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Eternity (also know as Timeless): Having no Beginning and no end in time; seeming to last forever

"You wouldn't believe what I had to do just to get this." I told America-cat while I entered the tent. He had been playing with some baseball that had been lying around on the floor, but stopped when he saw what I cradled in my hands.

"MEOW!" America-cat sprang up onto the bed and it almost appeared like his eyes held sparkles (looks freaky on this America too!) as he looked at the piece of salmon I was carrying in a tin bowl.

"We can share since I'm not too hungry." I told him, giggling from how antsy America-cat was acting. It was sort of ridiculous how he hopped around me in circles, while shouting with joyous meows, and then stood on his hind legs, with his paws lifted towards the sky, like standing such a way would help him reach his desired meal faster.

"Be patient, Ameri-bro." I told him while I took a seat on my cot and cut the salmon in half with my fork. I then made sure to cut one of the halves into smaller pieces so America-cat could eat them without trouble.

"Catch." I threw two pieces of fish in America-cat's direction, causing him to lean back further on his hind legs to reach them. Though off balance, somehow he succeeded in catching both in his mouth and swallowing them whole. However, he nearly threw himself off the side of the bed in the process, and he barely managed to fall on his back at the very edge of the cot.

It's good thing they made salmon for dinner today. I was worried America-cat would have trouble finding food since he was on an island and I wasn't sure he knew how to catch fish in an ocean like a wild animal. I was uncertain how right I was about him though, since I knew little about his fishing skills, but I wanted to be on the safe side.

Not bad for war time rations. I was sure that the only reason we had any meat available was because some of the soldiers had gone fishing in their spare time.

That or this crazy world was feeling bad for me.

"Meeooww." America-cat whined. Having rolled over to his feet and now lightly tugging on the hem of my shirt with his teeth, his eyes were zeroed in on the rest of the fish pieces.

I bet a fish burger would make him think this was a cat paradise. I scooped up the rest of the pieces off my plate and gave it to him in one hand, while I continued to eat my share by setting the bowl on my lap and using my other fork-filled hand to pick at the fish.

I'm already full... I ate the last bite of my fish half, and swallowed it a little roughly.

I finished half a salmon and I'm full. I felt a touch of worry at the thought, but assured myself that the matter would be resolved soon.

I'll ask Britain tonight, no later. I shrugged off the worry, but thoughts of my main reason for going on the island lingered. It had taken me two months to accept what I noticed was happening to me, a month more to gather evidence, and all of last month to consider talking to someone about it.

"Mmeowrr." America-cat made a satisfied noise once he gobbled up the last of the meal, and then he stretched out beside me.

"You're adowable, you know?" I patted America-cat on the head, giving in to the kawaii. Thus the cat rolled around onto his back, and rocked side to side, with his tail swinging back and forth as if to say, "You know it and so do I!"

Maybe I shouldn't feed his ego so much. Placing the empty bowl to the side, I decided to show him some more love by giving him a belly rub for a few moments.

I've never had a pet cat before, but now I'm considering it. America-cat was in some sort of fur ball heaven if the dreamy, content look he had while I rubbed him was evidence of anything.

But what else should I do to finish up the day? It was late afternoon and the army men had alright set up some lanterns outside in preparation for the coming night, but I felt antsy myself for some reason.

With a sudden urge to move, I announced, "We should go for a walk before America gets back." Thus I hopped off the bed and America-cat was quick to roll off my cot and join me outside.

It smells so fresh out here. Something I had noticed about life on the island was that everything felt so clean. The air was fresh with a fine aroma of sea salt and natural vegetation, and the scenery was a photographer's dream land.

I wish I could pull out my phone and snap some pics. I inhaled deeply to take in the freshness of the air as I reached the outskirts of the camp grounds, which meant I barely entered the forest area. America-cat was already ahead of me, and seemed to be enjoying himself as he playfully pounced on random vegetation and sniffed the ground in seemingly random places.

I wish I could practice my training here. It felt odd whenever I missed a day of training, since I had been doing it every morning and sometimes at night for the past four months, and that's not including how often I had been practicing since I was little. Also, I missed the feeling that came when I trained, that sense of weightlessness and adrenaline was dearly longed for by myself, even though it had only been two days.

A necessary sacrifice, I guess. Don't need to traumatize the army men any more than my pants wearing has already.

"May, I'm back!" America shouted, breaking the tranquil silence of the night. I discreetly looked around to see that America-cat had disappeared, most likely hiding already, as America approached me.

"You're back early. Did something happen?" I asked, though I had a good idea of what might of happened during the "battle".

"What? Naw, dude, it was awesome!" America continued walking back towards our tent and I followed. "I heroically led the Allies against the evil Axis, and we totally sent them packing!" America proclaimed, striking a hero pose once again.

"So you guys defeated the Axis?" I asked suspiciously since I already knew the answer, while he pushed open the tent flap and we strode in.

"Not exactly, but we almost did! If they hadn't brought out their evil weapon of doom then we would of had them!" America sounded confident in his words while he took a seat. Yet I had to stifle my laughter at his description of "Grandpa Rome", as Italy called him, but I didn't want to ruin his moment.

"Nice to hear that you're enjoying yourself." I replied.

