He stood in the rain, covered head to toe in mud and splatters of blood. A rifle in hand and his head still held high he point the gun at a young girl who also held a rifle. She glared at him with dark blue eyes, "You can't do this! I won't lose to you!"

His glasses were fogged but there was an unmistakable tear falling down his face, "I don't want to do this! We could live in peace, just give it up! We could flourish together."

"I don't agree with your views, or ethics, or anything! We can never get along, it's been this way for a while America, and you know it!" Her normally curly sandy brown hair was now drenched, "We've never gotten along."

America stood there pointing a gun directly at her forehead, "You're right. We haven't, but does that mean we can't try?"

She stared up at him with disbelief, "I-I want to try, but America, this war has taken a toll on me, I don't know if I can hold on much more."

He held out his hand, "Yes you can."

She took it, "Alright, from this day on the Confederate states now will rejoin with the Union."

He smiled at her, "Alright Feddy now let's work this out."

Confederate stood there looking in the mirror, "It's been a long time since I've thought about that." She was a teenager now, with curly brown hair, dark blue eyes, and white skin. She wore ripped jeans, converse, an American flag t-shirt, and a white leather jacket. Her eyes were lined with dark eye makeup too.

"I'd almost forgotten that day. It was so long ago, and I was so stupid." Her southern twang interrupted her thoughts. "Dammit!" Her accent was something she really hated, it made her sound uneducated. She sighed and exited her room, she lived with her big brother America, they looked similar and acted similar in some respects, but there were times she just wanted to snap his neck. She was passing his old storage room which he'd tried to clean out so many times before but never could, "Sentimental old man."

A hand smacked her on the back, "You aren't talking about me right?"

"America you know I am, so why did you even ask?" She looked back at him.

"Because I was hoping you'd smile or something."

"How can I smile if all I can ever do is sit around here and do nothing productive, you know I like to be busy."

America smiled sadly, "I know." He looked thoughtful then smiled, "Hey! Why don't you come to the next United Nations meeting with me?"

"You mean it?" He'd told her all about these meetings, and the different people there, but he'd never offered to take her.

"Of course, have I ever lied to you?"

"No, well, not about anything this large scale."

"Ya' see? Nothing to worry about. The next one is being held soon too."

She smiled, then looked down, "But aren't you all in military clothes? All I have is this biker jacket, hardly a military standard."

"I'll get you one more suited for military business."

She smiled, "Okay, but it better be white, and I'm wearing the rest of my normal outfit!"

"Oh fine, but at least put on boots."

She rolled her eyes and did a salute, "Yes sir."

He messed up her hair, "Don't mock me little sis. I can still take you on, even if I am a sentimental old man."

Feddy rushed up the steps of the white building, she had on a white jacket that looked similar to a tail coat but more modern and a pair of white boots with silver buttons up the sides. "Oh come on America, or are you getting slow in your old age?"

"Damn all those nights of late snacking." Feddy laughed at him and let him catch his breath before running inside, her white jackets' tail coat flowing behind. She got to the large meeting room and did a one foot twirl around, "It's amazing!"

"It's just the meeting room, nothing all that exciting."

Britain came up behind America, "Well I've never seen her here before and for a new country it can be pretty exciting."

She shook his hand, "Hello it's nice to meet you, I'm Confederate."

"Oh, so you're the lady who almost showed this chap what for?"

She laughed, "I guess you could say that." Her southern twang had come out. She slapped a hand over her mouth.

America rolled his eyes, "Feddy you don't have to hide your accent, no one else does."

"It makes me sound stupid!"

Britain laughed, "On the contrary, I find that even with your accent you sound more intelligent than America."

"And that was supposed to be a compliment?"

America scowled, "Hey!"

"Well she does have a point. Even on a good day you aren't all that intelligent."

Feddy looked Britain in the eyes, "Never insult my brother that way again, he's better than you, you...you...hobnocker!"

"Do you even know what that means?" Britain looked smug.

"Yes actually, and it describes you perfectly, eyebrows."

"What did you just call me?"

"You heard me!"

America got in between them, "Okay, let's just stop this here, you guys are technically related anyways."

