A/N: Wow. I have had a lot of Oc's submitted in the last couple of days. I hate to say it but I'm not going to be able to accept anymore if I want to keep the story moving. (I actually had to write up a waiting list so I would understand what to do.)

That still doesn't mean you don't get to be in the fanfiction though. If you submit a character I will give you honorable mentions throughout, or possible a flashback appearance if you like. I'm just not going to be able to dedicate a whole bunch of time to your character. Also I feel like people are only reviewing this to get there character put in and they don't really care about the story as a whole.

I'm working hard guys and I really want to make this a rocking fic. Like so rocking you can't even tell it's an OC fic. Just try to bear with me and don't abandon me now.

One last thing, I'm going to start referring to the countries by their country names, just so no one gets confused.

Thanks

Please Enjoy!

"Hello," the Philippines smiled. "I'm Isagani Rizal, and I represent the Philippines, and this is my friend Anzan."

"Phil, what're you doing?" Bhutan asked, walking into the shot.

"Introducing the chapter Anzan," the Philippines smiled.

"But why?"

"Because we're not going to be in this one," Philippines sighed.

"Oh…"

"…and don't call me Phil!"

"So this is our room?" Costa Rica exclaimed in surprise. It really was lovely. It was small and cozy, with two empty twin beds, a couple of old fashioned desks, and a pretty window seat.

"The walls are blank," Costa Rica noticed, "So we could probably decorate them if we wanted." She looked over at Singapore.

"Do what you want," she said, before falling on her bed and continuing to read her manga.

"Uh…aren't you going to unpack?" Costa Rica asked.

Singapore fixed her with an angry glare, which caused Costa Rica to sink to the back of the room.

"Alright then…" she muttered to herself. Instead of pestering her scary roommate she decided to unpack her own bag.

She smiled when she felt something thin and papery in her hand, and she pulled it out to hang it over her bed.

"What's that?" Yuumei was frowning at her, apparently displeased Costa Rica was distracting her from her manga.

"Um…Well," Costa Rica blushed a little. "It's called papel de picado, we use it to decorate for celebrations in my home."

Singapore looked interested now, "My Brother China makes that stuff, he calls it Jianzhi."

"Yeah, I actually learned how to make it from him," Costa Rica said bashfully.

Flash Back

"Alright mis pequeñas colonias," Spain said cheerfully. "Today we get to go shopping at the hacienda stores! Isn't that fun!"

The small procession of Central and South American colonies simply glared at their caretaker.

"Le odio!" shouted Bolivia.

"Oh I love you too!" Spain gushed.

Costa Rica noticed her big brother Mexico checking out a little Chinese shop.

"Look at that hermana!" he said excitedly. Hanging in the shop was a display of fancy paper, in very intricate designs.

"Ni Hao!" said the guy who ran the shop. "Are you interested in buying some Chinese cut paper?"

"It looks like you minced it," Costa Rica noticed.

"What a rude thing to say!" the Chinese man sniffed.

"I'll buy some!" Mexico said pulling out his wallet. "You want some to hermana?"

"No gracias," Costa Rica sighed. "Señor Idiota has me in major debt, I don't want to waste any money."

"Maybe I make you some then," Mexico suggested. He pulled out a pair of scissors and tried to cut his own paper. "This is too hard," he said. "I'll just chisel it."

"Hey don't just figure out another way to do it!" China shouted.

End Flashback.

"So that's a gift from your brother?" Singapore asked.

"Yeah," Costa Rica smiled. "I've been trying to take good care of it, plus it's so pretty."

"It has skulls on it," Singapore noticed.

"Yeah! Hermano made it look totally macabre no?" Costa Rica gushed.

"No way! You shouldn't give scary stuff to little kids!" Singapore shouted.

In Mexico, every year there is a big celebration for those who have died called El Dia de los Muertos. Mexico makes paper with skulls on it to celebrate this day. To him skeletons are pretty, while other countries see them as scary.

"Te llamo Hermano," Costa Rica smiled.

Meanwhile

"Sweet!" Sicilly shouted looking at the room. "I could get used to this."

"Your mood changes a lot…" Czech noticed. Sicily ignored her and instead scoped out the room.

"I could hang a big map of Sicily right there! How grande would that look?"

"Right you do that," Czech yawned. "I'll just take a little nap now…"

But before she could do that the door to her room was flung open. "Milenna!" Hungary laughed happily.

"Elizabeta?" Czech raised an eyebrow as her older sister barged in. Would she never finish her nap?

"Oh! Look at you on your first day! I'm so proud!" Hungary started snapping pictures.

"Oi!" Sicily shouted. "Out of the room Hungary, we're trying to decorate here!"

"Nice to see you too Sicily," Hungary pouted.

Austria appeared at the door. "Elizabeta!" he said grumpily. "Stop barging into people's rooms!"

"Look! Austria's its little Milenna! She's finally going to the academy! Isn't that great?"

"Yeah, I heard about that from Poland," Austria sighed. "Nice to see you Czech,"

"Mm…" Czech replied sleepily.

"I said get out!" Sicily yelled louder.

"Fine, Fine," Hungary pouted, taking the time to take one last picture. "Alright lets go Austria."