"I know, it's so cool! It's way better than just sitting around and talking about stuff!" America was in high spirits as he sat on his cot and continued to talk to me.

"Talking about it is one thing, actually doing something is another." I replied neutrally. I never believed physical fighting was the answer to anything, but I could understand America's yearning for action. I had been longing to run around the island and train, and I knew how much better it felt to just move over talking things out sometimes.

"Just talking is lame! Action is where the real fun is at!" America seemed high off adrenaline, and I wondered if he would be able to fall asleep soon.

Maybe I can tune him out and rest my eyes. It was unlikely considering that I was a light sleeper, but I hoped for the best while I removed what covered up my hair and kicked off my boots.

"Tomorrow we'll be back and not even that stupid weapon will stop me, the hero, from defeating the Axis-"

I didn't want to seem rude by falling asleep in the middle of his story, but I was oddly tired tonight.

"It's going to be amazing! ...they won't be able to... Fight! I can't wait..." America's words faded as I stretched out across my cot. His mouth was moving a mile a minute but his words made no audible sounds to me anymore, and the last thing I viewed in my conscious state was America laying back on his cot in preparation for bed.

ZzzNear... We're here...don't be afrai...

Waves of blue wrapped around me as a blanket would a slumbering child.

ZzzwantZZZZzzzYou... Come with us...

Hands of ocean blue reached for me; tugged at me.

Waves grew stronger.

Blue was brighter.

I was almost under.

ZzzJust...a litttle morezzzZZ

TimeZZZzzz

NO! I sat up with a jolt, rejecting the feeling of hands on my shoulders and the impression of being lifted away.

It wants me. Whatever it is wants to take me under. My head was a mess as the feelings, images, and thoughts abandoned me, and I was still left feeling sick and lost.

I can't do this! I need to tell someone, anyone! I could barely see in the pitch darkness of the room, but I could make out America's tall form draped on top of his cot. He was laying on his back and breathing lightly, and his strong presence calmed me minutely.

"Mm." A sound came from beside me and I nearly jumped before I realized it was America-cat who had snuck into my bed sometime earlier. It spoke volumes to me that his entrance hadn't woken me up, and it only furthered my idea that something was very wrong.

I need to speak to someone... Someone... Britain! I recalled my idea to speak to Britain, as it was main purpose for coming to this island. Now with a solid goal in mind, I frantically rose up and started to tie on my boots. I didn't bother to tuck my hair back under the cap, since I wasn't thinking all that straight and I doubted anyone would be seeing me in the middle of the night.

I must find Britain.

I wasn't being very quiet as I rushed to throw my hat back on, strap on some boots, and exit the tent, but America and his cat version never stirred or even shifted from the small racket I made.

But where is his encampment?! I was halted from taking any steps further outside when I started to panic over the idea that I wouldn't be able to find Britain. I almost considered yelling for him, when logic saved me from waking up an entire island.

Wait, France's camp was to the right from this spot, and if I know Britain, he would be as far as he could from France. So he must be somewhere over there. I started jogging to the left and entered the short foliage that was on the outskirts of America's camp. I was a little surprised not a single person was up to guard the camp or question me, but then I remembered that hardly anyone was on the island. This island battle was mainly between personified nations against other nations, not really the literal Allies army versus Axis army. In fact, there was maybe fifty people here in America's camp, and I was sure that his camp was the largest one out of the entire Allies group.

Good. No one will question me at Britain's camp. I was running through the forest, trampling bushes and flowers that had the misfortune of being in my way, but I could care less. While the fear had left me and the anxiety had lessen, I was still under the impression it was dire that I tell someone about what I noticed was happening to me. It wasn't the dreams I wanted to speak about, though that was what forced me into action, but the evidence I had gathered for a much larger problem.

Please be it! Please be Britain's camp! I saw the shadows of large tents up ahead and I was silently begging for it to be Britain's place.

Yes! I saw the pale moonlight shine on the tall flag pole with Britain's flag hanging off it. Slowing down to a jog and eventually a fast walk, I hesitated once I reached it.

Where is he? I scanned the tents lining the small area in a circle, and I set my gaze on the largest one of them all. The tent stood above all other structures in the area, except for the trees, and it even had a light glow coming from inside it.

He's still up? Perfect. I was hoping that I wouldn't have to wake Britain up, as I found that idea unsavory, but I still would have done it if it was necessary.

"Britain?" I questioned softly, as I approached the small tent. I wasn't sure what time it was and I didn't want to raise any alarm, so I kept my voice at whisper level.

No way to knock. Since it was a tent, I knew there was no polite way to interrupt Britain in whatever he was doing, so I quietly opened the tent flap.

"Hey, Britain!" I whisper yelled insistently and took a few steps in. Luckily Britain truly was there, with his back turned to me, while he muttered to himself and stared down at some papers on the desk in front of him.

I don't want to intrude, but we need to talk. I had waited four months to deal with this issue, and I hadn't ran through the forest in the middle of the night just to lose my nerve now.

"Britain!" I whisper shouted louder, and I quickly jumped back when Britain shot up from looking at his papers and his head swiveled in my direction.

"What?! May, what are you doing here? When did you get here?" Britain sounded nervous, as I saw his hand try to discretely slide a map over the papers he was looking at.

What was he- Not important right now. I brushed off the curiosity.

