The moon boasted it's prowess by gleaming endlessly through the dark, burning brighter than any star that dare question its perfection. The night was a never-ending black abyss, home to the lunar body. However, a force emerged from the shadows. As the sun began to rise, the moon shriveled away into nothing, until the sun was the victor of the battle.

It displayed its victory by shining its bright rays of sunshine over the earth. And it was these bright rays that cascaded through the stained-glass sun roof that awoke the new country, Nakaelin.

Slowly, the little blonde country opened his eyes. He felt so comfortable, so at peace with the world. He was adorned in his footsie pajamas still, locks of curly, bouncy hair falling over the tips of his ears. He was clutching on to his teddy bear, which was a little too big for his tiny hands and frame. But he cradled it nonetheless.

His sky-blue eyes opened. Half-way at first, then they revealed themselves all the way. His gaze flickered around the room, taking in the contents of it. It swept over the presents on the ground and the furniture, to the teddy in his arms.

It was springtime in Nakaelin. The air was still a tad chilly, but the beauty of the sun reigned supreme. And it wasn't afraid to brag of its superior light.

The young boy let out a low yawn, which shook his body, expanding his lungs. He stretched out his toes and fingers, and then sat up in his bed. If this was the life of a country, he could get used to it. Wondering where his big brother went, the little country sat there a moment longer. However, the presence of the gifts occupied his mind, and he hopped out of the large bed.

The small nation placed his teddy on a pillow before padding off towards the nearest present. He kneeled on the ground, and plucked the gift from the large pile excitedly. Hurriedly, the boy tore at the paper, a curious stare on his face.

Upon opening the box, he found that it contained a little train set. The track was about two feet wide and the train was three cars long, but it was still amazing to the boy, who had never seen such things before. He was still learning, still adapting, still registering his responsibility as a country. So, he got to work setting up the odd toy, piecing the pieces together peacefully.

Seven minutes of confused muttering went by until he finally could unlock the secret of the train set. He switched on the little switch, and watched with delight as the train began to chug around the circle. Laughing happily, the little boy began to chase the train's cars, round and round.

After a few more minutes of that, he got his teddy, placed him on the train, and let his little friend ride about whilst he began to tear at another present. This one was a toy airplane. Smiling ecstatically, the boy ran about the room, airplane high above his head, making engine sounds. "Vrroooom, vrrrooooommm~!" He squealed with delight.

This continued on, the bear riding the train and the boy playing with the airplane, until something happened. The boy stopped running when there was a low grumbling in his stomach. He stared down at his tummy, and placed a miniature hand upon it, feeling the vibrations of the rumbling through his being.

"Hm." He whispered softly, not comprehending. He had never encountered food before, and was rather confused as to what was happening. He sat down, little plane in his grip, and pondered as to what was wrong with him.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door.

The little blonde boy jumped, and turned his head so quick that his little bouncy curls danced about his head, batting his scalp. The door opened, and in popped America.

"B-Big Brother!" Nakaelin cried gleefully. He ran over to the older country, waving his plane about in the air. "Someone gave this to me!"

America, who had surmised that Nakaelin would still be sleeping, seemed a little unnerved to find the boy already up. However, he took a glance at the toy in the youngster's hand, and smiled his usual wide, goofy grin.

"Ah! That's a nice plane. 'Course, not as nice as the model planes I have at home, but still, it's nice enough!" He laughed victoriously and messed up the boy's hair with his large, rough hand. The older nation then looked over to the bear on the train, going round and round in circles, and laughed at that as well.

Then, a sound interrupted the happy atmosphere. The low grumbling in Nakaelin's stomach returned, and the country looked back down at the cause of the noise, still puzzled.

"Oh, you're hungry, little dude." America pointed out. The country tilted his head to the side, all of the curls going to the left of his head.

"No worries, little guy. I'll whip up some pancakes! With extra whipped cream and lots of syrup!" America whooped. He then leaned down and scooped up the country in his arms, and placed him on his back once again.

"And they're off!" America shouted, prancing out of the room like a horse. Nakaelin squealed with giddiness, bouncing up and down on his brother's back as they went off the landing of the turret and started down the spiral stairs. They went past the second story's hallway without stopping, and continued down to the ground level.

America skipped to the door on the right of the foyer, where they were met by a grand dining hall. The walls had the same chair rail design at the foyer, and the hard wood floors were the same as well. There was a fireplace at the front of the room, where the head seat was seated in front of it, which was followed by a long glass table with chairs lining the sides. A chandelier twinkled in the stained-glass windows, which had images of tulips.

