the much awaited second chapter... this took me a lot longer than i thought it would especially since i have the whole story mapped out in my head... getting it in word is another story all in itself.

So, I named this chapter at the last minute... and a pun shortly fallowed in my brain. Here it goes (military music starts playing).

Germany: "let's get down to business, to defeat, the Huns! did they send me daughters, when i asked for sons?..."

Other countries: chores

Italy: "this guy's got me scared to death."

Kayman: 'hope he doesn't see right through me.'

um... it's a work in-progress joke. hopefully the next chapter won't take as long to write... that and i also did put this on the back burner for a while... other stories (and homework) just needed my attention more. sorry for the long wait, but bare with me here... i promise the wait is worth it.

anyway, this chapter dives into Kayman's past a little via flashbacks. it's kinda formatted like Once Upon A Time on ABC (love that show). i also changed Kayman's ethnicity to make more sense as well. before she had mixed blood, but now she is a full native American with a lighter skin-tone. I'll eventually rewrite "Origins of Germany" because i was not completely happy with the finished product. and going back and fixing things here and there is way more work than just rewriting the whole thing. it's just easier on me. if anything gets confusing, don't hesitate to let me know.

ok, I've been rambling on for a while now... i should let y'all get to the story. for updates on my stories and why they're taking so long... fallow me on twitter inudigifan201. I also tweet funny, cute, and etc. pictures i find online.

anyway... Enjoy! inudigifan201~

Ch, 2. Getting down to business

Bang! Another bull's-eye. Miss Smith lowered her weapon and admired her aim. Her target was a paper cut out of a person. The bullet went right into the head.

She had been visiting Switzerland for about a month now; honing her skills.

She then placed the hand gun back onto the table next to her and picked up a bow and a quiver full of arrows. She swiftly hung the quiver on her back, grabbed an arrow, pulled back the line, aimed and fired. Another bull's-eye.

Switzerland walked up behind her making as much noise with his feet as he could. "You're aim is excellent Miss Smith." He paused as she looked back at him. "The handgun and the bow seem to be your strongest suits. When you got here you seemed to know this already. So, I ask, why are you here?"

She shrugged. "When I got here, I was a bit rusty when it comes to weaponry." She gave him a warm smile. "There is someone I want to avenge. A dear friend was taken from me too soon, and now I don't feel complete without her." She kinda lied.

Switzerland nodded. "I see. Then I'll leave you to your target practice."

"Thank you." She turned around and shot again. This time the arrow went right through the heart area.

Nothing but forest for miles. The many different birds sang their songs. And a tween-age Kayman sat in a tree with a bow and a quiver full of arrows. She was dressed in deer hide. The hide was shaped into a dress. It was one shouldered and the skirt went just passed her knees. Her long brown curly hair was pulled back into a simple pony-tail.

She had her eyes closed as she listened to the wind blow, the birds chirp, the leaves rustle, and the deer step on twigs. She opened her eyes and looked out at the large animal that made the sound. It was a buck. She grabbed an arrow from her quiver quietly, pulled back the line, and fallowed him with the arrowhead. She held her breath and let go of the line. The buck fell. She jumped down from her perch and ran to the animal.

"Thank you." She pulled the arrow out and snapped his neck to end his suffering as a tear ran down her face.

She took a deep breath and looked around. She giggled a bit. "Now the hard part, getting you home."

"Little Crocodile!" A man's voice called out.

She looked up and saw her eldest brother. "What's the matter small bird?"

"The chief wants to speak with you." He looked over the deer on the ground. "Did you bring that animal down all by yourself?"

She gave him a confident smile and nodded. "Mind carrying him home for me?"

He gave her a warm smile back. "We're going to get fat this winter if you keep hunting like this." He joked as he picked the animal up.

"Thank you. I guess I'll see the chief now." She ran off. "See you at home!" She called out.

Miss Smith checked her handgun to see if it needed cleaning or more ammo. She shrugged and placed it in the holster on her hip. She then examined all of her arrows. She placed each one in her quiver. She then flung a bag over her shoulder and pulled her bow over her body.

Switzerland leaned on the arch of the doorway. "I take it you're leaving."