"I-I um, need to talk to you about something." I started off a little bashfully and felt somewhat foolish for allowing my nerves to crumble.

"You came here to speak to me? At twelve in the morning?" Britain sounded skeptical as he appraised me with narrowed eyes.

"It's important." I tried to get the nervous tension to leave my voice and was glad to hear I was successful.

"Surely it can wait until later. I'm busy right now, so I need you to-" Britain brushed aside my words and started to turn back around, but I stopped him by placing a unyielding hand on his shoulder.

"I need you're help, Britain." My tone was firm, like a wire pulled taunt, and Britain grew still. He heard the seriousness of my tone and I released his shoulder once he turned around.

"What are you talking about?" Britain questioned sharply, but there was no venom in his voice. In fact, I thought I heard some concern.

"Stay strong, May." I heard the familiar voice of my mother comfort me.

"May, are you alright?" Britain was definitely concerned, as he guided me over to his cot and we both took a seat on it.

"I'm not sure." I told him honestly, and stared at him with worry expressed in my eyes.

"This is going to sound crazy and a little strange, but I need you to hear me out." I began, and paused to think of my next words.

"Go on, luv." Britain encouraged me when the silence stretched on.

Here it goes. I sucked in a sharp breath of air.

"I haven't aged for the past four months." I told Britain with hard to maintain calm. Thus silence reigned as his eyes grew wide, and his mouth opened as if to form words before he clamped it shut. Clearly he hadn't been expecting words anywhere close to what I admitted.

"I didn't notice at first, since I am pretty much past the whole getting taller and gaining an adult body stage of my life, and didn't think much about how my body is still supposed to change somewhat, but then I started to see things." I felt myself calm more as I recalled the cold hard facts I had gathered.

"I haven't had to cut my nails for the past four months," I held up nails for Britain to examine. "And yet they are still this size." Britain grasped my hand as he observed my still short nails, which I had just cut the night before I ended up in Hetalia.

"Also, my hair hasn't grown any longer, and my hair has always grown back fast after I trimmed it. If you can remember when you first met me, my blonde hair went down to my mid back. Look." I turned around to give him a full look at my back, and from his gasp of surprise, I knew he found the even ends of my blonde hair to be the exact same length it was four months ago.

"T-that is..." Britain seemed unable to formulate a response to the evidence.

"It's not just physically, but I noticed some internal signs as well. For example, I haven't had an appetite since I've been in this world." My voice was steady, as I relieved myself of the burden this information had become.

"I'm actually a pretty big eater, despite my size, and I've never been one to pass up a meal. Yet, I haven't been hungry like I used to since I arrived here." I continued.

"Maybe it is stress causing you to feel that way." Britain didn't sound confident at the idea and I shook my head to indicate I didn't agree.

"I thought that for the first month, until I noticed I hadn't lost weight. I don't think America's noticed that I only eat maybe some toast for breakfast, a hamburger for lunch, and hot dog at night, but even those things leave me stuffed. Yet, despite my lack of eating, I haven't lost a single pound." I had checked myself with America's scale at least five times per month before I accepted that I was no bigger or smaller than when I left the airport.

"Height, I understand since I'm not growing anymore, but this weight thing isn't normal." My tone was heavy as I pushed on through the evidence.

"I also have had trouble sleeping... I'm rarely ever tired, just like I never really feel hungry. I could go days without sleeping and only feel mildly tired." I had tested it by staying awake for three whole days and using my iPhone as my main source of entertainment. I even refrained from eating those three days, hardly leaving my room except to lie to America and assure him I had eaten when he wasn't around, but my stomach didn't growl once and my eyes never drooped down from exhaustion.

"I even noticed that I'm not healing the way I should... Trying not to go in depth, but I had a somewhat serious injury on one of my legs and arms a while before I entered college. The doctor mentioned that I should completely heal within two months from August, which was around the time I started college, yet I have been here for nearly five months and I still have issues with my leg..." I recalled the way my leg collapsed sometimes after my morning training or dance practice, and I could also feel a burning curiosity coming from Britain as I explained, but I decided to move on from that fact.

"Basically, I have tested and examined myself, Britain. The only explanation I could find was that I am not aging. It is as if my body hasn't got a day older since I've been here." I concluded in a whisper, unsure of what else to mention. Thus I was met with a silence that was only disrupted by the typical sounds of the night, but it gave me time to breathe.

"I see... Is that all you noted about your condition?" Britain asked me, his shocked tone making him sound dazed.

"There is one other thing, but I wasn't exactly able to test it like the others." I offered weakly, feeling a light flush come upon my face.

It's not my fault the take home kits haven't been invented yet.

"What is it? What else has been happening to you?" Britain had a determined expression on his face, which I might of found adorable if not for the burning embarrassment of my next words.

"I-I haven't had my monthly visitor since I came here." I spat the words out, squeezing my eyes shut briefly.

This just got awkward. Britain's mouth had clamped shut again as he stared at me for a good second.

"...My menstrual cycle. I-it hasn't came." I wasn't sure if had understood me the first time and I forced myself to choke out the words.

"I know what you meant!" Britain shouted, and I noticed he was blushing a mad red, obviously more embarrassed than myself.

