[A/N: A friend of mine and I are writing this together, WhiteCrow wrote this chapter and we're posting it on my account, given that she doesn't have one. Enough of my rambling, enjoy! ~melonkity]

Kokuren no Kodomo-tachi: Children of Nations

An APH fanfic by WhiteCrow and melonkitty.

Chapter 1

Machigatta

How it happens? Well, you've all heard of that. Hopefully, your parents have sat you down and traumatized the shit out of you. So, please, don't ask me again.

But you have more questions. Of course. It happens in this world, where many things are questioned and few are answered. Things happen that need explaining and barely any answers come forth. Think of Roswell; it was never truly explained and everything was swept under the rug. It happens all the time.

Now, let me introduce to you a hidden fact; there are hidden people. They are protected specially by the government and their identities are made secret. To us, they don't exist. False information covers everything about them up. These people, dear friends, represent the countries and are embodiments of all of the nations all over the world. If anyone found out… well, it could be disastrous.

You see, the human race experiments with things they don't understand and sometimes, those who want to know more end up going to dangerous and insane lengths.

Now you ask what can be done with the embodiment of a nation. Will the country itself hurt when the person hurts? What happens when a nation does this or that? Well, you will soon find out.

They can have children but having children might be a mistake. It would result in a horrid burden being placed on the child because the child would be a physical representation of the people occupying the country.

They exist as well but not in our sight. They live protected as well but heavily guarded then their parents. They are the people… so who knows what would happen if they were in danger?

And so our story starts here, dear friends.

After this is done, however, I will have to kill you.

Sweet dreams…

It started as a normal day. The sun was shining, birds were singing, France was trying to rape everyone within a hundred mile radius…

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, FRANCIS! PUT SOME BLOODY CLOTHES ON!"

This scream came from the formerly powerful and eternally grumpy Arthur Kirkland, representing the country of England. The countries were once again holding a meeting of world issues and other such things. Like normal, everything had gone awry and everyone had found someone to annoy. Due to old scars and conflicting personalities, everyone had a bone to pick with someone else.

France was running around the room without any clothes on, Belarus had her brother Russia hiding under the meeting table, England and America were arguing once again, and Switzerland found that the gun on his belt was looking more and more like his bestest friend in the world.

The meeting had dissolved to total chaos and once again, someone had to get everyone settled down… that someone being Germany. Taking a deep breath, he stood up from his seat and placed his palms on the table.

With a loud booming voice, he yelled, "QUIET!"

At this, everyone turned to face the burly nation with ears open and mouths closed. Even Belarus had taken her attention off of her shaking brother hiding beneath the table. Germany took the moment of silence to fix his tie and then fixed his steely blue eyes on the now attentive crowd.

"May I remind all of you that we are here to solve problems, not make them?" he lectured, his voice booming through all of their ears and resounding throughout the room. "This happens every time we are here! For once, we need to put aside all of our mishaps and difference and actually get something accomplished!"

There was a sudden pause among the nations. They looked at each other, afraid to speak and cause another riot. From the back, someone cleared their throat.

"Um… How about world hunger…?" timid Lithuania asked from the back.

"Yeah… That could work…" the group murmured and Germany felt a smile pick at the corner of his lips. It was working! They were getting somewhere!

"So… Uh… How should we deal with that?" North Italy asked quietly, looking around.

"We could send money," Finland suggested. "That way they have something."

"No… That won't work," England muttered, shaking his head. "We need to send actual food."

"We need money for that…" America pointed out. "Food costs money."

"I know that, you gi-" Germany glared at England, making him hold his tongue. "I mean… Yes, that's an issue. But we could talk to our superiors and get people to donate to food drives and such."

"I agree with England-san," Japan said quietly.

"You agree with everyone, Honda," Denmark snorted and got a warning glare from Germany. "And that's good 'cause I agree with England too! Yay!" He flashed a goofy, yet nervous smile in Germany's direction to be let off the hook.

"So that issue is taken care of," Germany said, taking a seat again. "What else can we talk about?"

"Restraining orders?" Russia suggested, keeping a close eye on his little sister.

"No," Germany responded.

"How about that recession of Amérique's?" France asked. "That seems to be an issue."

"It's his own bloody fault…" England snorted. "That's what happens when you spend too much money."

"Hey, it's not all my fault!" America retorted.

"Really?" England questioned. "Remember that cold you gave everyone in the thirties? You know, the Great Depression?"

"Once again, not entirely my fault!" America argued. "I didn't start World War I!"

"Amerika! England!" Germany interjected, switching to his national tongue.

