot soon, England would.

He added some dried flower petals to the cauldron, so that was why he was standing over a cauldron in America's study (which he never used).

England was going to give them a good scare all right. Yes, that's what this chanting and wand-waving was all about. He was going to scare Russia and America out of their wits.

He was going to summon an otherworldly being that neither Russia nor America had any hope of defeating and force them to reconcile so England wouldn't have to kill America.

If this plan went well America and Russia would be forced to work together against the creature and end up realizing that they weren't so different.

After the Cold War England had thought the two of them would never be friendly again. But they'd proved him wrong. The two had become such good friends that their bosses had talked about disarming their nuclear weapons.

And England would be dammed before he let them throw all of that away. Thus the spell.

As he continued to chant England heard America's voice coming closer. He was talking to someone, it sounded like Russia but America didn't seem to be arguing with the person so maybe it wasn't.

"And I'm telling ya man! Blondie doesn't have a clue!"

England frowned, blondie who? America wasn't talking about him was he?

The door to the study flew open; America zoomed inside, Russia following close behind.

America ran to one of the filing cabinets and brushed dust off of the top before opening a drawer and whipping out some papers. "See dude I told you I still had 'em!" He yelled, brandishing them in front of Russia. Only then did he notice England's presence in the room. "Oh dude, you're in here?"

"Well I was,"England said huffily, he moved forwards to collect his things and stow them away, the spell had been interrupted and wouldn't work now so there was not point in staying. He'd have to curse America and Russia some other time.

Russia nodded to him and moved forwards to take the papers from America. As he did so, his boot caught on the edge of a loose floorboard and he stumbled forwards.

Russia accidentally knocked into England who, in turn, fell forwards onto America.

America accidentally let go of the papers as England bumped into him.

England regained his footing relatively quickly, but America wasn't so lucky. Teetering off balance he fell strait into the huge cauldron set up by his former colonizer. England tried to grab America's arm, but missed, and the younger blond fell backwards into the cauldron.

Instead of simply getting his clothes wet and landing awkwardly in murky water America fell into the cauldron completely. His whole body disappeared completely, despite the cauldron being nowhere near that big.

Russia and England gaped; England ran forwards and plunged his hand into the green-ish water, his hand closed on empty air. He and Russia looked at each other in horror and amazement.

A pink puff of smoke burst from the cauldron, both England and Russia stumbled back, coughing. They heard a third voice, also coughing, but it didn't sound like America…

"What's going on!" The voice yelled, still coughing.

"What?" Mumbled England, totally lost.

Russia drew his pipe out from under his coat and turned to face the mysterious pink smoke. After it cleared there was a figure standing in front of the cauldron in the exact same place America had been standing before he disappeared. The figure wasn't America however.

The person coughed, batting away pink smoke with their hand. They pulled off their glasses to wipe them on the bottom of their black and red True Blood shirt. When they put them back on and saw the two nations the person jumped and shrieked.

"A…mer…i…ca?" England asked hesitantly. This person looked like America. The person had short blonde hair with a longer fringe, blue eyes, and glasses and even had a cowlick sticking up on the top of their head. There was just one undisputable reason why this person could not be Alfred. F. Jones, the personification of America.

This person was a girl.

The girl stared at them with huge eyes then backed up a step; she skirted around the cauldron and continued to back up.

"W-who are you? Where am I? How did I get here?" She demanded, her voice was demanding, but scared and she was defensively holding her arms against her chest.

"Umm, Miss…" England began, trying to think of a way to explain the situation when he himself had no idea what was going on. He took a step forwards.

The girl held up her fists, "stay there! Who are you?!" Her blue eyes darted around the room, her defensive scowl deepened and a hint of fear crept into her eyes as she realized the only door in the room was behind England and Russia.

England stopped, "I'm sorry Miss. Er, you see… There's obviously been some mistake. We were… looking for a friend and seemed to have found you instead. Can you tell us how you got here?"

"No! I don't know how I got here!' Panic started to creep into the girl's voice now, "who are you? Where is this place?"

"I'm Arthur Kirkland, this is Ivan Brangski." England said, giving the human names of himself and the still-silent Russian beside him.

Seeking to ease the girl's fears he raised his hands in a calming motion, "please miss, we're just as confused as you are. Can you tell us your name and how you got here?"

Her posture relaxed ever so slightly, "my name is Sophia James. And I don't know how I got here. I was just minding my own business, walking down the street when… I dunno… it felt like something grabbed the back of my shirt. And then I ended up here." She glared suspiciously, "so you didn't drug me?"

"Err… no." England said, if I drugged anyone it was unintentional.

"It was magic," Russia said, speaking for the first time.

England glared at him; he'd been trying to convince the girl that they weren't crazy! And Russia was picking an awfully convenient time to offer up an explanation.

England rolled his eyes, oh now he believes in magic. He thought angrily.

"Magic?" Sophia echoed. Normally she didn't believe in magic but she had just been transported here by a cloud of pink smoke so today she was willing to make an exception. She grinned, "Sweetness!"

Arthur and Ivan stared at her. It seemed she was trying to appear calm and confident but with her body shaking like a leaf it really wasn't working.

England looked around to make sure there were no witnesses. "America's gone." He told Russia bluntly, the bigger nation nodded.

"What do you mean 'America's gone'? We're in America, aren't we?" The girl chimed in, watching them curiously.

"Yes we are, California to be exact." Arthur said off-handily, "and please don't interrupt, this is very important." He turned back to Russia, ignoring Sophia's cries of 'California?!'

England jerked a thumb at the girl, "she looks a lot like America but she's no nation, however, until I find away to get America back from wherever…" his voice trembled slightly, he didn't even know if Alfred was dead or alive, "from wherever he is, she'll have to do."

Russia nodded again, he looked like he understood. That made one of them because Sophia was completely at sea.

"America? What am I doing?" She took a step closer. She was too confused to remember to be scared.

England looked at her suddenly, Sophia jumped back, "if the other nations find out that the personification of America is missing they'll see this as a perfect opportunity to attack. We can't let the other's know America is missing."

He walked forwards and grabbed Sophia's arm, she yelped and tried to pull away. "We'll tell them that the spell changed America into a girl." He gestured at Sophia, "They won't know the difference." Sophia kicked him in the shin, he hissed and let go.

"What is going on?!" She yelled.

"We can't just leave her here on her own though," Russia said, smiling a smile that gave England nightmares. Sophia growled as they ignored her again, she tried to edge around them to the door but Russia turned to watch her and she froze, not daring to move.

"Yes I know." England said, sighing heavily, "well I guess the world's second greatest military power will just have to look after her."

Russia nodded, "Da," he said in agreement, wondering why England was staring at him like that. The world's second greatest military power was…

Oh yeah. It was him.

Now how was he going to fix England's mistake?

I can't believe I got it done that quickly. I apologize for any spelling errors, it's late. Please tell me what you think. I tried not to make Sophia freak out to much but you have to admit, anyone in that situation would freak. My deepest apologies to skyfire101 if her into was not everything she imagined or I misread something and did something wrong. Hope you enjoyed.

That's all folks, I'm going to bed.