Feddy stared at America in shock, "Say huh?"

He sighed, "Britain is my big brother, and I'm your big brother, so that makes him your really big brother I suppose."

"Fine, but I can't even stand to look at him." She walked off to go speak to other countries.

America looked at Britain, "Please try to be nice, this is her first meeting."

"I'll be nice if she is."

America sighed, "Good enough."

Feddy had went to introduce herself to Germany, he shook her hand, "Hello, so you are really related to America?"

"Yes, I have a question, are you a Nazi?"

"What kind of question is that! We just met and you're accusing me of being a Nazi!"

"I never said you were, I only asked."

"Oh. Well, no...not anymore."

"Okay good. I didn't want to have to shoot you."

"You couldn't get a gun into this meeting room even if you had the whole FBI helping you. We are all very safe."

She tugged a shiny metal gun out of her pony tail, both boots, her jacket, and a pocket in her jeans, "Oh, well I better go give this to those people with the metal detectors then."

Germany scribbled into a small note book:

Never underestimate Confederate, she has guns every where, even in her hair.

She came back a couple minutes later and saw a small boy, she walked over to him since he was the closest to her age, "Hi there, I'm Confederate, but you can call me Feddy. I don't recognize you, and America's told me about all the other countries."

He smiled and looked very cute, "I'm Sealand, I'm new!"

"I'm new too! But I'm not really a country, more of an old resistance."

"You don't look so old."

"I haven't grown much, but I'm the reason for the Civil War."

"Oh so that was you, I thought America had crushed you completely!"

"Oh no, he's much to kind for that, he couldn't kill me, but we're one force now really."

"I wish Britain would be that way, he hates me and tells me I'm not a real country."

A sigh came from behind Feddy, "Because you aren't, now run along Sealand!"

Feddy turned to look at Britain, "He has a right to be here, just like you and me!"

"Oh you Americans and your precious rights, if it weren't for rights I would still rule you!"

"But you don't and that's the end of it. Now why can't Sealand go in?"

"Because he's more of a province really."

"So am I. I'm going in."

"That's different, you're America's guest."

"Then why can't Sealand be your guest?"

Britain looked taken back, "I-I, he-he doesn't fit-"

"What? Getting tongue-tied there eyebrows?"

"Don't call me that!"

"Then let Sealand in! At least give him a chance, be like your brother for once, give a lesser force a chance!"

"When did America ever do something like that!"

"When he let me live!"

"You really think he did that for you? He probably just didn't want to have to wash off his precious jacket!"

Feddy glared at him, "He didn't want to shoot me! He told me so!"

"Because America never lies, I see how you can have complete trust in him." Sarcasm was thick in his voice.

"Let Sealand in."

"What if I say no?"

"Then I'll bring down a world of hurt on you!"

"Bring it on little sis!"

"I will!" She brought her fist back and started to swing when America blocked her hand, "Feddy, Britain, stop this. We're supposed to be in a peaceful environment!"

Feddy sighed and lowered her fist, "You're right, I'll be good."

"Fine, Sealand come along then. We don't have all day."

Feddy smiled, "Finally, Britain needs to loosen the clamp he put on his-"

"FEDDY!"

"Oops, sorry."

"Come on, the meeting is about to start." They walked back into the meeting room. Japan walked up to America.

"Hello America, how are you?"

"Good, this is my sister Feddy, she's visiting."

"Hi there Mr. Japan, I'm sorry to here about your earthquakes."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

America scratched his head, "Come on Feddy."

Feddy took off her jacket and sat down. France came over and leaned across the desk, "Why hello there."

"Hi! I'm Feddy, who are you?"

"France, I was sitting over there when I noticed you and your beautiful eyes."

"Thanks, your eyes are pretty too!"

He smiled, "How about we do something after this boring meeting?"

"Something fun?"

"Very fun."

"Oh great! I'll go tell America, he'll be so happy!"

"America?"

"Yeah, he's my big brother! He'll be so happy I'm meeting new people!"

Feddy skipped away to go find America. France stared after her, "America ruins everything."

Finally everyone was seated and the meeting began. America stood up, "So, hello everyone, I'd like to introduce Feddy, she's my guest and will also be speaking for me."

