The small girl awoke from her hiding, and stretched. Pale skin, contrasting short black hair, and a bright red strip of hair from the middle of the crown of her head, including widows peak, that ran longer than the other strands of hair, long down to her waist.
She ran a hand through her hair, her beaming red eyes twinkling. She stepped outside her door, red and black cloak flowing, black outside and red within, and found her brother.
"Oliver, what are you doing here? Did you bring me a cupcake, big brother?~" she cooed the last part, irritation drowning her voice. She was loud, not like 1p America, but more like 2p Canada.
"Oh, yes, and I see you've awoken. Australia won't be happy~"
"What do I care for him? He just comes here and takes my rightful land!" She spat, clenching her fists and narrowing her eyes.
Oliver chuckled, and gave her the cupcake. "Let's visit your 1p, shall we?~" She downed the cupcake, her breakfast since forever, and flared up at him with a smirk.
"What did you do when you first met Arthur?"
"I tricked him, drugged him, and he beat the cupcakes outta me. This time, though, I will make sure you do not fail."
She smiled. "You'd better. Now, where's that hockey bastard? I would like pancakes, too. I'm starved!" Oliver chuckled, holding out a jar.
"Swear jar." He said. She rolled her eyes, and, since she didn't have a quarter, she set a shard of ice inside, freezing the few quarters with it.
Along with America, who was tapping his foot with his baseball bat over his shoulder, they climbed into the jet and took off to Canada's, for pancakes that England may or may not poison.
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The Southern Continent
FanfictionAntarctica comes out of hiding, to find her land claimed by some "older siblings". One of them, England, takes her in and teaches her how to be a country, but first she must meet her 2p, along with a whole handful of others.