The two ignored the German, continuing to bicker. While America and England rifled through past occurrences and started to point fingers, other nations started to argue with each other as well. Spain had started to tease South Italy again, met with a string of curses and stinging comments. Prussia began to harass Austria, resulting in Hungary chasing him around with her frying pan. Belarus had started to chase after Russia again while South Korea had taken the opportunity to sneak up behind Japan and grope his non-existent boobies.

Germany held his face in his hands as the room once again fell into complete chaos. He had tried so hard and it had all fallen back into chaos. He looked up as a hand touched his shoulder.

"G-Germany…" Italy said shakily, clinging onto his friend. "Big brother France took his clothes off again and he scaring me…"

"Ah~! Dear Italie, come here!" France called out. "Big brother has a surprise for you~!"

"Germany!" Italy screeched as he felt France grab his underarms. "Heeeelp!"

"Unhand him, you bastard!" Germany bellowed, turning around to save his innocent friend from, well, losing his innocence.

"But Allemagne, we're just going to play a game…" the nude Frenchman responded.

"Game my ass!" Germany snarled and grabbed one of Italy's arms, pulling hard.

"Germany! That hurts!" Italy squeaked but was ignored.

"Italie is mine!" France pulled on the Italian's other arm, causing another squeak of protest to emit from the young nation.

As they proceeded to play their twisted version of tug-of-war, France and Germany did not notice the two people who had just entered the chaotic mess of a meeting room. They were both young women, sixteen or seventeen years of age, but looked drastically different. One of them was about 5'2 with straight brown hair and green eyes, no expression lingered on her face. The other was taller, about 5'10, with cropped brown hair, pierced ears, eyes that were a hazel, and glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose.

The two girls looked over the chaos and exchanged glances. The taller one shot a look at the shorter girl and the other covered her ears and nodded. With this signal, the tall girl pulled a pistol from her belt and shot a bullet into the ceiling.

This, like intended, got everyone's attention. Every nation turned their attention to the two women in the doorway, all wearing questioning and confused expressions. Japan, noticeably, stopped struggling against being molested by Korea and stared blankly at the two, trying to keep his jaw from dropping. Due to lack of resistance, Korea smiled and decided it was best to keep squeezing Japan's man boobies while he still could.

After a great deal of silence, England took all gentlemanly duties upon himself and decided to help their guests.

"Good afternoon, ladies," he greeted, straightening his tie. "May I be of assistance?"

"Kiss-ass…" America snorted and received a venomous glare from the British man.

"Anyways, can I help either of you two?" England said, turning back to him.

"Yeah, you can," the tall girl responded. "We need to talk with only eight of you. Everyone else needs to shove out."

"Erm…" England glanced around. "Very well then… Who do you wish to speak with."

"Amerika-san, Igirisu-san, Furansu-san, Roshia-san, Chugoku-san, Italia-san, Doitsu-san, and Nihon-san," the short girl said in a monotone voice, pointing to each country in turn, her finger lingering on Japan. "That is all."

"Erm… Okay…" England said and turned to everyone else. "I'm sorry everyone but you'll have to leave. The meeting is adjourned for today."

Almost immediately, everyone that had to leave did with cheers of relief and happiness. However, Canada walked out slowly, again disappointed by nobody noticing him throughout the entire meeting. The eight nations that were left took seats, France putting his clothes on, and so did the two girls.

"So, may we ask what this is about?" Germany asked seriously.

"Yes," the tall girl said. "But we have to get to that later. First of all, we must all introduce ourselves. Human names, dear nations."

The eight nations exchanged nervous looks but proceeded with the introductions.

"Alfred F Jones," America greeted with a half-smile.

"Arthur Kirkland," England said, straightening his tie.

"Francis Bonnefoy, dear mademoiselles," France winked.

"Ivan Braginski," Russia said with a smile, glad that Belarus was gone.

"Wang Yao, aru!" China grinned.

"F-Feliciano Vargas," Italy said shakily, hanging tightly onto Germany's arm.

"Ludwig," Germany said simply.

"Honda Kiku or in the Western world, Kiku Honda," Japan said with a polite bow.

"Wonderful to meet you all," the tall girl grinned. "My name is Afanasi Zaria and my friend here is Tsuki Katherina Meiyo. We have some interesting questions to ask all of you…"

WhiteCrow: I wrote the first chapter, now it's 'kitty's turn...

melonkitty: O_O You gave Afanasi a gun?

WhiteCrow: *innocence* Yes, oh, and she's you by the way.

melonkitty: *slaps forehead* What am I going to do with you?

WhiteCrow: Dunno.

melonkitty: *rolls eyes* Rhetorical question silly.