"How-" Britain cut himself off. "Perhaps you are-"

"No, I'm not pregnant to my knowledge." I interjected with slight fury. "First of all, I haven't done what's necessary to get pregnant. Ever." I spat the words out quickly.

"Plus, even though I know it's impossible, I have checked myself for the symptoms. No morning sickness or strange cravings -no cravings at all really-, and does this look like the stomach of a preggers lady?" I semi-shouted, as I lifted part of my brown t-shirt to reveal the toned and muscled stomach I had long before I entered Hetalia.

"I-It doesn't, but... I can check to make sure." Britain sputtered the beginning, until he regained some control.

"G-go ahead." I told him, as I recalled that Britain probably knew a lot more about the physical symptoms of being pregnant than myself.

Britain is known for having all those fancy medical colleges. He should be pretty good at this. I could see Britain's cheeks turn a deeper red, as he avoided my gaze and he went over to a bag in the corner. From there, he pulled out a stethoscope and brought it over to me.

"I'll be quick." Britain mumbled and he cautiously lifted some of my shirt and placed the stethoscope on my stomach.

Oh, that's cold! I tried to ignore the awkwardness of Britain moving the stethoscope to different areas of my stomach by allowing an old song to play in my head.

Ice ice baby! Duh nuhnuh nuh~

"I do not believe you are pregnant." Britain announced, and quickly pulled the stethoscope away.

"As I said, I think it's all part of the same problem I mentioned before." I stated, trying to rush past what just happened.

"Back to the matter at hand, with all you have said, it appears you are not aging properly." Britain began, a thoughtful look gracing his face. "I believe it's not just aging that is your problem, however." Britain concluded, his forehead wrinkling up.

"What? Do you know something?" I asked, curiosity and hope filling me.

"Even with my own lack of aging like the average human, my hair and similar parts still grow. Therefore, it is not like us nations where you are not just aging, but something more." Britain concluded, like he had figured out something noteworthy.

"Do you know what is wrong with me? Did you maybe read about something like this in your books?" I asked eagerly, hoping for any possible answers.

"Yes, actually," I felt hope renew in me. "I was reading about some time spells, and I found one that was used to freeze a person in time." Britain told me with confidence, though I could tell my face was crinkling up with confusion since I wasn't sure what he meant.

"What happens to a person frozen in time?" I asked, in need of clarification.

"It doesn't literally freeze a person from movement, but it freezes their body." Britain spoke like a true expert, which was exactly the confident voice I wanted to hear. "A frozen person will stop changing like a normal person. They won't grow taller, age, or etc. Perhaps they will even no longer require the same amount of sleep or nourishment as they used to." Britain listed the symptoms with growing confidence.

"That sounds like me, except I don't think I've been put under some spell... Unless my travel here had something to do with it." An idea started to form in my head, and Britain turned to me.

"What if that whole rip in time has something to do with it?" I suggested.

"In what manner?" Britain questioned.

"Like what if that rip in time and space affected me when I traveled here... Kind of like with you and America, when Canada found you frozen in time. I'm not entirely sure, but maybe it's as if I'm surrounded by that tear in time and because my body is covered by that tear, my body is not affected by the time outside my world. Maybe that tear around me is keeping me somewhat linked to my world." I felt a strange adrenaline run through me as I spoke faster.

"Maybe that rip is acting like some sort of time cloak and it's causing my body to exist in the same time frame as it was in the airport. It's like my body is stuck, frozen, in a place where time doesn't move and the time outside my body just doesn't matter." I spoke loudly, my excitement causing me to forget to whisper.

"Wouldn't that mean... in your world, time has not moved since you were removed from it?" Britain hesitantly suggested, causing me to fall into a stunned silence.

...My world stopped moving... Cars, wind, airplanes, people, students, and my parents aren't moving... In a sense, it was relieving to believe that however long I was in Hetalia that I could return home not to parents that thought I had been kidnapped months ago, but parents who had no idea anything was ever amiss. On the other side of things, my world had possibly stopped moving forward in time since I left.

Nearly five months without movement.

This was bad.

"I guess you're right." I managed to agree. "I just... I hope that not moving in time isn't harming my world. I can't really imagine how it would, but it sounds pretty serious." I voiced my concern, releasing tension by explaining it to someone I knew would listen.

"...I'm sorry if it is, but there is nothing either you or myself can do if something is happening to your world." Britain spoke solemnly, chipping away at some of my worry.

When did I become so important? I was but one person from about eight billion on my world, and it was both terrifying and odd to realize how much importance my mere presence had on my Earth.

But there is nothing I can do, until I find a way to go home. There is no point in needlessly worrying about the condition of my world when I have no power to change it. Like an injured animal would on the brink of death, I would fight bitterly to help my world if I knew I could, but once I realized there was nothing I could do, I accepted my circumstances like that animal would relax and accept death once it realized there was no way it would survive.

"Regardless, that is as good a theory as any." Britain supplied, and while I knew a lot of what I said flew over his head tonight, I also knew he got the general gist of it.

"I couldn't have figured it out without you." I told him happily, feeling near light headed by the revelation we had just found, but I pushed onward.

"Yes, it is a good thing you came to me about it." Britain added, and I could hear smugness in his voice.

