Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, my name is definitely not Hidekaz Himaruya, and I can't speak much Japanese. So there.

Also technically my OC is a canon character, but Himaruya never expanded on the character. He just said the country was there. And please remember that all translations are from google translate so if any of them are wrong, blame google translate. I am pretty good in Chinese however, those will mostly not be wrong. And the reason India knows so many languages is the many diverse speakers in India, at least that's what it said in the wikia.

Dozens of Nations from the Ancient world have come and gone. Only their descendants remain, former shadows of the mighty nations of the past.

Britannia. Germania. Roman Empire. Ancient Egypt. Ancient Greece. The Mayas, Aztecs, and Incas. Native America. Scandinavia. Aborigine Australia. Babylon. Persia. Mesopotamia. Carthage. Magyar. Byzantine Empire. And many others.

Very few remain that lived during that time, and most of the newer nations often forget the wisdom and knowledge they have.

China. India. Israel. Afghanistan. Cambodia. Mongolia.

A select few remember the ancient archaic legacies and empires those six once commanded. And those who do remember don't respect them (ENGLAND).

In this world of loneliness, what can be salvaged?

India hated World Meetings. They were long, boring, and nothing ever got accomplished. He only attended because his boss makes him. If he had it his way, he would never ever set foot into the World Meetings again. He sighed, fondly remembering the Ancient World Meetings, those were fun.

He felt his phone buzz, a text. He prayed it was Pakistan bothering him about wanting more spices. India was quite fed up with Pakistan at the current moment. Opening his phone, he recognized a number with a message he'd thought he never ever see from her.

I'm coming to the World Meeting.

"What is she thinking…?" India murmured to himself. Pressing her number, he waited for her to answer.

"Сайн уу?"

"Namaste Монгол! ЧИ ТЭНЭГ ҮҮ?" India screeched into the phone, startling several elderly ladies nearby. He quickly ushered an apology.

She yelped in surprise. "За яах вэ? Та юу ярьж байна вэ?"

India sighed again. "Why now are you coming? You've stayed away since a few hundred years before Roman Empire died."

"My boss is making me. He decided it's time for me to get out of my very comfy shell." She grumbled quite unhappily. "Ugh, can I call in sick?"

India snorted while standing in the middle of the sidewalk of Paris. "Do you really think Germany of France is going to remember you?"

A pause. "Probably not. I'm just now exiting the Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport. Can you meet me by the meeting building?"

India glanced at the clock, they had roughly an hour before the meeting began. And he was near the airport himself….

"Hang on, I'll come pick you up, where are you?" India said, already hailing a taxi.

"Are you sure?" Her voice sounded shaky, as if she didn't want India to get her.

India rolled his eyes. "Shut up. I'm already 5 minutes away from the airport. Stay put."

She hefted a heavy sigh. "Fine. Get me at Terminal 3."

He smirked, he knew she couldn't resist a free ride. He told the taxi driver his desired destination and relaxed. Although Paris wasn't home, he appreciated the beautiful architecture and ornate catholic cathedrals. Paris was certainly the city of love and splendor.

"Monsieur, nous sommes à l'aéroport." The taxi driver said, pulling up next to the sidewalk.

"Merci, je reviendrai dans quelques minutes pour prendre un ami." India swiftly said, getting out to make sure she didn't get lost. Although unlike Austria she had a really good sense of direction.

The taxi driver nodded. "Je vais vous attendre."

India quickly scanned the hordes of people coming and leaving the airport. He considered calling out her name but knew nation secrecy was sacred to most, especially her. Then again, everyone wasn't a government official, so he took the risk.

"Монгол улс!" He called out, searching for his friend.

In the endless sea of people, all dressed differently, it was quite difficult. Finally, he spotted a woman physically appearing in her early to mid-twenties with a black, round hat with a gold band around the rim on her head. She wore a black jacket with a dark blue shirt underneath, black jeans with two gray strips over the thighs, and black combat boots. Her hands were adorned in black fingerless gloves and a vibrant gold-yellow scarf was wrapped around her neck.

She had long, dark black hair tied in a loose braid that hung limply down her back and bright amber eyes. She was short, about 5 foot 3 inches (162cm) and had pale skin.

Her eyes lit up when she saw India near the cab, and she rushed over to him, two small suitcases trailing behind her and a black purse hanging from her shoulder.

"Энэтхэг бол юу вэ?" She smiled, offering a fist bump.

"Hey, how's it going?!" India chirped happily, returning the fist bump.

Her lips curled into a sideways smirk. "Aside from chasing horse thieves halfway across the desert, resolving three international disasters and almost missing my flight in one day, I'm fine."

India cracked out laughing, opening the trunk of the taxi for her. "That's wild."

She made an exasperated noise from her mouth. "No kidding. Hurry up, I want to sleep on the way. Also have any food?"

India sweat dropped, food and sleep were still her two top goals. "Get in." After settling in, he nodded to the taxi driver. "S'il vous plaît nous emmener au bâtiment de la réunion Internationale."

The middle aged man smiled politely, enjoying watching the two young people. "Oui, tout de suite."

On the way to the meeting building, it was mostly silence. She napped mostly, a small bit of drool collecting by the base of her mouth. India snapped a quick picture as future blackmail, knowing fully she'd probably hunt him down and skewer him with one of her arrows.

About 15 minutes into the car ride, India figured he should probably call Germany to let him know about the extra nation.

"Germany, I have to tell you something."

"Ja? Make it quick, I'm busy setting up the meeting place." Germany's gruff and deep voice sounded.

"About that, one of my friends who hasn't attended a meeting in several hundred years spontaneously decided to come." India said, holding the phone away from his ear because he could already hear the storm brewing.

"WWWWHAT?!" Germany bellowed angrily and in annoyance. "Who is this nation?! Why tell me now?!"

India suppressed an irritated groan. "She just told me 20 minutes ago, and I don't think she'll want me telling you what nation she represents."

Germany grumbled. "Fine. I will see you soon with another chair in mind."

"Aw man thanks!" India beamed. "Word of advice, make sure her chair is nowhere near China's."

"Uh…ok…?" Germany replied in confusion then hung up.

India recalled the last time she sat next to China. It ended with both of the nations in many bruises and their voice strained rom shouting. Cambodia had laughed her butt off, while Manchuria deadpanned through the entire ordeal. Yeah, she and China shouldn't be within a 5 foot radius from each other. He heard the taxi driver snickering at the conversation he just had with Germany. Ah youth.

After a few more minutes, the taxi driver informed India that they would be arriving at their destination in about 7 minutes. India in return elbowed her in the side to wake her up.

With a jolt, her eyes snapped opened. "What the hell India?!" She complained, rubbing her side.

India shrugged. "Whoops."
She glared at him ferociously.

Upon arriving, she hastily gathered her things and left them in the lobby with the receptionist (after showing the receptionist her I.D) and said she'd get them later.

They were almost there, and India could already hear the shouting and chaos inside. He glanced over and saw her annoyed and tired face. Also, was that a slight hint of nervousness he detected?

"Chill." He said bluntly.

She smiled nervously. "I'm good. It's just been a while." She sighed. "Might as get this over with."

He laughed. "I've still never gotten used to the absolute chaos and craziness."

She cracked a bright grin.

Together, they opened the meeting doors, ready to face the coming challenges. Because life threw curveballs all the time.

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