This morning was different from the rest. Weather it was in a bad way or a good way, No one could tell.
While eating his breakfast consisting of pancakes, maple syrup, and hot coca, Canada's doorbell rang. Who could that possibly be? Getting up, he walked over and opened the door. There was no one there. Looking down, he saw a small brown cardboard box on his front porch. It didn't appear to have been left by somebody: there were no footprints in the snow reveling that anyone had showed up recently.
But who rang the doorbell? And how did this box get here?
Shrugging, Canada picked up the mysterious little box, took it inside and set it down on his kitchen table. Cutting the tape with a pair of scissors and opening the box, he took out the odd object from inside. It was a small ball about the size of a pebble, and when he ran his thumb over a small button, it enlarged to its full size.
About the size of a softball, the plastic ball was colored blood red on one side and snow white on the other. Where the halves met was a thick black line, interrupted by a white button about the size of a quarter, which the black line went around on both sides.
He was tempted. Should I do it? Canada thought, running his thumb over the button. He started listing the pros and cons in his head, while his body subconsciously made the decision for him. The button was pressed, and the ball opened up on the black line. A bright flash of white light blinded Canada for a moment; all the while a brown fox-like thing appeared on his table. The ball closed, and Canada dropped it to rub his eyes.
When his vision cleared, Canada could finally get a good look at it. Its soft base fur was colored caramel. The fur on the tip of its bushy tail and a fluffy, natural fur collar are cream colored. Its eyes and the insides of its long, diamond shaped ears where colored the same melted chocolate color.
"Eevee!" The brown fox-like said, making the Canadian jump.
"What else can you say?" Canada asked, not sure if he wanted to know.
"Eevee?" She asked.
"That's it then?" he sighed, relieved. "So, what are you?"
"Eevee."
"You're an Eevee?"
She nodded.
"Do you need a name?"
The Eevee nodded again.
"Okay… I'll call you Snowflake!"
"Eevee!" The Eevee leaped on the surprised Canadian, happy to have a new owner.
Once his vision had cleared, America noticed a small brown fox, about a foot tall sitting on his couch.
"Eevee." It said, sounding slightly bored.
"What's an Eevee?" America asked
"Eevee." The Eevee pointed at himself with one of his three-toed paws.
"You don't happen to have an owner, do you?"
The Eevee shook its head.
"Okay! Your name is Justice!"
"Eevee!" Justice acknowledged, and then turned his attention back to the television.
Italy picked up both of the small brown foxes, holding them tightly. "They're so cute, Ve~!"
Germany sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He'll just never get it, will he? "Italy, these… things… could be dangerous. It's best if we send them back to where they came from."
"Eevee!" one of the foxes said, offended. It wiggled out of Italy's tight grip and walked over to Germany, staring him directly in the eyes. "Eevee! Eevee eevee eevee!"
Germany just stared at it. He knew it just said something, but he couldn't tell quite what. There was a way that this little Eevee held itself… the tone of its voice, or the glimmer of authority behind its eyes. This Eevee was a natural leader. Germany picked up the Eevee.
"Aw, please? Can we keep them?" Italy whined.
"Okay… but they'll need to look after. They're going to need food, attention, and exercise."
"Got it! I'm going to call mine Penne!" Penne snuggled against Italy, showing that he liked the name. "
You should name yours, Doitsu!"
"If you insist." Germany took a good look at his Eevee. "Herbert. It seems like a fitting name."
"Eevee!" Herbert smiled knowingly.
There was a knock on his door, and Japan quickly answered it. Surprisingly, he found China standing there. "Did you send me this? I know it's one of your Pokémon." China held up an Eevee.
"No, I did not send you one. I, too, have received an Eevee this morning." Japan gestured for China to come inside, and he did. They sat down at a Kotatsu. China set his Eevee next to Japan's, who was already sitting the, drinking green tea. "What did you name yours?" Japan asked.
"Ke Li. And yours?"
"Yuki."
"That's a nice name."
Japan then served China some tea. A silence passed, the only sound being the sipping of tea.
"Do you know where these Eevees came from?" China asked finally.
Japan thought for a moment. "Like you said, they're Pokémon. How, exactly, they got into this world, I don't know."
"Do you recognize this creature, Flying Mint Bunny?" England asked, looking over the Eevee suspiciously.
"I've never seen him before. He must be new!" Flying Mint Bunny flew in circles above England's head.
"He's such a cute little fellow. I think I'll call him Avalon." England then took the Eevee to the basement and set it down on a large pile of books. Taking a few things off a nearby shelf, he then poured them into a large cauldron that was already boiling with a strange neon green liquid.
"Perhaps you can help me make a sauce that will make all my dishes turn out perfect! You're just the inspiration I need, Avalon!" Putting on his cloak and pulling up his hood, he then slipped a smaller one on Avalon. Pulling up Avalon's hood form him, he put his ears through the ear holes. "There! You look perfect in it!" England then started chanting. Avalon listened intently, happy and very at home.
Today started out great.
A/N: Well, This is my first fan fiction that I published. Ever. The ones I write, I usually keep to myself. I'm glad I finaly got this out there!
A few things before I add another chapter:
1) I am a noob! I can't deny it. Sorry I don't get each charater quite right, I'm still learning.
2)Please forgive me for not having this on for the firts two days that this story was here. I was beeing a noob.
3)I will try to update this every day, or every other day depending on my schedual. Some times I'm just way too buisy.
Otherwise... READ ON!
-SA ;P