"True, I doubted America could actually help much." I caught on to his double meaning. "He would try, but I don't think it would have helped to talk to him." I joked, imagining how question marks probably would of appeared over America's head as I attempted to explain my theory.

He probably would of just offered me a few chocolate bars and called it a day. It cheered me up to imagine a chibi version of myself accepting the chocolate, getting a pat on the head from chibi America for my effort, and simply looking at him with exasperation.

"It is nice to know we have solved some of the mystery surrounding you." Britain also sounded lighter after we managed to figure out the issue.

"Yes, if only we could figure out the rest." I felt some of the lightness flee my tone, as I wondered what created all these issues in the first place.

Why am I here? The familiar thought reverberated through my head.

"Do not worry yourself, I will look into it the moment I am home." Britain reassured me.

"About that, Britain... I don't think you should keep searching for a way to get me back home." I said with a sigh.

"Sorry, what?! Don't you-"

"Yes, I want to go home to fix things, and I really appreciate you trying to get me home, but I don't think you can. Call it a gut feeling, but I'm sure that whatever mystery surrounding me must be solved by myself, not you." I spoke sternly, but softly.

"Are you sure about that?" Britain asked, disbelief lacing his words.

"Just as sure about everything else we talked about tonight... My gut feelings are to be trusted, and they're telling me that I'm the only one that can figure out what brought me here and how to get back." I rose up from the bed, filled with certainty that I was making the right choice. Britain thus examined my face to make sure I didn't have a trace of doubt before he released a sigh, and joined me in standing.

"If that is your wish, I will stop looking." Britain agreed.

"Thank you. I knew I could count on you." I gave a small nod in his direction before I started to exit the tent.

"May?" Britain's voice caused me turn my head.

"Why did you come to me in the first place?" I wasn't sure why Britain asked me that, but I could tell it wasn't rhetorical. Truthfully, I knew he was the only one who had any knowledge on what could have brought me here, America and France wouldn't have understood, I didn't know China well enough for me to talk to him, and Russia... that idea just spoke for itself. I knew I could tell Britain all of this logical reasoning, but I decided to go with the simplest answer.

"Why not? I trust you." I told him, and figuring that was all he needed of me, I started to walk away. It had taken a while since our somewhat confrontational meeting, but I had come to trust Britain as I did America.

I trust him, and I can only hope that one day he can trust me. It was long walk back, but with my worries out in the open, I felt almost like I could skip back without a care in the world.

I ran as fast as I could, feeling my heart pump blood through my body and my long hair tickle my back as it flowed behind me. America-cat was right beside me as he seemed to be having a ball just running around, possibly even racing against me in his head.

I was currently in the middle of the forest, in between America's camp and the other Allies' campgrounds. I had been fortunate enough to find an area that had no trees and made a perfect clearing for me to run around and feel free to just get my heart racing.

A couple more hours of this and maybe I can prove my theory. I slowed to a jog and America-cat followed my lead.

How about some moves. I carefully bent over into a shaky handstand.

"Want a ride?" I asked America-cat with a smile. Almost immediately he took a large running leap and landed on top of my feet that were slightly hanging down.

"Hold on." I started walking on my hands in a small circle while making a few random turns so I wouldn't have to leave the clearing.

"How's it feel to be on top of the world?" I asked America-cat, who was grasping on to my shoe bottom so he could catch a ride.

"Meow! Meooooww!" I wasn't a hundred percent sure, but I figured he meant something like, "I'm on top of the world, baby!"

Evvverybody! Everybody! Everybody wants to be a cat! The random Disney song popped into my head, and I had to stop myself from laughing since I knew it would cause my body to shake and maybe lead to America-cat slipping off.

It must be all the endorphin this exercise is sending to my brain. That's why I feel so good! I had been exercising since early this morning, which was about an hour ago when America had left. Apparently him and the other Allies had planned to perform some surveillance on the Axis trio this morning, in hopes of finding the source of the strange "weapon" used against them last night. They had no idea it was Grandpa Rome and I wasn't about to ruin my vow of silence and tell them the truth. Besides, it was kind of fun watching them run around without a clue to what was really happening.

"Rides over!" I announced, and America-cat hopped off my shoe and landed perfectly on the sandy ground below.

"What now?" I asked myself, once I was situated back on my feet. Then light bulb came over my head when I saw that America-cat had preceded to roll around on his back once he got off me.

"Great idea! Tumbles are always fun!" I felt like a little kid when I laid on the ground, curled up, and started to roll forward. I went in a straight line at first, but then I purposely started to curve so I could move around in circles without vegetation to disrupt me.

I hope I'm not a mess after all this. The only bathing anyone could do was in the ocean and since I was the only girl around, I was logically reluctant to take baths. I mainly just dipped my legs and arms in, while splashing water on my face and other areas. I tried to avoid my hair though, since I had left my flat iron at home and I didn't want my hair to possibly lose it's straightness.

I'm getting tired. I had stopped tumbling and decided to just lay on the ground and stare up at the sky. I mainly looked at the clouds, and avoided staring at the sun for obvious reasons.

"It feels like I'm on vacation." After four months of mainly staying indoors, it actually felt great to be outside. I felt so free and powerful, and I started to wonder if maybe I should start attending more of the Allies meetings, if only to get outside the house more.

