Hello again!

CelebiShine, I apologize. No headcanons are being taken at this moment. However, guys, I have only two left after this one—you will be able to give me your headcanons soon!

I still don't own Hetalia. Quite unfortunately.

Frenchfrieswithtoast, of course OCs are fine:

(Greenland is the younger sister of America and Canada and is very sweet and naive, but scary when angered) Hungary, Belgium and Greenland make up the Short Temper Trio and all are anti-France. They beat him up whenever they see him, unless he is being serious for once.

America spun around to talk with Switzerland, and immediately noticed that Lichtenstein wasn't with him.

He was about to say something when he noticed that Lichtenstein was talking to another girl who looked to be around the same age. "Oh," he thought, "of course Switzerland wouldn't worry if Green is there."

Greenland might look cute and innocent, with a pale green flower-patterned dress and matching hairclip in her long white-blonde hair, but she's fiercely protective of both herself and Lichtenstein, especially when France is around. America blames Hungary. Canada does too, so I guess it was Hungary's fault.

Speaking of Hungary…

France was currently being cussed out in Hungarian, German, Dutch, and French. Belgium had borrowed a frying pan from Hungary, so now France was running away from TWO crazy female countries wielding frying pans.

And make that three, as Greenland stood up with her own frying pan and efficiently smacked France into unconsciousness.

"Thank you, Greenland!" Hungary and Belgium chimed, before skipping away.

Lichtenstein had watched the whole thing with much amusement, but now went back to peacefully talking with her friend.

Canada watched silently. He was impressed with his little sister. It had been a bit surprising at first, to see how skilled she was at defending herself.

FLASHBACK

"It's just more snow," America sighed.

"But I think there's a country here!"

"And how do you know?"

"I'm near it…"

"Hmm."

America silently got out some food to eat. He wasn't paying much attention to anything but the food. Canada joined him in eating, silently despairing that perhaps he was wrong.

"HEY!"

America and Canada's heads both snapped up. There was a girl standing in front of them, dressed in a fluffy outfit that was white except for the pale green jacket. She swept her loose, stringy hair back behind her hood with one hand, brandishing a stick with the other.

"You're not suppose ta be here!"

"Here's your country, Canada," America commented, looking away. He was suddenly hit in the side of the head with a very sharp stick. "Ow!"

"Told ja, it's not your country! You're not suppose ta be here!"

"I know, I'm sorry," Canada interrupted, bending down to the little girl's height. "We didn't know if there were people here."

"Uh-uh, you were sure. HE wasn't." She jerked her chin at America.

"I wanted to make sure. If there's a country here, we can be friends."

The girl stared at him. "Wha's your name? Where you from?"

"I'm Canada, from, well, Canada. That way." He pointed back the way he had come.

"I'm America, from America, south of Canada."

"I'm Greenland. From here."

"Nice to meet you, Greenland!" Canada greeted excitedly. "Hey, how about you come back with us? You can meet all the other countries."

"Yeah right!" Greenland frowned, throwing another stick. "How do I know you not going to just take resources?"

"Because-" Canada started.

"Because we've got resources of our own, and people to use them."

Canada stared at America.

"Hey, listen, that's a dead honest answer and I'm pretty sure that's what she wants. Not some 'I'm totally trustworthy!' thing."

"Hey. Other countries."

"Yeah, Greenland?"

"I've decided that I'll come with you. And call me Karina, because Greenland is harder to say."

"Hey other countries!" Karina chirped. 'other countries' was practically an affectionate nickname by now. "I put the dress on!"

She skidded down the stairs, stopping in front of America and Canada. She had on a pale green, lightweight dress under a thin snow jacket trimmed in white. Her boots matched the jacket. Her hair lay matted down her back, dripping wet.

Canada immediately swept up the hairdryer and dried her hair, pinning it in a bun.

"You look lovely," America stated. Karina shrugged. "Can we go to the meeting now?"

"Hello!" Hungary chirped, being right next to the door as the adoptive siblings walked in. "Oh, who is this?"

"I am Greenland," Greenland replied.

"Hello Greenland. How are you?"

"Fine, thank you Miss Hungary! Your dress looks nice!"

"Karina, I don't know where you are supposed to sit," America started, "but-"

"Oh, it's all right," Hungary laughed, taking the girl's arm, "I'll find her a spot. I'm sure we'll get along great."

The end.

So, Greenland. This entire thing was to describe her, I guess. I hope I did well.

I spent a longer time on this one, both because I have no time and I feel like I was slacking on your headcanons. I'm trying to make my writing more thoughtful.

All right, frenchfrieswithtoast, I hope you liked it!

~EverythingMath