Kit-Kat: Hey everyone. This is the beginning of the Hetalia story that Wishes and I are doing. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. If you're checking out my stories for the first time I have a FullMetal Alchemist story going too. Well let me know what you thought of this story. Happy Reading!

A cool breeze whipped around the figure as he stalked through the jungle of yellow petals, searching for someone, his light beige coat and white scarf dancing around his frame. As he glanced around, he heard a voice ring out.

"Papa, Papa!" He turned towards the sound to see welcome a little girl with shoulder length wavy red hair running towards him. Moving quickly in between the sunflowers the girl came to a stop right in front of him, slightly out of breath, with her hands clasped behind her back. "Papa, you came back! I missed you!" she stated happily as her bright blue eyes beamed up at him.

He smiled and ruffled her hair. "I missed you too little one. Now what do you have behind your back Katilee?" Little Katilee giggled as she brought her hands from behind her back to show a bunch of sunflowers. "I picked these for you Papa. You've always seemed to enjoy them and I though you would like to take some back with you when you leave again. That way when you look at them, you'll be happy and come back sooner." He bent down to where he was at Katilee's height and took the sunflowers from her with one hand and put his other hand on her head.

"Thank you. My little sunflower." Katilee smiled at him in pure joy at her new nickname.

Purple eyes opened to a few beams of sunlight stretching across his face. He squinted as he sat up and turned to look at the clock on his nightstand. However, his eyes drifted from the clock to the white vase next to it, for inside of the vase rested a single sunflower. His favorite flower. Sighing, he stood up and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

"Papa, what does independence mean?" Katilee asked. The two of them were in the living room, sitting in front of a warm fire. The Baltics were in the kitchen, peaking around the edge of the door, wondering how the sweet little girl could possibly related to the man who had taken them. The man in question looked down at the girl who looked about nine years old.

"Where did you hear that word?"He questioned his facial expression a mixture of surprise, worry, and anger.

"I found it in one of your books Papa." Katilee answered, her blue eyes dancing with curiosity at the unknown word. Her papa took one look at those eyes and caved.

"Independence means to be free of someone's control or influence. Now let's stop talking about this. Da?" He sighed. He didn't like the way this conversation was going. Katilee nodded obediently and started towards her room.

He sighed as he stepped out of the shower. If only he had known what that question would have led to, he might've answered it differently. He grabbed a towel from the rack and wiped the cascading drops of liquid from his body and hair. He walked back into his room and slipped on his undergarment and pants. As he reached for his shirt, the reflection in the mirror across from him caught his eye. He watched as his reflection's left hand moved to the upper middle of his chest, next to his heart. The tips of his fingers gently traced the top of the scar that sat there. Oh how he wished that he could go back in time and correct his mistakes. So he could go back to a time before all his current pain.

The sounds of battle raged around the two figures. One was clad in his usual coat and scarf and was holding a two kindjals in his hands. The other one looked like an eleven year old girl and was wearing black pants that were tucked into black combat boots; the silver tunic shirt that hung on her frame was securely held by the green sash at her waist. Her long red hair that had hung loose had been cut short. Her usually bright blue eyes were now a rich deep blue filled with sorrow and determination.

"Katilee, stop this now. There is no reason for this to happen, da?" He called as the girl lunged forward with her double bladed staff.

"There is every reason. I want to be able to make my own choices," she spun her staff and knocked one of the kindjals from his hands "I want for my people to no longer be oppressed," she jabbed at him and he leapt back, barely avoiding the hit "I want freedom!" She screamed as she ran towards him and forced all of her weight into the swing. He tried to block, but her weapon broke his blade and carved a snaking path into his chest. He fell down, crimson blood staining what was left of the pure snow. His hands grasped his chest as he looked up at her. Katilee walked over to him and got down in front of him and took his head in her hands.

"I'm sorry Papa." She whispered as tears rained down her face. She kissed him once on the cheek before bashing their heads together. The last thing his violet eyes took in before he fell unconscious was his little sunflower's tear stained features.

His fingers nimbly finished buttoning up his coat and he adjusted his scarf as he walked out the front door. For once he was glad that there was a world conference meeting to attend. Hopefully it would help get his mind off of the events of his past. Unfortunately, his mind was slipping once again.

Blurry images appeared above him as he slowly awoke. The man there shouted that he had regained consciousness and a doctor hurried over.

"You should be careful," the doctor said "you took a serious injury to the chest. It would have been fatal if your attacker had aimed just three more inches to the left. You're very lucky."

"W-what's our status?" He questioned the soldier after the doctor had left.

"We've lost the war sir. Katilee's soldiers were well trained and defeated us. Our supervisor signed an agreement and a peace treaty stating that Katilee was its own country now and that the fighting between the two of us was over..sir." The soldier hesitated before finishing.

"What were you going to say?" The soldier hesitated again before stating "Sir, you were carried in here by an enemy soldier. It was a girl with short red hair and dark blue eyes. She was wearing a silver shirt that had a green sash, black pants that were tucked into black boots, and she carried a double bladed staff. She brought you in, laid you on a cot, kissed your forehead, turned and said to us "Bandage his wounds before he bleeds to death," and left. Do you know her sir?"

The soldier's question went unanswered since his mind was far away. 'Katilee, my little sunflower, you still care for Papa.'

He sighed as he traveled down the hallways towards the meeting room. It had been so long since he had seen her. He wondered how she was fairing in the harsh world. He opened the conference room and as he walked over to his seat, he heard America call out "Hi Russia. Glad you made it." Russia smiled and nodded at him as he took his seat next to St. Elroy. The nation turned slightly and nodded her head in greeting to him. As Russia turned his attention to the meeting at hand, the bumbling idiot stood up to make an announcement.

"There's a surprise for all of you here today. A new nation is joining the conference today! It turns out that they've been a nation for a while, but they've been isolated. So let's make them feel at home." America stated excitedly. The buzz of curiosity ran around the room as the nations processed the new information. America walked over to the door and opened it. "Come on in and meet everyone." Russia's violet eyes widened as he gazed upon the figure standing in the doorway. His eyes traced upwards from the black boots that had black pants tucked into them to the forest green three quarter sleeved shirt that had silver designs wrapped around it to the long red braid that fell to the hips to the face that contained two blue eyes that were filled with nervousness and excitement. Their eyes locked for a moment before the nation's gaze swept the room, taking in all the new faces.

"It's nice to meet you all. My name's Katilee." She giggled as her head tilted to the side in a cute fashion.