Okay, i'm sorry for it being late and short (and it being a little dull). Well, enter the humans! I'm sorry I put in humans, and the girl is a character based on myself, but I PROMISE she has to do with the story. Her friends are based off the friends i had in the original story with the Hunters I created with two of my best friends, I hope you don't mind that i did this, I hoped it would add in some fresh personalities to the story. It makes it more unique? i hope? Anyway, as always, sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes, there's lots of fluff in here, REVIEW, and most important of all, enjoy! ( I tried to lighten the mood a little at the end. Oh, America...)

Chapter 3: Sunrises and a human girl

Britain was collapsed against a wall, his hair matted from the rain. His normally neat clothes were dirty and still damp. It was morning now, he had not moved since he stopped here last night. He had no will to, he didn't want to do anything but bring Sealand back. He was sick with guilt, and he couldn't get up on his feet. A man with wavy blonde hair was passing by, carrying flowers for a date he had in London that day. He spotted the crumpled figure on the ground and whipped out his cell phone, opening it and dialing Germany's number. The Gemany picked up and started yelling at him for calling so early. "Germany, hold a meeting in two hours, it's important. Something happened with Britain." A dull response on the other end was serious and agreed to an emergancy meeting. France shut the phone and bent next to Britain, who muttered a string of curses at the sight of him. Britain was pulled to his feet, body trembling. He let France take him to his own home, surprised that France didn't try anything dirty. He was somehow serious when he took Britain home.

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Meanwhile, Switzerland woke in a soft bed, crisp and clean white sheets covering him. He blinked a few times before snapping up, only to have a sharp pain explode in his side. He remembered last night, the Hunters and Liechtenstein's screaming. Liechtenstein. He said she'll be fine. He pulled himself out of bed, wincing and holding his bandaged side. He stumbled to his closet, grabbing his usual clothes and started to tug them on. A small alert vibrated his cellphone. Switzerland finished dressing and picked it up, looking at the text from Germany. World meeting in one hour, important. Switzerland packed his gun into his pocket and picked up his jacket. This meeting was going to keep him and waste the time he could spend helping Liechtenstein. He left for the meeting early, despite the pain in his side. This was an important meeting.

********One hour later*******

The meeting began with chaos. Britain had claimed Sealand missing, and Switzerland had said Liechtenstein and himself were attacked by those crazy cult members. Countries wondered who was next, and even if they didn't want to admit it, they were scared. Their yelling was silenced by a pounding at the front door to the building. They could hear it even if they were in the second floor and the pounding was on the first. Then it stopped, only for a moment. "HELP ME PLEASE! I BEG YOU! HELP ME!" a screaming accompanied the pounding, a girl's voice clearly. The countries blinked an ran toward the door, down the steps. Romania got there first, and threw open the door in a rush. A small human girl dashed inside, backing into a corner and curling up on the floor. Outside were several people running to the building, all dressed in black. Switzerland shot at them the instant he saw them, then shouted to close the door. Romania nodded and hissed at the Hunters before slamming the door shut. Surrounding the girl were many of the countries, trying to talk to her at once. She was overwhelmed by this, tears dripping down her pale face.

"For God's sake, give her some bloody space!" Britain let his temper show, glaring at the nations to back off. The girl was holding her head, long honey colored curls under her hands. She was young, fourteen at most. She was wearing a light blue dress, tight sleeves growing wide at her elbows, where they ended. The length of the dress reached her knees, and it grew wide at her waist. The collar was cut in a low, sideways C, with a navy ribbon lining it. "Miss, where are you from?" The girl looked up at him, confused at first then relaxing.

"America..." Her eyes were hazel, gold surrounding her pupil, and watery green around that.

Feliciano smiled happily and pulled her to her feet, being his friendly self. "What was a cute American doing here, ve~? Why are you scared?" He thought the best way to talk to this girl was to make friends. Maybe she knew more about the scary people and can help find the two missing nations!

"I escaped them...They came and wanted to take me away like they took my friends... We aren't normal, you see... So they didn't want us living with the normal people... They took my friends, and I ran away. They were going to take me and this building had lights on and I felt good people inside an-"

"Vat did you zay? Velt people?" Romania blinked like the other countries, and inturrupted the girl's story.

"Well..." The girl blinked and nodded, looking nervous, "Yes...That's why they're after me...I can feel people by their energy...like auras, and they're given off in waves..."

"So you're like, a superhero?" America eyes were wide with excitement as he said this.