Feddy waved to everyone, "Hi!"

France waved at her from across the room. America sat down. Eventually Germany started talking, he said something that America didn't agree with because they got in an argument. America insisted that Germany was wrong, but Germany pressed the issue. Then all the other countries joined in. France and Britain were fighting, Italy stood there waving around a white flag. Feddy looked around, no one was going to stop this. She sighed, "I hate you all." She got up on the table and burst into song, "WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS? WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS?"

France sighed, "Oh we can be."

America stood there staring at his sister, "What are you doing?"

She sang to him, "I'm hoping that this will make you all shut up so we can get down to business, and you people will quit wasting my time!"

Germany sighed, "She's just as crazy as America, if not more."

Everyone sat down. America looked at Feddy, "Well you sure do know how to break up a fight."

"Thank you." She straightened her papers and stood, "Now then, I'd like you all to look at page 20, it's an economic report I've put together for every country, and my plan of action to fix the economy, everyone here owes someone something, I mean, we owe China half our country."

China stood up, "I accept!"

Feddy glared over her glasses, "Sit down. Now if you look at the graphs, you'll see that some countries, like Greece are so poor that they can't even feed their cats."

Greece squeezed a cat in a bear hug, "IT'S TRUE!"

America stared at all the graphs, "When did you have time to do this?"

"Try all the times you left me at home. Now if you'll look at my plan, I think if we all just give the stated amount we can all make an acceptable profit."

Germany stared in shock at Feddy, "This is the first time we've ever sat down and listened to a plan in full."

"Yes, well, thank you."

America crossed his arms, "How come you guys listen to her but not me?"

France smiled, "Because, if you haven't noticed most of us are men."

Feddy raised an eyebrow, "What's that got to do with anything?"

Later when Feddy and America got home and Feddy had changed into her idea of pajamas, a tank top with short-shorts, there was a knock on the door. Feddy ran to answer it, "Hello?"

It was France, "Well, hello."

"Oh hi France!"

America rushed in front of Feddy, "Hi France, man it's cold in here, Feddy what are you doing? Go put on something that will keep you warm!"

"I'm fine."

France smiled, "I agree."

"Keep your dirty hands away from her you creep!" America slammed the door in France's face. "Feddy, you can't be like that when he's around!"

"Be like what?"

America did a face-palm, "You're hopeless. Anyways, tomorrow we have another meeting."

"Yay! I can't wait, I noticed yesterday that no one wore military clothes so I'm gonna wear my normal stuff."

"Alright, just be good."

"When have I ever been bad?" Her face shown with innocence.

America sighed, "You're too good at that."

She smiled wickedly, "Yeah, I know. Good night America."

"Good night Feddy."

Soon it was time for the second world conference, Feddy got up and decided to go country. She put on jean shorts, a button-down shrit that she tied so her mid-drift was showing, a pair of black boots, and a black cow-girl hat. She looked in the mirror satisfied, "There!"

She walked out and met America at the door, he was in a brown suit. He stared for a moment, "What are you wearing?"

"My normal clothes, you don't think the boys will mind do you?"

"CHANGE NOW!"

He made her go change, so she got on her flag t-shirt, ripped jeans, and converse. She walked out the door, "Is this better?"

He sighed, "Yes, but I still think you're showing too much."

"I think you're the hopeless one now."

"Okay, okay, there's a contract that the..confernce needs you to sign."

"Alright give it here." He held it out but didn't let her take it so she could read it.

He laughed nerviously, "Why read it? You could just sign it!"

"I never sign anything without reading it first." She snatched it away and read out loud, "I, Feddy, will not wear any thing that exposes arms, chest, neck, leg, stomache, or back." She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "You're crazy, I'm not signing that! All I could wear would be those nasty southern-bell dresses!"

America nodded, "Exactly!"

"You've gone mad. I will not sign it, what kind of contract is that anyway!"

"The kind a loving brother makes!"

"Well, Mr. Loving-brother, I won't sign it! Now lets focus on our aggenda for the meeting."

America sighed, "Oh fine."

Later at the meeting...

Feddy had one foot on the table, one hand in a fist and the other point to the sky, "The U.S.A will take all the credit because..."