"Meow?" America-cat's face blocked my sight of the sky when he walked over and looked down at me.

"You hungry for some breakfast? ...I am too." I stated with a victorious smile.

I knew I was right! That's why I get hungry. After clearing up my no aging issue, I found that there was still a hole in my theory. If my body was frozen in time and unaffected by the time outside my body, why did I still get hungry and tired eventually?

Simple, my body still had to respond to outside influences. Every time I walked or just breathed, my body was still using energy, and food was used to replenish that energy. Also, sleep was required for my brain to get some rest, and since I still used my brain every day, I would end up requiring some amount of sleep.

I'm certain now, my body is still affected by what I do with it. If I didn't move or stay awake, I probably wouldn't require food or sleep for weeks, but since I still moved around and used my brain, I had to get hungry and tired eventually. My body responded to outside influences at a slower rate than it should, since it was frozen in time, but I was still human with human needs.

I'm actually kind of like the countries. I wasn't any more durable than before, but I wasn't aging and I could survive longer without nourishment, so I did sort of biologically resemble my nation friends.

One mystery solved and another... bizillion... to go? I didn't want to the think about the other mysteries surrounding me, because today, I just wanted to be happy over solving one.

"Let's go get some grub. If we're lucky, there might be some tuna left over for you." I told America-cat who happily meowed at the prospect of fish for breakfast.

Goodness his obsession with fish is like America and hamburgers. His appetite is almost the same too... Where does all that food go? I vaguely wondered if maybe both Americas secretly had a black hole in their stomach or some pocket dimension to store all that food.

Then again, maybe they just have a fast metabolism.

I stopped walking when America-cat froze and his ears started to twitch.

America-cat stopping before getting food? Yup, something done gone wrong with the world... I really hope we're not about to be bombed or something.

"MEOW!" America-cat shouted as he pounced into what looked like a random patch of tall grass. I quickly lost sight of him in the greenery, and only the shifting of the grass let me know he was still moving in there.

"Americat? Oh, hello?!" My words left me as the grass kept shaking until out rolled a cat.

"...Britain-cat?" I asked, taking in the orange and white color of the cat's fur. The familiar earthy green eyes, curled ears, and strange black lines resembling thick eyebrows above said eyes were a dead give away. The only thing missing from his appearance was the collar I knew he wore.

I think that he starts wearing that in the future of this world, like when Britain takes him into his house.

"Ma-o." Britain-cat meowed in a long suffering manner.

"Meow!" America-cat sprang out of the bushes and bumped into Britain-cat. This caused the cat to nearly tumble over since America-cat was larger than him. Thus, Britain-cat righted himself and started to screech in America-cat's direction before turning his back to him and holding his nose in the air.

Shots fired! Geez, I've never seen a cat dis another cat so harshly... But he's still cute.

"So, this is you're friend, huh? He's a cutie." I said while bending down to give Britain-cat a small hug. In my embrace, Britain-cat squirmed until he jumped out of my arms and stared at me.

"What? Are you embarrassed? You really shouldn't because that only makes me want to hug you more!" I gave him a quick pat on the head before he could run away. Then Britain cat made a sniff sound before turning his back to me and walking away with his tail waving in the air.

Tsundere cat is Tsundere. I watched America-cat follow Britain-cat and playful pounce on him a couple of times. He even stepped in front of Britain-cat's path and seemed to enjoy blocking off the Brit's exit way. Yet it was obvious that Britain-cat wasn't in the mood (is he ever?) and he managed to feint to the left then run around America-cat on the right and make a mad dash towards what I believed was Britain's encampment.

"Meoooow!" America-cat shouted after him, but he remained sitting at my side.

"Why he's a bit stiff, wouldn't you say, mate?" I mimicked an Australian accent and America-cat stared up at me with wonder.

"What? Would you prefer if I totally talked like this, dude?" I exaggerated my natural American accent to the point of sounding like a stereotypical surfer buff.

"Or maybe you prefer the good ol' country? I reckon, down south wit all the doggies is what ya'll like." I switched to a country hick voice, and America-cat continued to stare at me with what I dare say looked like a smile minus the teeth.

"Let's go grab a bite to eat, ya know. Maybe some pizza like true Yorkers!" I sounded ridiculous even to myself with a Brooklyn accent, and I started to laugh as we approached the familiar encampment.

I got a feeling today's going to be a good day.

"Meow!" America-cat protested.

"Come on, it's not that bad." I shouted back, standing a few feet in the ocean. The water pressed against my ankles as a wave came in.

"Seriously, you could do with a shower. With all the rolling in the dirt and jungle adventures you have." I tried to be persuasive, playfully splashing some water in America-cat's direction. He was sitting by the shore, near the edge of the forest and vegetation, and he was a few feet from the wave's reach.

I know America takes like five minute showers and I know plenty of cats don't like water, or fear it, but come on!

"Fine, suit yourself! Guess I'm keeping all that tuna to myself for tonight's dinner." I mentioned, wading deeper into the ocean. I looked at America-cat from the corner of my eye and noticed he hadn't budged.

"I'm not giving you any tummy rubs tonight either." I added, rolling up my pants until they looked like shorts before I dipped my arms in the water.

"Meeeoow!" America-cat cried out, standing up and staring at me with what almost looked like a frown.