The thing that really got Nakaelin's attention, though, was what was above the fireplace.

A long piece of cloth, pinned down at both top sides. It was all black, save for an odd blue sign in the middle. The sign was an odd star-type of thing, with a circle and another star within it. The boy stared at the cloth until America pranced through that room and through the door on the other side.

This room was a kitchen. Marble counters and white appliances, stainless steal pots and pans hung up over the stove, ready for use. The smaller country blinked as he was set on one of the counters by the larger nation. America then began to search through the fridge, muttering something about pancake mix.

"Big Brother?"

"Hmm?" America responded, moving things about in the refrigerator.

"What was that cloth thing above that hole in the wall, in the other room?"

America looked at his sibling, who was staring at him intently. "Huh?"

"That thing - it looked like a blanket, and it was stretched over that hole in the wall."

"What the heck are you - oh, wait, you mean the fireplace."

"Fireplace?"

"Yeah, that hole in the wall is where people light a fire for when it's cold. And that cloth above it was your flag."

Nakaelin struggled to understand. Fire? Cold? He had never experienced such things. And as for the flag, the boy had heard about it from America last night. Apparently, those were his colors - black and blue - for they were on his flag.

He understood what rooms were, and he got the gist of furniture and appliances; tools to help you do things. He understood that the light switch made light, and that doors allowed blockages in walls to let others in or keep them out. He understood that things such as trains and planes and trucks transported you around, and he understood that everyone wore clothes for some reason. He knew how to read and write in English, and he knew colors and sounds and feelings and expressions. He knew that people looked and acted different, and that no two people looked the same. But there were some things that he didn't understand.

The little nation didn't understand pain, for he had never felt it. Whether it be from the cold, or from a burn, he had never experienced such things. The boy never encountered true fear or panic, and he surely didn't understand that he had responsibilities as a nation. He didn't know that there were other nations out in the world who were, at this very moment, plotting to take him over for their own territory.

Nakaelin's train of thought was interrupted by a sudden sound. It was America messing with the pans, putting pancake mix into them and whistling 'Amazing Grace' whilst doing so. The little blonde boy watched him curiously.

After America finished making the pancakes, (Complete with whipped cream and syrup as promised,) the two sat in the dining room to eat their breakfast. Nakaelin gazed up at the flag, his plate in front of him, untouched. America, having seen this after munching on his own breakfast, frowned.

"Hey now, Nakaelin! Ya' gotta eat up! How else do you think you'll grow up big and strong, like me?"

Nakaelin looked at America, who was pouting in his direction.

"I'm... I'm sorry. It's just that... Why do I have to have a flag, anyway?"

America tilted his head to the side, the sunshine gleaming through the windows hitting his glasses, and making his blue eyes twinkle slightly. "Well, so when you win a war or something, people will know who won, according to the flag they leave behind. Or if you go up to the moon, you could leave a flag telling others who did that. Or if you make something and export it, you could put your flag somewhere on that as well."

The tall country paused a moment to stuff his face with a rather large pile of pancakes, then continued to speak.

"Ish bashically yer callin' card." He continued, mouth full of food. "Sho people know what chu accomplish."

Nakaelin watched as America lifted up his fork, stabbed his food, and shoved it into his mouth. Nakaelin continued to openly stare, before picking up his own fork, mimicking his older brother. He wedged the utensil into the flattened food, syrup drizzling down his plate and mixing in with the fluffy white whipped cream. He then brought a small piece to his mouth, opened wide, and plopped it in. Instinct took over from there, as he chewed on the gooey pancakes, and swallowed. It was the first thing he ever ate.

Having warm food in him felt good, so the little country continued to much on his breakfast, taking smaller bites than his brother.

After finishing his breakfast in no time at all, America pushed his plate away and smiled that goofy grin of his. "Now, Nakaelin. I need to tell you some more stuff."

Nakaelin gazed at his brother with his round, innocent blue eyes, listening.

"There's something called a World Conference tomorrow, and all of the countries will be there. And since you're a country as well, you're invited."

Nakaelin dropped his fork at that sudden announcement. His light blue eyes met America's glistening ones, and the two gazed at each other whilst Nakaelin thought it over.

195 countries were in the world, not including himself. He would have the opportunity to meet them tomorrow. He remembered yesterday, where he signed an alliance with his older brother. Maybe he could sign more alliances, and have even more big brothers! He could learn their secrets to becoming large nations like America, and he could understand his responsibilities a tad better. Yes, it would be in his best interest to go to the meeting... Even if he was a little nervous about it...