She was half way out the door before she shouted, "Oh! By the way, you two should come join the Female Power Club," Hungary smiled. "Girl nations only, no smelly boys allowed."

Austria mumbled something about "stubborn women," and dragged Hungary out of the room.

"See you two later."

"Jeez," Sicily sighed. "I thought they'd never go. Now back to my flag," she turned to look at her roommate who was fast asleep.

"I didn't think jet lag would be that bad from the Czech Republic to Rome," she pondered out loud.

Then she smiled evilly and pulled out a black felt marker, "You should never sleep with a Sicilian in the room."

She drew a black mustache on Milenna's face. "That's for not acknowledging me as a country!" she smirked.

Meanwhile

"So…Guyana," Lebanon said, trying to start a conversation. "This room is cool right?"

Guyana stared at Lebanon. "…Yeah?"

"Yeah…" Lebanon laughed.

"This is so awkward." The two thought simultaneously.

"So..." Lebanon tried again, "What do you like?"

"Darkness...and Pain..." said Guyana.

It got very quiet.

"Maybe I shouldn't have said that..." Guyana thought to himself.

Meanwhile

"The room is so pretty!" Maldives gushed. "I'm going to start decorating right now," she pulled out a bunch of shells and dried sea items and began placing them on the window sill.

Nigeria raised and eyebrow. "I'm guessing you like the ocean?"

"Yes!" Maldives exclaimed. "It's the most beautiful thing in the world! Don't you agree?"

"Uh..." Nigeria wasn't quite sure what to think of her new roommate. She definitely had a lot in the way of...peppiness...but she was also very...very...

Suddenly Maldives tripped over a floorboard and went flailing face first into the floor.

Nigeria suddenly jumped out of her thoughts! "A-are you okay?"

"What just happened?" Maldives said airily, pulling herself off the floor. There was a red mark where she'd smacked her forehead.

"You don't have any brain damage do you?" Nigeria asked tentatively.

"Don't be silly," Maldives laughed. "You're like Mr. England, he used to ask me that all the time back when I was little."

Nigeria frowned.

"You look sad!" Maldives exclaimed. "You need a hug?"

"No!" Nigeria shouted rather harshly. She'd already been glomped twelve times since she'd left the ballroom with the arabic nation.

That didn't seem to put off Maldives at all though because before Nigeria understood what was happening she was being crushed in a very tight hug.

"How am I going to survive a year of this?" she wondered.

"You know!" Maldives exclaimed, letting go of Nigeria. "I think your the best friend I've ever had! You're even nicer than Mr. England! You don't shout at me, and tell me to clean my room."

"You've only known me for fifteen minutes." Nigeria murmured.

"I don't have that many friends." Maldives said. "I'm very excited to go out and learn about the rest of the world! Then I'll have a whole bunch of friends."

Nigeria blinked. "You came here to make friends?"

"Of course," said Maldives. "Didn't you?"

Nigeria frowned again. She had come here to become stronger, to learn the secrets of how to become a great nation, so maybe one day she could create a better world for the people of her nation and the people of all nations. She thought it was a great deal more important than simply making friends.

"Uh oh!" Maldives smiled. "You look sad again, Do you need another-."

"No!" Nigeria said sternly, holding her hand up in Maldives face. "No more hugs for the rest of the day. Do you remember what I said about personal space?"

Maldives seemed to think about it for a moment, "Oh yes! I remember," she smiled. Then she saluted military fashion. "Yes Ma'am no more hugs for today."

"At ease." Nigeria sighed. Maldives continued to stand there for a second.

"That means you can put your hand down-"

"Right! I knew that!"

Meanwhile

Montserrat stared at Belarus.

Belarus stared back.

It was the single most terrifying moment of Montserrat's five hundred years.

"Uh...hullo," she smiled timidly. "D-do you know where my brother England is? There's been a terrible mistake, I need to go back home to-"

"ARE YOU TALKING?" Belarus shouted!

Montserrat made a strangled screaming noise, and backed into a corner.

"What did I just tell you?" Belarus asked dangerously.

"Rule one of Belarus's room is that there isn't any talking." Monserrat squeaked.

"YOU JUST TALKED!" Belarus screamed. She raised a metal baseball over her head intimidatingly. "This is your last warning puny island."

Montserrat whimpered and sank farther into the floor.

"Hey," Tasmania said, stopping to turn back and look at Luxembourg. "Do you ever get that whacky feeling that you've forgotten something you probably shouldn't have forgotten."

"Why? Did you forget something?" Luxembourg asked.

Tasmania was quiet for a minute before she smiled and said, "Who me? No way! Like I'd ever forget anything important."

To Be Continued Maybe...

Translations:

Papel de Picado= Minced Paper (Spanish)

Jianzhi=Cut Paper (Chinese)

Mis Pequeñ as Colonias= My little colonies (Spanish)

Le Odio= I hate you (Spanish)

Hermana/Hermano=Brother/Sister (Spanish)

Ni Hao= Hello (Chinese)

Señor Idiota = Mr. Idiot/Spain (Spanish)

El Dia de Los Muertos= The Day of the Dead (Spanish)

Grande= Great (Italian)