She looked over at him. "Thank you for letting me practice here, but I have much to do before I can avenge my friend."

"Good luck." He nodded.

"Thank you." She smiled. "My journey to vengeance is a long one. I hope along the way, I meet kind people like you."

"That's always nice." He nodded.

She was soon on the road to what seemed like wherever her feet took her.

An adult Kayman in a grey pencil suit sat in a chair in an imposing office. The man on the other side of the desk was Germany's boss, Mr. Hitler.

He thumbed through a few papers on his desk and then looked up at her. With a crooked smile he licked his lips. "I bet you're wondering why you're here today."

She gave him a board look. "I assume that you wanted to talk to me about something."

He picked up a folder and slapped it down in front of her. She picked it up and thumbed through it.

She chuckled a little and put the folder back on the desk. "And your point?" She shrugged.

He lifted an eyebrow. "First off; not only are you an American, but an Indian."

"Cherokee." She corrected. "And the political correct term is Native American." She sighed. "You know I'm a special norm. And, if you really want to get technical, I'm older than America." She chuckled again. "By several hundred years."

"Very well." He flipped a page. "You are also a political dissident…"

"Those poor Jews did nothing to deserve all this." She looked him in the eye.

He flipped another page. "Ah." He looked back up at her with a crooked smile. "You were born with a mental sickness."

She crossed her arms and scowled. "I'm still a human being. And I don't hear you complaining about that Einstein guy."

He sat back in his chair and put his hand to his chin. "By all accounts, you are an undesirable."

She gave him a confident smirk. "Just try and throw me into one of your camps. Germany won't allow it. And the people will rebel against you." She paused, continued to smile and sat back in her chair. "Germany and his people love me." She crossed her legs. "As they say in chess: Check Mate!"

He began to scowl. "We shall see who will be checking the mate. Because I always get what I v'want!"

She sat up, leaned over the desk and continued to smirk. "So do I."

A small fire cracked in the moonlight. Shots could be heard in the distance. Miss Smith pulled a small book and a pencil from her bag and began to write:

October 6th 1939

I've always hated war. The messy politics, the death… I've been "dead" for almost two months now…

She heard a rustle in the bushes near her. She put down her book and pencil and picked up her bow, an arrow and drew back on the line.

A skinny man with curly brown hair popped out. He began to panic when he saw the arrow pointed at him.

"Please don't a kill me! I'm a virgin! Please don't kill a the virgin!"

She giggled to herself a little. "What kind of soldier are you?" She lowered her bow.

"I'm a peace and a pasta loving Italian!" He smiled.

She raised an eyebrow for a minute and then nodded.

"And a you ma'am? What are a you a doing all the a way out a here alone?" He sat down on the other side of the fire and asked.

She smiled out him. "I'm a wanderer… I'm wandering."

He tilted his head. "Alone?"

She giggled a little. "It's the way I've always been."

He smiled at her. "You seem a very familiar to a me. Have a we met before?"

She shook her head. "I get that a lot. But, I don't believe we have. What's your name?"

He light up. "My name is a Feliciano, but most people call a me Italy. What's a your name?"

"Elizabeth." She mused. "Elizabeth Smith. But most people call me Lizze. I'm a special norm."

A very Chibi Kayman in hand-me-down boys clothing walked down a dirt road. She seem depressed and angry.

'I hate my sister.' She thought to herself. 'I'm never going back home.' She sighed and looked up at her very sort hair. "She's such a bully."

"Who's a bully?" A some-what deeper voice came from behind her. She looked back and saw a boy. He was blonde, but he wore a hat that hid most of his hair. He also was dressed in black for some-odd reason. And his eyes were a crystal blue.

She gave him a sweet smile and a small bow. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to bother anyone."

He gave her a friendly smile. "Oh you're not a bother. I'm a Holy Rome. What's a your name?"

She chuckled a little. "Well, where I come from they call me Little Crocodile, but you can call me Kayman. It means the same thing just spelled differently." She looked him over one more time. "Hey, you're a nation aren't you?"

He smiled proudly. "I am. And you must be a special norm."

She nodded. "Yep."