Hetalia HISTORICAL FACT:

In 2030, when Nakaelin separated from America, America saw that as a chance to align with the smaller country in hopes of one day winning them back without force. So, America would trade and watch out for Nakaelin.

Nakaelin toddled behind America as they walked throughout the house. America was giving his little brother a tour of his residence. Through the kitchen was a breakfast nook, and a bathroom was right beside that. That was followed by a rather large lounge, with a huge grand piano placed romantically by stained glass windows. If one were to go through this room they would reach a study, and through that was a sitting room. Then they were at the foyer again.

"And that was just the first story." America boasted as Nakaelin trotted behind his brother, having to go rather quickly to keep up with America's strides.

The two climbed the stairs, heading to the next story. Two guest bedrooms, and large storage units that really had no purpose; there was virtually nothing in a lot of the rooms down the long halls of the second story. And, of course, the third was just a simple landing that led to Nakaelin's turret bedroom.

"Nakaelin, why don't you open up some more gifts? I'm going back down to the first story to start your bath. Then we can go sight-seeing!" America suggested joyfully. However, the young country's only response was a curious tilt of the head. Bath? What on earth was that?

The boy watched as America walked out of the room, leaving Nakaelin with his many unopened gifts. The boy grabbed his teddy, and moved onto the next present in line. It was a shirt with a little dinosaur on it. The boy smiled at the piece of clothing, and put it onto his teddy bear. It was hard to get the neck opening over the bear's ears, but the little boy managed. After his bear was dressed, he moved to the next box.

This one was a little sail boat. It had tiny figurines of people wearing captain hats and sailor uniforms. Not really knowing what a boat was, the boy sat there and examined the toy for a while before finally giving up and placing it onto his bed.

The next present wasn't like the others. This one was wrapped in plain white wrapping paper, with a crisp, well-ironed ribbon looped around it. It had a small card on the top, and the boy picked it up to read it.

"To: Nakaelin

From: England."

The boy flipped the card over, and continued reading.

"I've yet to meet you, and look forward to finally doing so. Happy birthday."

This England character was getting nicer and nicer. The boy smiled warmly at the card that was too large for his miniature hands, and placed it next to him carefully, not wanting to mess it up. The boy opened the box, and in it he found a book. It read, 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.'

Tilting his head to the side, the boy opened the book. On the front page where it should have been blank, a note had been scribbled down. "Happy birthday! -England."

"OY! NAKAELIN! C'MERE FOR A BATH!" America yelled up the stairs.

The sudden cry startled the young country, who dropped the book he was holding. "K-Kay~!" he yelled back, picking up the book and the card that came with it. He put the card into a random page of the book, and placed it on the bed with his toy plane, train, and teddy bear that was adorned in his new shirt. However, he took the sail boat downstairs with him, so he could ask America what it was.

The boy toddled down the spiral staircase, tumbling once or twice due to his footsie pajamas he still wore. He carried his boat in his arms, cradling it against his chest so he wouldn't accidentally drop it.

When the pajama-covered feet finally reached the bottom of the stairs, the little boy hurried back to through the dining hall, into the kitchen, through the lounge, and into the bathroom where his brother was waiting. When he went through the door, he found America adding bubble bath formula to the water.

"Big Brother? What's this?"

America turned, and saw Nakaelin holding up his toy boat, out of breath from running.

"That's a sailboat. People use it to go across the water. Good thing you brought it, you can play with it in the tub!"

As it turns out, baths were quite fun. You could make beards and mustaches out of bubbles, and splash around in the water. Water, by the way, was really amazing. The moment Nakaelin hit the water he knew that it was probably the best thing in the whole entire world. He didn't want to get out of the tub, even when he was squeaky clean. But, the little country minded his big brother and did as he was told, which was to get out of the tub and get dressed.

After putting on a shirt, shorts, and little converse, the country walked out of the front door. In one hand was his teddy bear, and the other was his older brother's hand.

The two walked down the sidewalk, America humming his national anthem whilst Nakaelin hurried to keep up with him. "Where we goin', Big Brother?"

"Well, I was thinking that I should probably introduce you to a country that was staying here for a while."

Nakaelin stopped walking when he heard that. A country? So soon? He wasn't even ready! What was he going to say?

"Oh..." He whispered, looking down. The little boy then looked up and asked, "What are they like?"

"Well, for the most part, I guess he's okay. He kinda acts weird, though. His name is France."