A New Country

In the middle of the Atlantic Ocea, just off to the west of Azores Islands, a small island was growing. A volcano had erupted over night forming the structure. The other countries took no notice of it as more volcanos started to erupt making the island grow bigger. Now a country the size of France stood alone in the middle of the huge ocean. This was the country of Aifie. The other countries finally took notice, but by then it was too late to gain control over the land. A girl by the name of Cora wouldn't allow anyone to take control over her. Yes, she was the country Aifie, but she just preferred the name Cora for her human name. The other countries were eager for a new allie, but she seemed uninterested in attending the World Meetings; much to the dspleasure of Germany. The story starts on a day of miracles. The day Cora's curiosity gets the better of her.

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"Germany! Aifie responded to the lastest request of her company here! She's on her way here!" Someone shouted bursting through the door interrupting every side conversation going on. Everybody glanced over at the late American. Usually America was one of the first one here. Mostly to bicker with England or to spread his crazy ideas, but for some reason today was different.

"Aifie?!?!? She's coming?!?!?!" Germany sputtered wondering why the new country had a change of heart.

"She's here." The girl said patiently after moving out from behind America. Straight auburn hair cascaded down her back and stormy grey eyes gazed across the room before gaining a look of sudden boredom. "This idiot found me at the airport and begged for three hours. I came only to get him to shut up." She grumbled crossing her arms across her chest as a chilling glare was sent toward the oblivious American.

"Oh.... That explains why the bloody git was late." England muttered gazing over at the younger country. Really, someone was going to have to knock some sense into him. Well, after they introduced themselves to Aifie.

"Well, welcome to the world meeting, chica. I'm sure you know who most of us are-"

"Will you shut up? I honestly don't care who you are. Plus I already know. It's hard not to when hundreds of letters are sent to my home. You would think after the first few times of ignoring you, you would get the hint. Apparently you're bigger idiots than I had thought." She snapped interrupting Spain. Her hands were now on her hips and she had gained everybody's attention. Even Greece and Prussia, who were sleeping soundly before she arrived, had their full attention on her.

"But mon amour...." France trailed off casually approaching Aifie while attempting a seductive face.

"If you even try to touch me, I won't hesitate to go to war with you, France." She said with a sickening calm expression. An equally sick smile appeared making her seem like Russia, but this was different. France could tell she wouldn't hesitate to do it so he scurried back to his seat. "Well, if that's all. I will be taking my leave now." She continued resuming her bored demeanor. With a final hmph, she turned to go, but something held her back.

"Please don't leave! We've been waiting for you to come since you became a country!" America cried clinging to her exposed leg. It really looked as if he would die if she left. Aifi bit her lip trying not to give in, but then actual tears started falling from his blue eye. Putting a hand to her forehead, she sighed and got down so she was eye-level with America.

"Let go." She said quietly watching him as he put his hands in his lap. With another sigh, she reached up and brushed his tears away much to the surprise of the other countries. A blush spread across America's cheeks. "You're a big nation, right? Well, big nations don't cry. You're a hero, remember. Heroes don't cry either. I'll stay, but please don't cry again, okay? I hate to see bigger nations cry." She continued in the same tone. Even the other countries found themselves blushing. It was the first time they had had the company of such a feminine figure. Sure Hungary was a girl, but she acted manlier than the men here. The tough demeanor was now gone and it was replaced with the caring girl the country of Aifie learned to love.

"Aifie-" America started, but she interrupted him like she had everybody else, "Just call me Cora. It's my human name and the name I prefer to go by." The only difference was the tone of her voice; now softer and not geared towards scaring them. The tension from earlier was now lifted as smiles spread like wildfire. America stood, helping her up as well; earning a smile in the process.