"All's fair in love and war, so don't complain." I replied, splashing water on my face and closing my eyes so I wouldn't get salt water in them.

"You know, I even heard a nice soak in water could help somebody lose weight way faster than dieting," I gave America-cat a once over before finishing, "You're looking fluffier than usual." I finished off with a wide grin on my face.

"Meow!" America-cat shouted and I saw him jump up and edge closer to the shoreline. I could tell he was both offended and little concerned, as he suddenly looked at his paws and seemed to examine his water reflection in a self conscious manner.

"It's fine if you don't want to though, I'm sure when I find Britain-cat, he'll gladly share fish with me. Then I'll give him a nice rub and-"

SPLASH! America-cat had dove into the ocean, and went under for a second. Within a beat though, he bobbed back up and started swimming towards me.

"Meow-meow!" America-cat shouted and I gave him a little smile. I'm sure in his cat language he said something like, "You happy now? I still get a tummy rub, right?"

If there's one constant in this world, it's an America's ego. I doubted either America could stand for being out done by another country in anything.

Including belly rubs and being fed, apparently.

America-cat quickly started to paddle away after I gave him a soft pat on the head.

"Yes, you get a rub and food. I might even play baseball with you." I replied, as he got to shore and immediately shook himself off in an attempt to remove the water weighing him down. He actually looked thinner with all the water patting down his fluffy fur.

I knew he wasn't fat. His fur and height just make him look big.

"Meow?" America-cat looked at me curiously because I remained in the water.

"I'll join you back at the tent. I'm not done yet." I replied, and America-cat turned around and started to rush into the forest.

Now to deal with the issue at hand. I had washed all I could of my body, without revealing too much of it. I didn't touch my hair since I didn't want it to loose it's straightness or color, and I longed to get a more thorough washing, but I couldn't for a very specific reason.

"You guys need something?!" I shouted up to the left. There was a small, sandy hill over there that had about four different pairs of eyes poking out from its side.

I expected it, but it still surprises me... Every since yesterday, I noticed I had an audience when I went to clean up at the beach, which is why I didn't take off my hat or take off my tank top or pants. I figured it was the Frenchmen who spread the word about the "beautiful dame" they had spotted a while ago. Though it also wouldn't shock me if some American soldiers had helped spread that rumor too, most likely finding out where I bathed, since I had caught a couple glancing at me with more than curiosity and I knew they probably hadn't seen a woman in a while too.

"N-no thanks, ma'am." One of the bolder American soldiers replied nervously. I noticed that there was also a French and British soldier among the three American ones.

At least they all look pretty young, it would way creepy if they were like forty something... Hmmm, blondie over there don't look to bad- Stop! Get in line, girl!

"Great. Then I guess you and your two friends would love to go back to camp now." I concluded with fake cheer and a strained smile. Without hesitance, all five men nodded and quickly backpedaled. The Brit almost tripped over the Frenchman in his hurry to retreat though, and I swore I saw angry sparks come between them as they glared at one another.

Yup, it seems all encampments are filled with stereotypes that resemble their nations.

"I told you it was a bad idea to spy on his sister!" I heard one U.S soldier whisper-shout at the other American soldiers while they hastily ran to the American encampment. Though he got in between the British guy and Frenchman as he ran, which snapped them out of their glaring match and they too fled when they noticed I was still watching them with an "Are you kidding me?" face.

I wonder what they meant by sister. I walked out of the water, too wary to remove any more clothing, and I started to use a towel I brought to rub sand from my blonde hair. I also wiped off my legs and arms before sticking my feet back into my boots.

I'll get a real bath in a few days anyway. I doubted we would be on the island for much longer than two days or so.

Time to head back. I gazed at the sun setting over the sea for a moment, before I pulled myself away and headed on to the familiar greenery.

It didn't take long for me to arrive back and my nose was soon assaulted by the smell of cooked fish and some sort of vegetable.

I'm a little eager for those. I tried my best to ignore the stares ranging from innocent curiosity to possible lust from my fellow Americans while I walked up and retrieved some food along with coconut milk from the misfit kitchen area they had set up.

They sure are using this island's resources. I noted, taking the plate and cup over to my tent as I had done every night.

"You here?" I asked, not seeing the expected fur ball of energy.

"Meow! Meow!" America-cat shot out like a rocket from under America's cot and jumped eagerly onto my cot.

"Here you go." I placed half of my shredded tuna on a smaller plate I had grabbed earlier and placed it next to America-cat. With vigor, he started eating it the second it was close to him with strange yellow stars appearing in his eyes.

That will never stop being plain wrong. I thought, a little disturbed.

Good thing I worked up an appetite. I was about to dig into my food, while noticing America-cat had already gobbled his up, when the tent flap flew open.

"America?!" I questioned, taken back by his sudden appearance. I subtly glanced around for America-cat, but he had already disappeared.

Ninja cat much? If he's this good, I can only imagine how fast Japan-cat could pull a ninja disappearance.

"Yeah, I'm back! It would have took longer, but stupid Britain ruined my moment!" America complained as he walked inside.

"How did he manage to do that?" I asked despite knowing the answer.

"He pulled out this Buster's chair and distracted us, and the Axis managed to slip away when weren't looking! It's not fair, dude!" America continued to rant with a pout.

