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Chapter 1:
In the old days, there were many countries, or empires, that existed and claimed control of vast tracts of the Earth. Some were vast and lasted centuries, like Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, Germania, and Britannia. But what the people of these vast empires didn't know was that each one was personified into the shape of a human. These could be either male or female and were the stereotype of their country. There are claimed to be many in this day and age, for the personifications still exist as long as they are not forgotten in the minds of mortals. But if you could track one down and speak to them, they'd tell you of an empire that was entirely peaceful, yet was around long before they were. This empire's name was Atlantis and her personification was that of a young adult with long blonde hair and a puffy blue silk dress with no sleeves.
Present Day:
Rome sighs as he watches his grandson, North Italy, prepare for a World Summit meeting.
"What's on the agenda today, Feli?" He calls his grandson by his human name, an alias in a world still unaware of the personifications.
"Hawaiian Kingdom is coming in." Feliciano Vargas fusses with his tie and sighs. He can never get the stupid thing the exact way he likes it. He supposes he'll convince Germany to do it for him later. "Some of America's escavatori* found an underwater island that had some homes. They think it's a lost Hawaiian Island. That's why Hawaiian Kingdom is coming. If anyone can help us identify it, she can!" He grins and kisses his grandfather on the cheek. "But you know what's weird? They found a girl in an old boat floating on the surface above the excavation site. She was in a coma but America said his doctors were expecting her to wake up at anytime."
"Who is she?" Rome asks, lounging with his glass of wine on the couch.
"We don't know. None of the countries say she's their citizen."
"Wait..." A young girl comes to his mind, wearing a smile and toga-like dress. "Do you mind if I tag along to the meeting?"
"Not at all, Grandpa!" Feliciano smiles, pleasantly surprised to see his grandpa willing to do some actual activity.
"Let's go then!"
"We...Still have to wait for Lovino, Grandpa Rome." Feliciano says, thinking of his foul-mouthed brother, South Italy. As much as he loves his brother, the southern portion of Italy tends to enjoy cussing. (Most words which will be excluded from this story.) Speaking of which, the two personifications turn as the other part of Italy descends the stairs of their modest Venetian home, cussing as he also struggles with his tie.
"Are you ready to go, Lovi? Grandpa Rome decided he wanted to come to the meeting too, isn't that exciting? Ve~" Lovino rolls his eyes and walks out to the car.
"Great for him. We going or not?"
"Yes!" Feliciano dashes outside and after everyone piles into the Ferrari decorated with the colors of the Italian flag, they pull into the parking lot of te World Summit building in Washington, DC, and prepare to go inside.
Meanwhile...
A young woman who appears to be about seventeen awakens in a stiff hospital bed. She tries to take a breath but starts choking on a tube in her throat. She flails and panics until the doctor hears her and comes in before removing it.
"How are you feeling?" He asks the girl, who has successfully sat up and is peering around, looking slightly harried.
"Like I had a tube rammed down my throat." The girl retorts bitterly. "Where am I?"
"MedStar Washington Hospital Center, Washington, DC." He recites the name as if he's spent hours practicing it in front of a mirror. He probably has, considering the fact he's new.
"That doesn't help me at all." The girl deadpans and the doctor's professional facade crumples.
"Oh, um...Okay. Tell me your name."
"Don't know it." She crosses her arms.
"Current date?" This doctor isn't trained to deal with amnesia patients and so is spouting random questions off the top of his head.
"You think I'll know the date but not my own name?" The girl looks genuinely confused at this. She isn't trying to be harsh, but she's scared because she doesn't know who she is.
"Well, we have your file here." The young doctor ,embarrassed, flips through papers on his clipboard. "Apparently your name is Lyra Daniels and you're a student at Kokutalia, a high school with students from every nation on the planet. Tomorrow is the first day and since you appear to be in good health, we're willing to release you to a foster family. They'll be here to pick you up around noon." He leaves and Lyra falls back onto her bed. Sh wonders if Lyra is even her real name. The oly thing she can remember is a loud boom and the feeling of water in her lungs. She wonders if that's how she ended up on a boat. But mostly she wonders what will happen to her next.
"Obviously one of us has to take her in." The British Empire, AKA England, sits in one of the chairs in the world conference hall. "The only question now is deciding who."
"Well, which of us has the most experience with children?" Germany asks from his place at the podium in the front of the room.
"Austria! He took care of HRE and I for a long time!" Italy pipes up. The musical nation scoffs as others turn to look at him.
"Just because I did it once upon a time does not mean I will do it again. If she is an empire, like you claim, then surely she can take care of herself."
"I'm too busy to take her in..." England sighs. "Same for France. Who does that leave?" The group murmurs among itself until one very...Heroic voice pipes up.
"Dude, I could always take her in!" America looks incredibly proud and excited, so...Nothing's changed. "I already have a bunch so I don't really see the problem with adding one more!"
"Since when do you have kids?!" Everyone seems shocked at this revelation and America just shrugs with a grin.
"I've got fifty, so one more definitely won't hurt. I can call Delaware and Pennsylvania so they can pick her up and take her to the house There! Problem solved!" He pulls out his phone and starts texting someone as the other countries sit around the room in various states of shock.
The hospital provided the girl with some clean clothes from their lost- and-found and she is now waiting outside for the two people supposed to be coming to pick her up. A blue car pulls up to the sidewalk next to her suddenly and Lyra takes a nervous step back. A Caucasian woman with frizzy black hair is at the steering wheel while an African-American man sat in shotgun, looking vaguely nauseous. The woman parks the car and the man quickly clambers out.
"Your driving is still awful." He snarks as the woman climbs out as well.
"Screw you! On a scale of best drivers to worst, I'm number nine! And that's out of fifty, so I'd say that's pretty darn awesome! And I don't know why you're complaining, seeing as you're number sixteen."
"We'll discuss this another time. Where's Lyra?" Lyra herself steps up and taps him on the shoulder.
"Um, that'd be me." she says nervously and the man turns to her with an almost-blinding grin.
"Wonderful to meet you, Lyra! My name's Michael Jones and this is Madison. We're siblings so she has the same last name."
"Well, I should hope so." Madison grins and places a hand on Lyra's shoulder. "You ready to go, Lyra?" She nods nervously and all three pile into the car.
Madison = Delaware
Michael = Pennsylvania
I won't be introducing many states, seeing as I'm not very good at writing multiple personalities. Maximum I'll probably do is ten, just some of the ones I like best that Lyra will meet at America's house.
As for the high school thing, the nations want to collaborate and share whatever knowledge they're okay with sharing. Personally, I believe they're able to modify their age, so they will be high school age, don't worry.
If you have any other questions, please don't hesitate to ask in the reviews.
*Escavatori means excavators in Italian.
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