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Chapter 3

"Hey, guys, you haven't found anything peculiar recently, have you?" England asked his magical friends shortly after returning home from the meeting. He had been in the small group of nations hit by a winter storm, and after seeing an egg which hatched for a little blizzard creature, he was slightly worried about if such a thing was at his house. Thinking about this, he had decided to ask Flying mint bunny and the others, feeling that their closeness to other magical beings could help him know for sure.

"No, we haven't found anything," Flying mint bunny answered.

"Have you felt anything odd recently? Especially by where that storm hit?" England asked again.

Flying mint bunny seemed to think about this, only to then ask, "Hey, where's Tinkerbell gone to?"

"Probably to that spot England just asked about. She's hardly left the place," the unicorn answered.

"Really? Then I would guess she found the thing you were asking about England," Flying mint bunny answered happily. England smiled back at her, only to then quickly leave to the area he was told Tinkerbell was at.

If it was true that she found an egg, then he was going to have a very unhappy fairy to deal with. This was because he had already swore that if it was another blizzard causing thing he would dispose of it for the sake of his people. After all, if that last one, Pyry, was so strong as a hatchling who could tell how strong they could be once older?

After some time of travel, he finally reached the forest where the storm hit the hardest. He smiled slightly when he saw Tinkerbell fluttering around the trees happily with her fellow kin, only to have the fairy fly over and ask what he was doing there.

"I heard from the others that you found something," England answered.

Tinkerbell nodded in agreement and flew over to the trees with England at her heels. There she showed England an area where there was no snow, but fresh growth appearing. In the area was an indent which served as a nest with a small, mossy-green egg sitting in the center. As he approached, he noticed the egg move slightly and an earthy smell fill the air.

"You found an egg," England answered, trying to think how he wanted to deal with this. It was obvious that the egg was close to hatching, but it seemed so different from the one that Finland had. Maybe the creature would be different.

Tinkerbell nodded to the others comment and busied herself by fluttering near the egg and hugging it. She then looked up to England and said, "It's going to be our new friend, I can feel it. I was going to bring it home earlier to show you but it was too big for me."

"Yes, I suppose it would be," England replied as he saw how the egg was almost half as tall as the fairy. He then continued, "So then, you've been taking care of it?"

Tinkerbell nodded again, only to then look down at the egg when it moved more, followed by a crack. England knew that now would be the best time to end whatever menace would come from the egg, but surely Tinkerbell would not have cared for something that would be evil. He could not help himself from kneeling into the mud and watching as a stem appeared from the egg followed by the head of a flower. Soon the head opened, to reveal a little girl with large, pointed, ears, mud-brown hair and forest-green eyes.

The girl looked up to Tinkerbell and England, only to then smile and hop off the flower. As she landed onto the ground fresh blades of grass began to appear. From the ground she continued to look up to the other and held her hands up as if requesting to be picked up. Subconsciously, England indulged the request and picked up the now muddy creature; placing her onto his palm.

"She likes you!" Tinkerbell cheered as she circled the other two. The other girl smiled at Tinkerbell, only to then giggle as England tried to wipe some of the mud off her. As he did this he thought that she acted like a small child. And the ability to grow grass was completely different from the other ones ability to make snow. He only wished that he knew what these two things meant.

At last he decided that the small girl could not be of any grave danger like he feared and that the best place to discover what these children were was with the help of his books. With this in mind, he carefully placed her onto his shoulder and carried her back to his house.

As he returned home, another thought came to him. If an egg was at his house too, then that meant that there was most likely one at the other six storm sites too. He knew that the other nations hit by the storms were also considering stopping the eggs from hatching; but if they were all as different as the one from his house, then maybe there was no need to stop them from hatching. With this in mind he quickly called the others hit by similar storms to tell them his thoughts.

"So you found an egg at your house but didn't get rid of it?" America asked for clarification. After all, at the meeting England had seemed the most willing to dispose of the eggs.

"I know, I know. But she's so different from what we saw. She's just like a little, curious girl. Why, I think Tinkerbell's curiosity has rubbed off on the poor creature," England persisted.

"See, I told you guys that they were good. In fact, I've had no problems with Pyry since leaving the meeting," Finland proclaimed.

"It actually does not surprise me that they would be good. After all, who ever heard of an evil child?" Japan commented.

"And if they all have different abilities that just makes it cooler," Hong Kong asked wondering the same thing as all the other nations who were hit by a blizzard. Finally New Zealand asked the question which the others were considering, "I wonder what kind of creature mine will have?"

"There's most likely a pattern to this, but I'm afraid right now is still too early to figure out," England concluded.

"As long as it's something other than snow I'll be alright with it," Seychelles admitted, finally getting over her cold.

"I wish we knew more about this…are you sure you don't know what they are?" Canada asked England.

"Still trying to figure that out, but I do have some ideas," England admitted, but once again he would have liked to wait before telling the others until he narrowed the list of possibilities down.

"Are you going to name it like Finland did?" Liechtenstein asked, earning a scowl from her brother.

England thought about the question as he watched the child play in a potted plant. He playing in the soil seemed to only make the plant grow finer than he had ever seen it, causing him to say, "I think, I will call her Flora."

2 eggs done, six to go

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