Hey guys, I need help with a name for an OC. She'll appear in the story and since not a lot of people really know about me right now, I'm just going to ask for whoever wants to respond to respond in the comments. Thanks all :D. Still don't own Hetalia.

January 2X 201Y:

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" A girl says running down her starts to get to the door. "What did you forge-" She starts to say, thinking that the person behind the door was her mother. She stares at the idiot who didn't realize that he didn't have enough money from last summer.

"Yo dudette~!" The male incarnate of Bubbles says. He looked closer at the girl. "Did I wake you?"

The girl looks down at her flannel Capri pajama pants and the giant New Jersey Devils t-shirt that she's wearing.

"Yeah… Good bye." The girl goes to close the door. When suddenly the man grabs her arm. She turns around. Blinks once. Looks at his hand on her arm. Blinks twice. She then hits his arm with the side of her forearm, kicks him outside of his arms distance and then slams the door.

America's POV:

I hear the driver and body guards run towards me. 'Damn Congress… I don't need body guards and I don't need a driver. I have my own car. And I can defend myself… When I need to…' One of the body guards and the driver helps me up off my butt. The other one… IS TRYING TO KICK IN HER DOOR!

"Hey.." He ignores me.

"Hey" He still ignores me.

"HEY!" He turns around. I wave him over to me. When he walks over within range, I knock him over the head. When he gets back up, I grab him and bring him eye level (America's Note: He's about 2 inches shorter than me).

"I'm trying to repay her. Not kill her. Not arrest her. NOT. GET. HER. IN. TROUBLE." I say letting my anger out on him. I told them that before we got here. (America's Note: YES, I KNEW THAT SHE MIGHT HAVE RESPONDED LIKE THAT. I DO BACKGROUND CHECKS.) (A/N: Do you mean the NSA?) (America: No.) I told them not to scare her. I told them not to panic. I told them that something like this might happen and just to pick me up after words. The hero can handle himself. 'I'm never letting England or France learn about this. Better not tell Canada either. I don't want that mentioned in another speech.'

After that, we go into the car. The two bodyguards are dropped off at their houses. 'No need for them to drive that far away. Their families need them.' The driver drops me off at the pick-up point, once he sees that I'm in the new car, he leaves. What he doesn't know is that this isn't the new car.

"What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing. Y-" The person in front says.

"Shh!" I put a finger to their lips to hush him.

"What are you planning?" He says.

"You know what I'm planning," I say with my "devilish smirk" (As England calls it).

"God, why!?" He slouches into his seat.

"I already told you why. That was your condition, remember?" I say climbing into the front seat.