So that's what Britain was hiding yesterday. His plans to trick America into that Busby's chair. I recalled how frantic Britain had been to hide what looked like battle plans before I talked to him.

"Plans don't always go according to plan." I stated, ready to dive into my food.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" America shouted, staring at the plate of food in my hand.

"I was about to eat." I answered.

"In here?! Why don't you eat with the other dudes outside?!" America seemed almost horrified that I choose to eat alone in my tent.

I guess I never thought of it. I never really imagined myself eating among the others at the camp, in fact, I might of subconsciously been avoiding them.

I don't want to influence the future too much. What if talking to them affects the war? I doubted my mere presence could do much damage, but I didn't want to risk it and...

It reminds of my time in the navy. I had no desire to admit it, but all those men in uniforms made me feel like I was back in the navy and I disliked the feeling of familiarity it brought.

"Come on, dude! We're eating outside!" America determined while grabbing my arm and dragging me up and out of the tent.

"Okay! You don't have to push me out, geez!" I shouted as America pulled me over to one of the tables.

"I'll get some food and then we'll eat together!" America said determinedly as he left me at the table.

"Not like I have a choice." I said with amusement while sitting down, and setting down my bowl of food. I turned back to my meal, but then I got a strange prickling sensation that told me I wasn't alone. Looking up, I felt my eyes widen a little as I stared across the table and was met with the shocked faces of the soldiers from earlier.

Awkward dinner, anyone? I had the urge to nervously chuckle as the American soldiers scrambled to scoot as far as they could from me.

"Um?"

"I'm back!" America announced as he sat beside me with enough food on his plate to feed three grown men.

"Urk!" I heard one of the soldiers make a choking sound as he stared at both me and America with wide blue eyes. Another soldier, with dirty blonde hair seemed to turn white as a ghost when he saw America sit besides me.

"See, May!" This is way better than eating in that tent!" America cheered, oblivious to the discomfort of those around him.

"Um, yeah. It's great." I mumbled, still staring at the quivering soldiers.

Jeez, they're acting like I'm going asking America to send them into the front lines just because they tried to sneak a look at me. I was mildly amused that they believed I had so much power over them.

"You going to eat that, Steven?" America addressed the hazel eyed soldier that was closest to us.

"Yes! I mean no, sir! You can have it if you want." Steven replied, his nervousness making him speed talk and stutter.

"Thanks, dude!" America added Steven's food to his own dwindling pile and I tried to ignore the awkwardness by stuffing my face with my own food.

"Oh yeah, you guys haven't met her yet, huh?" America spoke, thankfully swallowing when he pointed at me.

Oh, we met alright. Mhm, we sure did.

"This is May! May, this is Steven, Albert, and Paul!" America pointed at the three men without noticing how they shrunk under his gaze.

"..." None of the men and myself said anything after the introduction and America finally stopped munching on his food to notice something was off.

"What's up?" America questioned, causing the one farthest from us to break into a cold sweat.

"W-we were just wondering why you brought your sister here?" Paul asked to break the tense mood.

Sister?! They think I'm America's sister?! I looked at America to confirm what I was hearing.

"She wanted to travel and I didn't want leave her home alone." America replied happily without a blimp in his speech.

He told them I was his sister? ...I guess I can see why. The only part of my hair I allowed the soldiers to see was the straight blonde part, my eyes did look like America's right now, and my light tan was only a shade above America's skin tone. I too was taller than the average person of my gender, just like America was.

I guess I do kind of look like him.

"Oh, that's cool." Paul muttered weakly.

"It helps that's she is pretty cute and has that stunning tan and is a babe-" Albert blurted before the other two slapped their hands over his mouth.

"Huh?" America questioned, mouth full of food.

"W-we gotta go, sir!" The three men ran away, and I saw Steven hit Paul on the head while muttering, "Are you crazy?! She's his sister, we can't-" I couldn't hear the rest as the young men ran out of sight.

"What did they say? Something about a boot?" America questioned after finishing his meal. He clearly hadn't properly heard the men who were now long gone, only catching a fragment of "cute".

"Yeah, America. Something about a boot not fitting." I chuckled to myself when I caught sight of America's confused face.

Well, if there's one thing I learned. Dinner with the army sure can be interesting. I had actually felt light-hearted as I ate my dinner outside, even with the awkwardness of the situation.

I didn't even think of my time in the navy with America here. Something about America made the memories fade away. I wasn't sure what it was about him, but I was glad he had dragged me outside.

Sometimes it's nice to be around other people. It reminded me of home. America was essentially my home, and whenever he was near, I could feel this sense of being in my comfort zone. Perhaps it was because he was the embodiment of my nation, but he made the distance seem like it was gone, and I could rest easy knowing I wasn't as far from my home as I thought.

"When time is spent, eternity begins." ~Helen Hunt Jackson

Review my lovely people! Some readers out there must have something to say, right?

Either way, I wonder if anyone is putting together the pieces for this mystery around May. I've been subtle, and obviously I don't want you guys to know everything yet, and I won't reveal the full story for quiet a few chapters! Just food for thought, but I would like to hear what people think maybe.

Anyway, next time is when stuff goes down (literately in some cases) and it might get a little crazy for the Axis and Allies!

See ya now!