Author's Note: And I'm back! Sorry to the people who actually read and liked The Country of the Broken. I've been grounded up until just recently, and my dad took my laptop away, so I couldn't type up the next chapter or any new stories. I'll do that after I introduce this new story is put on the site. This is sort of going to be a version of my Fan Character Kathy Woodward's past and how she knows of the Nations. I realize she might seem a little like a Mary Sue, or I could just be looking too much into it. When I've done about three or so chapters, could the reviewers (should I have any) tell me if you think she sounds like one? If she does, tell me how and I'll make the appropriate changes if something specific is mentioned multiple times. I want my writing style and character development to be improved by my readers. I would LOVE to receive as many reviews as possible, but I'm not going to be pushy about it. If you don't want to review, I'm fine about it. But PLEASE, no flames. I will delete reviews that I think are too mean to be only constructive criticism. Like her introductory fanfic Big Brother France Complex, Kathy will end up being with Germany. But it will be closer to the end when they get together, since this story starts at the VERY begining of her life.

I am of the belief that Nations don't act like their Stereotypes all the time, so there will be some slight OOCness. America will actually be very serious a lot of the time. Also, this is my second attempt at being Flash-backy, but not really. The story is mostly told through videos and flashbacks. Human names WILL be used often. Anyway, this author's note has gone on long enough. ONTO THE STORY!

Disclaimer: I, Sabrina Puckett, in no way, shape, or form, own the Hetalia franchise. I am only using the characters for entertainment purposes. THAT'S THE ONLY DISCLAIMER I'M DOING FOR THE ENTIRE FIC!


America finished tying his tie, and quickly put on his suit coat. Today was a sad day for him, for he was giving the girl he had raised as his own away, to her next Great Adventure. For a moment, he stared at himself in the mirror, lost in thought and memories. His eyes settled on the reflection of a picture with a little girl in it, her fiery red hair in a ponytail with a white ribbon, and himself. They were smiling, for it of the girl blowing out six birthday candles and he was helping her. Alfred Jones let himself get sucked into the memory of when he first found out about that little girl.


A scream of agony pierced the air of the Maternity Ward in Erlanger Hospital of Chattanooga, Tennessee. Being the Maternity Ward, screams of pain were everday things for the staff that worked there. It being three in the morning had no meaning at all to the night shift.

There were only about ten or so women in labor at the moment, though one of them had just finished. The attending midwife put down the time of birth as 3:05am, July 12, 1985. Although it was born two, almost three, months early, the baby was suprisingly healthy. Soon the newborn was being checked, and her measurements being taken, by the nurses and lone doctor. As this happened, the mother's family trampled in. The doctor, of course, once he noticed the father was in the room, asked what they would name their new daughter. They told him, and he began writing down it as he left the room. He paused by the nurse's desk so he wouldn't mess up the sheet if his pen happened to slip. In the name slot was the child's name, 'Katherine Victoria Woodward.'


3:06am: Nashville, Tennessee. A seemingly young woman with long, dirty blode hair shot up in bed, her brown eyes wide and skin pale in shock. Quickly getting out of her bed, the woman made a beeline for the phone on her desk and dialed. The representation of Tennessee clicked her orange-and-glitter painted nails impatiently while waiting for the phone to connect. Finally, there was the tell-tale click of the other end being picked up and answered.

"H-hello?" a male voice hoarse with sleep said, "Ally? Why are you calling so" the man interupted himself by yawning into the phone, causing his sixteenth kid to scowl, "l-late?... Or is it early..." The United States of America was not used to being woken up this early after all.

"Dad, you need to tell Mr. President that Project Cerberus has to be revived now." was all the girl needed to say to get her father to be serious.

"... A Guardian was just born in one of your cities? W-Which one?"

"Chattanooga."

"Do you know what powers they'll have?"

"No, only that she's very special, more so than her predecesors."

"It's a girl?! That's supposed to be really rare." America said in shock.


America sighed as he hung up the phone. He had spent almost an hour talking to Tennessee, and another hour talking to his boss. His first Guardian just had to be born the night before a World Conference. Project Cerberus was now Project Cerberus 2.0. The Nation now had to get dressed and head to the Pentagon to update the file, which meant he had to go all the way to Virginia. Only Alfred F. Jones and his fellow Nations had that kind of clearance. Not even the President could do it, though he knew it existed.