America stood up, and him and Feddy said in unison, "I'M THE HERO!"

Feddy glared at her brother, "No I'm the hero!"

"I'm always the hero that's how it's supposed to be!"

"I make a better hero than you!"

"That's impossible, ask China, I even smell like a hero!"

"More like a pile of cow manure!"

America crossed his arms, "Heroes like a rugged smell."

"No one likes that smell."

Britain sat next to America, "I never knew how a long a fight between you two could go on for."

Feddy threw a scone at Britain, "Shut up!"

"Ow!"

"I'm the hero, I made this plan, therefore I get the credit!"

Germany stood up, "I'm inclined to agree with Feddy on this one America."

Feddy looked smug, "See?"

"Oh shut up!"

Italy scratched his head, "What does U.S.A stand for?"

Feddy sighed, "It stands for The United States of America."

"Well you guys don't seem very united."

"You're right Italy. Fine, I suppose just this once we can have two heroes."

Britain sighed, "I'm glad we got that done with."

Feddy sat back down, "Now back to the important buisness. Who made these crappy pastry things?"

Britain stood up, "Those are scones, and they're very good!"

"Good for making houses!"

"I beg your pardon!"

"I think you know what I'm saying eyebrows!"

"I told you not to call me that!"

"I don't take orders from you!"

America stared at Feddy, he remembered one time when she had been small and very poor she had taken his glasses, "Give them back Feddy, I can't see very well without them."

"No!" She had been looking at the clouds with the glasses on, "I want to be like you big brother!"

"Well then if you need glasses when you're older we'll get you some, but until you need them you shouldn't wear them. Now give them back Feddy."

"Fine, but I won't always take orders from you, some day you'll take orders from me."

America had rolled his eyes, "Sure Feddy, whatever you say."

America stood there staring at his sister, "Feddy, please, clam down."

"He's trying to tell me what to do, and I take orders from no one, not even you America!"

"Feddy, neither Britain or I are telling you what to do."

"Alright. Britain, I'm sorry, that was rude of me. But please, don't ever bring bricks again."

"I won't."

"Thank you." Feddy sat down and remained quiet the rest of the meeting. One the way home America looked over at her, "Are you alright?"

"Fine."

"You don't look fine."

"Well I am. You shouldn't concern yourself with me."

"You're my little sister, it's my job."

"I don't care. You can take your job and stuff it up your fat ass!"

"Feddy, come on, what is it?"

"I thought of that one time, with the glasses and realized I'd started to argue over stupid things again. I feel like a child, I hate that feeling."

"It's okay, I understand. Before you came along Britain ruled over me for the longest time, I was okay with it for a while but then he started ordering me around, I couldn't stand it, so I rebeled, I won my freedom. Then you came along and we got along for a while but you thought I was trying to order you around so you rebeled, but you-"

"Lost. I lost, there's no changing that."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, you know what I was like at first, poor, small, and troublesome. I don't know why you didn't just shoot me and end it."

"Because you're a part of our country, without you we wouldn't be the U.S.A or United Siblings of Awesome!"

"We are pretty awesome."

"You've got that right!"

They were finally home, "America it's almost time for Chirstmas, I think we should have a party! We could invite everyone, Japan, China, Italy, Romano, Germany, Austria, the whole gang!"

"Well if you like that I suppose we can, we need to decide on food though, Italy is kind of picky."

"We can have food from every country!"

"Hmm...I've never thought of that!"

"Cool!"

Britain, Canadia, Germany, France, and America were all hanging out one day. They were having a drink when America thought about what Feddy had said, "So guys, I might have a Christmas party again this year, but it'll actually be at my house. So if you want to come invite some friends, we'll have a lot of food and stuff, so yeah."

Britain sighed, "Sounds fun, will Feddy be there?"

"She's the one who wants to have it, she even suggested we have food from every country so everyone would be happy."

Germany blinked and chugged down his beer, "Well that was...thoughtful."

Britain nodded, "I was starting to think she just hated all humanity."

"Guys, she's not as crazy as she lets on."

France hiccuped, "I see, so...is she...available?"

"Not to you."