Hi there! This is a plot bunny that I just had to write, but it won't interfere with my other story. I had this on my mind for quite a while, and I hope I did it alright. Just a heads up: this fic will get dark later on, with some twists too, it's a big mystery like the title says! Now, on with the show!

The United States of America, also know as the amazing Alfred F. Jones, was slowly walking on the creaking wooden floorboards on a long, long pier towards a nice small lighthouse. His usually clear sky-blue eyes were a little unfocused as if he was in deep thought and covered by messy blonde hair. It was getting pretty dark; the sun was setting, and the sky was a red and orange hue and the air was as just humid as you'd expect in an island.

He nonchalantly glanced behind his shoulder, he got a brief flash of a memory where he was kneeling on the beach with his hands clasped together while the small body of a suffocated girl lied before him, and he shook his head.

America sighed as put his hands in the pockets his good ol' bomber jacket, and continued walking through the pier, refusing to let recent events dampen his mood further. That's why he came to a quiet and peaceful part of his country, somewhere where no one could ever guess someone like him would go, somewhere where he could be at peace and get his usual spark back. That's why he came to Roanoke Island.

He liked Roanoke Island, it was nice and cool, while one might say that the place was small and boring he thinks of it as one of his favorite places to visit. His home away from home, well one of his homes away from home. Especially for getaways from… well, just about everything.

But it wasn't just the peacefulness he liked, it was a spot where he and the two most important people in his life liked to get together for an awesome time. Lately they've all been spending more and more time together, not that he minded he would never turn down a chance to see them, and the two of them are doing everything they can to cheer him up. They always know just how to put a grin on his face again.

Those two… he smiled fondly. Just how would he have survived and not go cuckoo for cocoa puffs like Russia if they weren't there for him? He couldn't. There's no way in fucking hell he would have done it without them, they're the Robin to his Batman. Because just like Batman needed Robin, he needed them, and they gladly put up with him for years, they believed in him. They always did.

They've always been at his side, they've been helping him more ways than one and more times than he can count, they've been helping him since day one. And no other nation has a clue that they exist. You think Canada wasn't noticed? The two of them are proud they've been sneaking around for centuries with no second glances directed at them.

What did he do to deserve people like them? To care about him all these years and never abandon him despite the ugly shit he did back in the day.

Speak of the Devil, Alfred felt relief and happiness when he spotted a familiar looking guy leaning over the rails outside of the simple Marshes lighthouse, his face was distant and deep in thought as he looked at the horizon as the sun started to set. The guy's cool that way. He always looked like he had something big on his mind, America once asked him what's he thinking, and all he got was smile and a cryptic sentence.

Again, he's cool that way. In fact, in America's opinion he was the coolest guy ever. The greatest superhero ever to exist, tough and kind, putting others before himself, the guy has it all even though he doesn't want to think of himself that way.

The guy hasn't changed a bit since America last saw him, he still looked pretty darn good. Looking like he's in his late twenties, the man's dark brown hair was still tousled and a little messy, his light complexion and sharp facial features looked the same as ever.

Thin brown eyes softened when the man glanced and saw America approach him. He smiled warmly, and America responded with a tired one and he went over to the rails next to him. There was a moment of friendly silence before America spoke up and they went into a warm conversation.

He always thought of the guy like a father, England wasn't his father, even though America cared about him the brit could never be like a father to him. The guy was awesome. He was smart, kind, clever, awesome. He was infallible in America's eyes.

He was lucky he could have him around, although he hoped one day he'll be able to go back.

America smiled at the man then began to walk away, waving him goodbye and then stopped for a moment to look at the sunset. He then went to exit the lighthouse and went onto the long wooden pier. When he looked up from the floor and to the distance he widened his eyes slightly at who was standing in the isle of the path with a scowl on her face.

Her.

