Australia stood at the front of the little boat, one foot up on the bow and a hand shielding his face from the sun. Behind him sat an old man with a scraggly beard, rowing along rather abysmally. "You sure you know what you're doin', mate?"

The man only huffed.

Australia was pretty sure this guy was nuts, but decided to humor him, because why not? So far though, there was nothing. The apparently evil koala on his shoulder yawned.

And then suddenly, the mist cleared to reveal a rather large island. "Crikey!" Australia cried, jumping up and waving his arms. "Well I'll be a monkey's uncle, mate, you were right!"

"Harumph."

~Hetalia~

The world's countries sat at the long table. "Exactly vhy are ve here again?" said Germany with his arms crossed.

"Didn't you hear the news?" replied Britain, setting down his cup of tea.

"Oui~!" cried France, clasping his hands together. "Monsieur Australie has discovered a new nation!"

The room broke out into curious chatter. A new nation? There hadn't been a new nation in decades! "Vait a minute, vait a minute," said Germany, his brows furrowed over closed eyes. "A nation? A true nation?"

"As far as we know, yeah dude! A real nation!" replied America, excitement written all over his face.

"Let's put it this way—it's not Sealand," snarked Britain with a smirk.

A somewhat random "Hey!" erupted from outside the room.

"But how has this nation not been discovered before? If it is trury rarge enough to be a proper nation, how has it gone unnoticed for so rong?" inquired Japan.

"Only time will tell," Britain responded, looking at the door. "Australia said he would be bringing them along today."

"Oh I just love new nations!" France cooed. "Zey're so teeny and cute! Ah Britain, do you remember when America was zat little?"

Glancing at the young country now, Britain exhaled and had to say he missed those days. "I dunno France; we spent a lot of his early childhood fighting over him."

"Honhonhon~" France chortled, blush crawling across his face.

The clock ticked on and still no Australia. Then suddenly, the door burst open, scaring everyone, and in strode the Aussie himself. "G'day mates! Sorry I'm late, we had a little, er. . . 'problem'. But it's all good now!"

"So where is le petite pays?"

"Oh, you mean—" when Australia looked around, he noticed there was no one behind. "Wha? Where is the little. . . ? Savania, we talked about this! Come on, they just want to meet you."

The door creaked open. The countries all craned their necks to catch a glimpse. Well except for Italy, who's mind was somewhere off in space as he twirled his signature curl around his finger. The door opened even more, but what surprised them all was the person that came from it. They'd all been expecting a young child, no higher than your hip, and instead they found a teenager.

Coming out from behind her big brother, the new nation faced the countries with shy, closed eyes. "Hello," she said, her voice as Aussie as the Aussie himself. "I'm Savania."

The room erupted once again, but this time into never-ending questions. Savania was very overwhelmed, and abruptly shouted "Shut up!"

The countries grew quiet.

"One at a time, please?"

Australia nudged her. "Savi, open your eyes."

The girl sighed and did so. Behind her spectacles were two eyes of two different colors. Her left one was dark, emerald green while the other was a rich turquoise.

"Woah man, your eyes are cool!" America piped up.

A miniscule smile crawled across Savania's cheeks. "Thanks you," she said. "Now I know you've all got questions. But I can only answer so many at once."

"How long have you been around, and why haven't we met you before?" asked Britain quizzically.

Savania glanced up at Australia. "I'm glad you asked me this, Britain. And yes, I know who most of you are. Back when Aussie here used to be a penal colony, there was this ship on its way over. Instead of the New South Wales, they ran into me. I was a pretty big island, and I'm honestly surprised you hadn't run into me sooner. But the convicts, being convicts, kept their discovery secret. And since my founder Marcus Savan knew how to live on a deserted island, they thrived. My population grew as more people stumbled into me, but were sworn to secrecy by the. . . shall we say, 'government', at the time. As technology progressed, I sent out one or two person teams to collect information, all in secret. So I'm just as developed as any of you." Okay, so that last remark was a little passive aggressive, but could you blame a girl? Explaining her existence to a bunch of older dudes who were judging her every word was weird to say the least. "I know exactly who most of you are, and the rest of the world isn't as closed to me as I am to it."

"But if you came from Australia on British convicts, then. . . ?"

"My island was undiscovered, Britain. It wasn't owned by anyone until Marcus found it. I wasn't a colony; I'm still not."

"Wow. So you chose to be ignored?" murmured a voice softly. Everyone looked around, wondering who had spoken.

Savania only smiled. "Yes, Canada. I wanted to be ignored."

"Canadia, bro! When did you get here?"

"I've always been here. . . ."

"But why did you hide from us?" asked Japan.

"Because I didn't wanna end up like America. Controlled by someone else my whole life, and then painfully breaking off from them? No thanks."

"Ha! What's wrong with being like America?" the dirty-blonde laughed.

Savi rolled her eyes. "America, you're in a hole with China so deep, I don't even think your eagle could fly you out."

America opened his mouth to retaliate, but for once had nothing to say. France raised his hand slightly and said, "Tell us about yourself, ma chérie. Who are you, as a nation?"

"Hm." Savania had to think about that. "Well my national colors are dark green, light green, and gold. My flag is checkered green with a pawprint on it, symbolizing my love of nature and reputation as perhaps the best dog breeder on the planet. I mean, horses too, but whatever y'know? I do a lot of radio shows and video gaming, but Aussie told me not to wear my headset today. I'm good at archery too, I guess. I'm kind of tomboyish, and I tend to hang out in the woods by myself. I'm not used to attention, like, at all, so this is really freaky for me."

"Why did you decide to come out now, Savania? Were you afraid of us?" America teased.

Savi snorted and crossed her arms. "In your dreams, 'Murica, I'm not afraid of anything. I thought that my people were strong enough to handle it. I'm not a little nation anymore, and I can take care of myself. Plus, I thought it would be funny to see you all freak out, but it really wasn't to be honest. I realized that times were changing, and that it was probably best to quit while I was ahead, instead of being caught and claimed by some douchecanoe."

America snickered. "Douchecanoe. . . ."

"So, I sent someone out to get Australia and bring him to me."

Germany cleared his throat. "Fehl Savania, vhat did you expect vhen you decided to reveal yourself?"

"If you're asking me if I've got an army, the answer's yes. Not a big one, granted, not nearly as big as any of yours, but I'm prepared to defend myself. Honestly, I expected everyone to flip out and. . . I dunno, start World War III over me. It's actually why we were late, since we argued all this morning about it. I won't be anyone's colony. But I do think it's a good idea to get to know everyone. So, if you'll have me, I'd like to spend a year in each of your houses as an ally. I'm not your servant, and I've already spent my time with Australia. So who's next?"