Alfred quickly donned his usual outfit and Nation-jumped to Arlington County, Virginia. He appeared with a low *POP* in the office reserved for him and immediatly headed to the coffee maker in the corner and grabbed a cup and bagel. Contrary to popular belief among his fellow country representatives, Alfred almost never added cream and/or sugar to his coffee, preffering it straight black with a caffine shot or two. It was suprisingly Germany who added a lot of the usual additives to his customary Cup of Joe in the morning, usually mixing in so much cream that the coffee ended up pale brown.


America jogged down the hall, very much in a hurry to get this over and done with before the meeting started at 7:30. It was already five! He had two and a half hours to get this done, go back home, shower, change, put the finishing touches on his presentation, find something to eat because a bagel just wouldn't hold him for very long, AND get to the meeting on time! Damn, he was busy today!

"Hey you! STOP RIGHT THERE!" came an autoritative voice from behind America. Said Nation scowled and turned around to see two security guards coming up to him, hands on their weapons. "What are you doing here civillian?" said the same guard who had called out to him before,"Don't you know only personel are allowed inside the Pentagon? There are no tours scheduled today, especially not this early!"

"I'm allowed to be here. I have clearance. Besides, I'm not even a civillian. Look, here's my pass." answered America as calmly as he could, handing the guard the card. The man paled as he saw that the man he and his partner had spotted coming out of one of the highest ranking offices in the whole building was indeed allowed to be here. They had thought he was a Russian spy who managed to get by security. But he was actually the owned of that office!

Shaking, the guard handed the pass back to its owner. "S-So sorry Mr. Jones. P-Please excuse for interupting you, j-just trying to do our jobs. Continue on your way."

The frown on Alfred's face smoothed over and he smiled. It's not like it was their fault if they were just doing their jobs, making sure their Homeland's secrets stayed secret. "Nah, it's okay, I understand. You guys saw someone you didn't recognizerunning around the building and decided to make sure everything was okay. A lot of people would have just let me go by, but you guys didn't, which makes you heroes! I'll be talking to you guys' boss, see if I can get him to add a little somethin'-somethin' to your next paychecks!~ What are your names?" The two sputtered out their names and Alfred commited them to memory. "Okay than. Thanks again guy, and keep up the good work!" And with that, he walked off.


Alfred was now in a secure room, in front of a very advanced computer, typing in passcode after passcode. Finally, he was allowed into the file. Of course, he had to sit through a quick explanation of what exactly Project Cerberus was. The blonde groaned in annoyance as a robotic female voice came out of the speakers.

"As long as Nations have existed, there has always been a Guardian, a human whose only purpose for existing was to protect to the very secret they were born into. The birth of Guardians is, to this day, random and unpredictable. So far, none of the exsisting Nations have been able to accurately predict when and where the next Guardian will be born. There hasn't been a Guardian since the death of Sherlock Holmes of England.

Up until Project Cerberus began in 1657, Guardians would train themselves to be strong enough to defend their world. When the Nations noticed that their supposed protecters were getting steadily weaker, they came up with a plan. Whatever settlement the next Guardian was born in, that Settlement's representative would train them. When trying to decide a name for their new 'Project', the Nations turned to Greece. As he had the most Guardians born to his land in recorded history, he was allowed to choose.

Greece had realized over time that there was consistency among the Guardians. All of them had had three specific traits that made them unique. Hercules, known as Heracles in his land, had super-strength, bravery in spades, and had been very clever. As he thought about it, the more he liked where this idea was going. Guardians protected the Nations, and all had three abilties that aided them. The three headed Cerberus guarded the Gates of hell. From then on, the training program has been called Project Cerberus.

Since then, it has been named Project Cerverus 2.0, for it has been decided that the Nations themselves shall raise and train the Guardian born among their people. Said Nations usually live in that Guardian's home settlement until they are mature enough to live on their own."

Alfred sighed in relief as the mini-history lesson ended. He already knew all of that! He also knew that the family of the Guardian usually died soon after they were born. America briefly wondered why that little tidbit wasn't in the recording, but shrugged it off and began typing in the newest update.


Thirty minutes later, the United States of America finished, got up and stretched, grabbed his coffee, and Nation-jumped back home. He had a World Meeting to attend. God, he was already exhausted.