Rain Forest, Palwan Island, The Philippines – Mid-July 1945

Nieve awoke to eery silence, alone. She could smell smoke and fire, gun powder mixed with gasoline too. Where was she? She sat up, her head throbbing. She took in her surroundings. Forest, she was in a thick forest. A raging forest fire was not too far away from her. Her clothes were torn and singed. She stood up, she would get caught in the inferno. Her head was pounding; actually, her whole body was in intense pain. Nieve gingerly touched her temple where the main pain was.

"Shit! Fuck! That hurts, dammit. Shit." she pulled back her hand as if that would stop the pain; it didn't. Nieve couldn't help but ache for a mirror. She stumbled away, going deeper into the wet forest but farther from the fire. The wetness must stalled the fire. No, there had been rain, Nieve just noticed that she was soaked. She stumbled through the still land for what seemed like forever but was really only an hour. She stopped to rest on a large rock, licking her chapped lips. She wondered how long she had been out here, her throat burned. She needed water and food. Nieve looked around, she was disorientated, unsure of what plant was edible and water tree would bring fresh water when cut. She shut her eyes slowly, it hurt to walk, to breath. If she could maybe just hold her breath for a little while, it would stop the pain. She was about to take one last shallow breath when she saw lights, heard shouts. She knit together her eyebrows. She was confused, were they people? Who? Better question, who was she? She couldn't think, couldn't speak. But she found her mouth open, words flying out. Everything from help to a confused what. There were shouts back and she could see hazy figures running to her, but she was so confused. What was going on?

Al and Fern darted through the forest where the plane went down, where the fire was. There had been no word from her in two days, no sign. They ran with a few of their best scouts along with the pilots who claim to have seen her jump. The whole search party shouted her name, Fernando calling out her long full name. It had the last names of other countries who had once had control over her along with the biggest Native Mexican tribe names. Calling it a mouthful would be like calling Italy useless.

Planes searched the area from above, along with trying to put out the fire. Al and Fern refused to believe that she had died, but Fern could feel that something was wrong. Suddenly a female shout came through. Al heard her first, but it was Fern who saw her, drawn to her like a magnet. Both countries charged to where she was laying on a large rocked. I grabbed her shoulders and lifter her up.

She was in bad shape. Her clothes were torn and burned, the ends of her braid were singed and falling out of the ribbon. She had obviously not eaten or drank in the two days she had been out here. The thing that startled America and North Mexico was the blank and confused stare she gave the two, as if she didn't know who we were.

Hospital Angeles, Tijuana, Mexico – Last August, 1945

When Nieve awoke again, She was in a hospital gown, in a hospital bed, in a hospital. She groaned and sat up. Around her bed sat Al, Fern, Arthur, and France. She screwed up her face in confusion. Who were they again? All of the eyes watched her as she studied the faces, trying to recognize them.

Suddenly a wave of pain and nausea hit her as memories came back at her, full force. She gasped loudly.

"Shit. I'm gonna, I'm gonna throw up!" she cried, leaning over the side of the bed, throwing up into the bucket that France held out. He whispered French into her ear. The guy could have been talking about how could he was in bed and Nieve wouldn't have none, she was in too much pain to recognize the French words.

"Fuck, what happened? Where am I? Get off me, Francis. Why the hell are you here but not Spain? Fucking bastard," said the Southern country. She looked around angrily. "And Domito? Where's Dom?!"

"Relax, Nieve. Dom is still at the hospital and Spain just stepped out for a moment. He should be in, in a moment." Fern scowled back at his sister but slowly grinned and hugged Nieve. "Oh! I've missed you! Are you okay? I was so worried! It felt so weird when you were in the coma!"

Nieve was startled, "Wait. What? A coma? How long have I been out?" The door opened then and Spain walked in, a smile on his face.

"Ah! ¡Princesa! Welcome back to Earth! It's been almost six weeks. We've been worried," Spain sat down next to Francis. Nieve studied the people in the room.

"Please tell me you all haven't been waiting for me for six weeks? Shouldn't you all be fighting? Jesus, you guys!" Nieve shouted, worried about the safety of the world. The countries looked at each other and laughed.

"It's all over, ¡Princesa! We won! Well, the Allies did. I was neutral. Italy surrendered first. Mis Italias. Then at about the same time, Germany surrendered with the suicide of his boss. He seemed happy to be free of the Nazi. Japan. Surrendered last. We still got kinks to work out, but it'll all be sorted out," Spain said, biting into a tomato. Nieve grinned.

"Good, good. I'm going back to sleep. Wake me up when it's all sorted out. When it's a happy ending."

She shut her eyes then, drifting back into a deep coma, surrounded by her friends and family. She dreamed of happy endings and fairy tales. A change from the nightmare of the war the world participated in. World War Two.

AN: And that is why no one remembers Mexico when listing the Allies of WW2. ): So sad. So, it's over now. Lemme know what you think!