LE CHAPTER TWO! WHOOT WHOOT!~

Eye do not own the epicness of Hetalia. Period.

A girl stood in the snow, looking out at the icy sea that surrounds her. In the distance, was a brown dot, and it was coming closer and closer every minute. She rarely had any visitors, (the continents never hold meetings at her house, them not being used to the cold) and Arctic never traveled by ship. But, there it was, a ship, the largest one she has ever seen. It is probably a little smaller than a blue whale, she thought. The ship was now close, so close that she could see the men on deck running about like idiots. The ship stopped before hitting the snowy bank, letting her hear the ramblings of the drunkards.

"Captains coming!"

"At ease."

"Captain, I think you should see this."

There was a moment's pause, and Antarctica saw three of the men standing on the edge, staring right at her. Acting on instinct she waved like a mad man, (which she would never do anywhere else but her home). The men on the ship didn't seem to be amused by this though; they actually retreated back onto the deck away from the edge. A little while later the ship pulled away from her home and made its way back from where it came.

~*~*~*~Scene change of epic~*~*~*~

"You are completely positive that the area was unpopulated?" he asked the nervous captain.

"Aye."

He paused for a moment. "How old did you say she was?"

"She looked about ten or eleven, though she could have been twelve, maybe thirteen or fourteen, definitely not sixteen—"

"Your ramblings are extremely unproductive at the moment," he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, the stood up. "I will travel with you and your crew to where you saw her; understand?"

"Aye. When do you want to depart?"

"The sooner the better. Now assemble your crew and start gathering your supplies," the captain clicked his heels together, and left the large office, leaving the country to fantasize about the new mass of land that will soon be his…

~*~*~*~Legit Scene Change~*~*~*~

Antarctica rolled around in the snow, completely and utterly bored out of her mind. Her sister just left, and even though her entire visit consisted of her chasing around the "elf" and cussing severely whenever she fell down, it was at least something to DO. She decided to add on to her snowman army which was really all she did all day. She started to create one ball, cursing as one of her fingers started to go numb again. She blew on her finger then made another ball, and another, and another until she had a large pile. Then she arranged them, making cannonballs next to the line of cannons.

"Nice artillery you have there."

She jumped and turned around quickly, which made her loose her balance and fall onto her cannon balls. She looked up from the ground inspecting the man that ruined her masterpiece. He was a blonde man, with very unruly and choppy hair. He also had eyebrows very similar to Australia's, which made her think that they were related.

"Uh… do you know Australia by any chance?" she asked, trying extremely hard to be polite and to not go on a swearing rampage.

"… How do you know my colony?" Eyebrows looked a bit panicked at that.

"Colony? What the hell is a colony? And why is Australia one?!" Trousers was getting on her nerves.

"Well, a colony is a country that's under another's rule. " He is talking to me like a motherfucking child! I am a shit loads older than he could ever dream of being! Even if he is a personification!

Straining not to swear she said, "Who are you anyway?" also adding a forced smile, showing her spikey teeth resulting in a small look of terror that was immediately covered up.

"I am the Great British Empire, " he said that with immense pride, making Antarctica want to gag. "And… wha—who are you?"

That pulled a nerve, just because she was albino doesn't mean that she is a different species! "I am the fucking continent of Antarctica, and I have been around here for millions of years, you jackass! And same with your colony!" she really didn't care about censoring herself now.

The red faced Britain grabbed onto her boney wrist and started to drag her towards the direction of her icy shore, where presumably his ship was docked. She twisted and flailed, trying to get out of his hold, which proved impossible. He dragged her onto his ship and as they set sail she stopped struggling. Pleased with this, Britain loosened his hold on the skinny girl.

Next thing he knew, Antarctica dove off the ship, departing with some very vulgar curses.

This was actually really fun to write! Eye really love this OC, she's like... awesome? What ever the word is! Sorry if England is a bit OOC, eye don't think he is, but something seems off... hmmmmmmmm. Well, eye think that Arctic will be coming in soon, within the next few chapters!

OH! A little birdie told me that season five of Hetalia is in the works! EPICNESS! excuse me while eye do a fangirly squeal...

Keesh (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