England's pov

England stared blankly at the trio and was unable to speak when the girls introduced themselves

"I'm meri or North but to you I'm North America"

"I'm Europe or Europa, to them i'm ro"

"I'm Antarctica, ant to my friends" she huffed slightly and flicked her hair over her shoulder "where the hell are the others?" North America and Europe exchanged a glance then both hollered "you lot get here now!" there was a small stampede in the hall and five more girls appeared. "Sorry lil sis British cities are kind of confusing" a muscle under Europe's eye twitched slightly "err-maybe I shouldn't have said that"

"No you shouldn't have ia" a brunette said behind them, she moved to the front of the little group and rested her hand on Antarctica's shoulder. "I'm ri or Africa to you, I happen to be the eldest and the most mature."

"Hey!" Europe exclaimed indignantly "you've had riots recently and that huge argument with meri a few years ago."

"Says the girl who has a war every other day" North America smirked at her knowing there was no easy answer to her statement. "Do shut up" Europe looked in the opposite direction and ignored the blonde. France finally found his voice "so you are the representatives of the continents"

"of course we are ya bloody wombat" snapped one of the girls, her hair was chin length and her eyes were leaf green mixed with hazel. England guessed from the 'bloody wombat' part at the end that she was Oceania. Ia must be Asia as their nicknames seemed to be part of their full names and they must have been the voices America heard. "America what exactly did the voice say?"

"there was two voices, canadia you heard them to didn't you"

"yes, but I'm cana-"

"yeah, yeah nobody cares they said, enough, I'm sick of this you disappoint me" he frowned trying to remember "I ashamed to call you my child meri" Canada offered helpfully.

"Thanks bro, the other one said, I never was"

"Your child ro" England finished for him "I got told stories about them as a child but I didn't think they were true" he bowed his head and mumbled something under his breath. Europe raised an eyebrow "was that an apology poppet" his head snapped back up again

"don't patronise me"

"can't help it darlin' I'm going through a phase of what do you call it?" she glanced at Oceania for help. "Mothering instincts."

"More like trying to reclaim territory" muttered North America, in response Europe slapped her round the back of the head. North America yelped in surprise and leapt at Europe and the two were soon rolling around on the floor fighting. Asia sighed "why must they fight so much? Anyway you should all apologise."

"Why?" was the simultaneous question from everyone in the room.

"Because, every war inside a continent ,say like world war II between England and Germany, affects us the same way a civil war would affect you" she glanced at Africa sympathetically "the more countries there are in the continent the worse it is because there is usually more than war going on at the same time" Oceania continued the explanation as Asia moved to separate the fighting pair.

"World war II was actually a relief for Europe because there was only one war and three options axis, ally or neutral. This drives us to favour countries that have permanent alliances because it takes some of the pressure off and makes it easier to focus. Europe and Africa both have split personality problems and I think they might be losing their minds because they have so many different countries" she jumped to one side as Europe and North America, still fighting, rolled past her. Europe screeched as her wrist disappeared under North America's foot, cracking, and she bit down, hard, on the other girl's hand. "Mon dios, you bastardo" she switched European languages fluently, cradling her damaged wrist.

Oceania dragged her away from north America who was being restrained another of the girls. "Can I have a European country over here please, I think ro needs comforting" sure enough Europe looked like she was about to cry. Europe mumbled something and a soft glow surrounded her wrist and it straightened out, healing, she looked around the room, eyes cold. Softly, under her breath, she sung a haunting little song "I admit that in the past I've been a nasty, they weren't kidding when they called me kind of strange, but you'll find that nowadays I've mended all my ways, repented, seen the light and made a change" north America looked slightly freaked out

"Sis can you not do this now."

"Poor unfortunate souls in pain, in need, this one longing to be thinner, this one wants to get the girl and do I help them? Yes indeed" she finished the song with a little psychotic grin. "Oce dear, I'm not losing my mind I already have lost it" she bounced to her feet, still grinning and leant against the door "remind me to get North back later, I just need to round up some of my countries, Hungary, Prussia, Spain and France come with me." England didn't miss the link between those particular countries "Europe" he called after her.

"Yes England" she turned to him, slinging an arm over Prussia's and Hungary's shoulders.

"Cael hwyl" she flashed him a devious grin.

"I yn"

French

Mon=my

Spanish

Dios=god

Italian

Bastardo=bastard

Welsh

Cael hwyl=Have fun

I yn=I will