"China! I choose you!" China comes out of nowhere, and attacks me, but I dodge him before he can make a move. I execute a dragon sweep, tripping the Asian in his path. This is how you train with the Allies. That being said, I mean the Allied Powers of World War II (excluding Russia). Every once in a while the group will get back together and train. Iggy invited me along this time, because I needed to get Francis in on my plan, but Alfred decided to spice things up a little. That's America for you.

China quickly recovers from his stumble and roundhouse hicks me from behind, making me fall to the padded mat in the training center. The Kung Fu master has kicked my butt again.

"China, retreat! England! I choose you!" the American screams. I stand up.

"Dude, this isn't a Pokémon match." I say as England charges me. I evade the attack and palm him in just the right spot, making the Brit fall to the ground.

"France! I choose-"

"Shut up you bloody git..." Arthur grumbles as Francis approaches me with a look of bad intent on his face.

"I'll be your ally if you can beat me." the golden-haired Frenchman taunts, flipping his golden hair. That will be easy. I know where his weak spot is.

France makes contact with the floor, clutching his vital regions. He's officially my ally. Arthur comes and gives me a high five and kicks France while he's down. "Hello old chap. Isn't it grand that we're allies again?" Arthur asks. Francis just groans. All of a sudden, Jakob jumps out of nowhere.

"Guess who is officially a general in your army?" the tall, somewhat lanky Austrian exclaims.

"No! I forbid it! You'll die out there! You're an Austrian for God's sake!" I start to flip out on him.

"And you're a racist." Jakob smirks. Alfred laughs at this because he's the biggest racist I know. "I got permission from your mother, father, and Arthur to fight, so you can do nothing to stop me!"

"B-but I don't want you to leave me." I say with a tiny voice I didn't even know I had until now. Jakob walks up to me and strokes my cheek.

"I'll be fine. Trust me Gwen. Now let's get back to training." he says in a smooth Austrian accent.

Six months later...

"Why do you still not trust me to fight for you? We won the siege on Prague, and all we have to do is fight one little battle at Bratislava and you get to be a nation! We can do this together!" Jakob argues. I don't want him to fight. He's only a human and will die very easily (plus he's Austrian). "Why don't you want me to do this? I want to risk my life for you-"

"That's the problem, Jakob. I care about you too much for you to risk your life for me."

"Gwen, I'm a human. When you become a nation, you won't age, but I'll grow old in a matter of years. We won't be able to be together when this is done." It's true. I've already been around since 1884 and I age very slowly. By the look of it right now, it appears that I'm fifteen, not 128. I pull him into a passionate kiss, and he pulls away after a few seconds. "Goodbye Gwendolyn. If I am to die today, it will be for fighting for the girl I love." He leaves me for what may be the last time.

"I love you too." I say in that tiny voice, but he's too far away to hear me.

"JAKOB!" I shriek in terror. There he is, dead and on the ground, shot by a Slovak in the heart. He died for me. He really loved me. He knew it was best to die than for him to be alive and not be able to be with me. Arthur kneels beside me as I stare at the dead Jakob, but without shedding a single tear. I should be rejoicing right now. The casualty rate is very low and the Slovaks surrendered when I said that I would let them return to their normal life if they gave in.

"I'm sorry about Jakob, Gwendolyn. I didn't know this would happen. Are you okay?" Arthur asks in a concerned tone.

"It was for the best, Iggy. Time will heal." I reply, the Brit a little confused at my answer.

"If you say so- We need to call a meeting so you can become an official nation as soon as possible! The London Olympics are coming, and I want your nationship to become official before then!" Arthur drags me away, Jakob becoming just another fallen soldier in the rubble.

My head pounds as I hear a large group of nations arguing about what my new name should be. Since I'm a nation now, I'm changing my name to one in the Czech tongue. The conversation between the nations went a little something like this:

"Her name should be Vladimíra, Da? She could rule the world if she becomes one with me."

"Onhonhon! We don't want her to sound like an evil dictator no matter how much I dislike her. I say she should be named Jolana. It rolls off the tongue in a melodic way."

"You blithering idiot! You don't even know a thing about names! The meaning of the name has to match the person! Jolana translates to 'Golden violet', so it doesn't match, frog."

"Well then, Angleterre, what do you suggest?"

"I'm not bloody participating in this. She will always be my Gwendolyn, and it's poppycock that it has to be changed."

"What about Nadezda? She brought us hope in World War II, Aru?"

"Ve~ she should be named Pěkný, because she's soooooo pretty"

"Mien Gott Italy, you're such a flirt"

"Kesesesese, you're just jealous he likes my daughter better than you, West!"

"What about, like, Blanka, because, she's like so white. Like seriously, she needs a tan if she's gonna be bordering me."

At this rate, nobody was going to agree on a name. I sit down in a chair near the end of the table and watch the chaos continue. Just then, a tall man in a plain white mask comes up next to me and starts to speak. "I don't know about you, but I think your name should be Dalibora Vandalin. It suits you much better." That name, it's exactly what I was looking for.

"That's perfect." I say, a smile on my face.

"Always a pleasure. The name's Sadiq, if you didn't know. Feel free to sit by me if the world meetings if Poland starts to piss you off." with that, he walks away.

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" screams an extremely annoyed Ludwig, making the room go silent. "Let the girl chose her own name. You dummkopfs just want another thing to argue about and it's really annoying! Gwendolyn, end this already!"

"Dalibora Vandalin." I stand up, glancing towards a smiling Sadiq. The array of countries look happy with this name (other than Arthur, of course, who is still pouting in the corner because I'm getting my name changed).

"Very well then. You're a nation now, Dalibora. Welcome to the Union."

After the meeting, I walk up to Sadiq. "I never asked you. What does my name mean?" I ask curiously.

"I knew you would ask that sooner or later. Dalibora means 'distant battle' and Vandalin means 'wanderer.' I wasn't sure why, but I thought it fit you." Sadiq blushes profusely. He starts to leave.

"Hey, maybe we can meet up sometime." I say.

"That would be great."

Sorry this took Forever. I've been working on a Hunger Games/Hetalia crossover and stressing over the Civil War story I love so dearly. (Please! I need ideas!) Anyway, please favorite and rate. Oh, also check out my fb page too! Dalibora Vandalin (Czechoslovakia Hetalia)