A young girl, looking no older than 10 or 11, stood with her cute eyes directed at him with some indecipherable emotion in them. Her long waist-length pitch-black hair blew beautifully in the wind and the bright light in her stormy grey eyes seemed be missing, but it made her look menacing to anyone else. She was wearing some loose and baggy clothes that made her look smaller than she is.

Judging from this you would think she looked adorable. Well… she is, but…

Don't judge a book by its cover.

She may be a little cutie, but there was something unsettling about her, it's hard to pinpoint how or what but that's how she is. To anyone else they would feel something dark, threatening, unfriendly, mysterious. She's not someone you want to mess with. She's got ways of making you suffer.

But…

To America, this little glaring mysterious looking girl was one of the greatest people in the world to him. She loved to him to death, and America returned the sentiment.

The girl stood unmoving with her eyes stuck on America, looking almost angry, and with her fists clenched. America remained staring at her, blinking, and he felt a little confused why she was just standing there doing nothing. Was she waiting for him to say something? Did she want him to say something?

Well he isn't going to, he knew what's on her mind and he's not going to hear it.

He loves her, but he didn't agree with her.

America put on a serious face and continued walking through the pier, focusing on the island instead of the pissed off little girl, and he went. It was strange silence, almost tense, even though there wasn't any apparent danger. The only things that could be heard were the waves, the gentle breeze, and the creaking floorboards that America stepped on. The girl tensed, and she looked at him with a face full of determination and anger.

As he got closer, her eyes followed him, he could feel her annoyance that he wasn't looking at her. Time slowed down as America arrived next to her and walked on, again not paying her any mind. The girl widened her eyes in shock as he walked right past her, as if she didn't expect that to happen, as if the very action was an unspeakable sin. Then time went back to normal and the girl whirled around to see America walking away. From her.

She was still in a state of shock from that, she blinked a few times before reaching out her hand towards the shrinking form of America, as if he'll somehow turn around to go grab it. But he never did. The girl looked at the sky, then at America again and remained staring at him with intent. Meanwhile, the man saw the entire thing, and he frowned at the girl.

"I know what you're thinking, Gigi, stop it this instant. He came here so we could help him." The man scolded lightly, crossing his arms.

The girl didn't respond for a few seconds, then slowly turned to face the man, glaring at him with venom. "That's exactly what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to stop all this, stop his suffering. If anything, you're not helping him enough."

The man narrowed his eyes in disapproval. "I am helping him, I help him every time he needs it. It pains me to see him like this just as much as it pains you. I am doing everything I can in helping him with his depre-"

"I'm not talking about the depression, old man." The girl cut him off rudely, and she smiled nastily. "Although I do appreciate your efforts in that. I'm talking about helping end the sad state of the nation by getting rid of the roots of the problems. We need to make this country great again, as people are starting to say."

"Gigi, no." The man growled, and the girl nearly flinched at the rare appearance of him raising his voice at her. "That won't make everything alright. Think of the consequences your actions could create, it could deteriorate the situation further."

"I know that." The girl snapped, gritting her teeth. "But it's a start, no?"

"This country has been through much worse times, Gigi, you should know because we were there. You also wanted to do the same thing then, but you didn't, and everything turned out alright in the end. These years will help show the people a lesson, there have been some good things in the past months."

"Keep telling yourself that."

"Gigi…" The man sighed in exasperation, and once again tried to reason with her. "I don't want you to do something you'll later regret."

The girl gave the man a disturbing smile. "Oh, trust me, I won't."

The man raised an eyebrow. "You won't do it, or you won't regret it?"

The only response he received were giggles, and the man covered his face with his arm as the breeze became strong so that he wouldn't get something in his eyes, all the while the girl continued giggling. When the winds became calm again, he lowered his arm, and the girl was gone. The man widened his eyes in surprise before narrowing them in a glare.

He'll have to keep an eye on her. Despite America's beliefs, she has no qualms resorting to extreme measures.

/ / / / / /

Three years later…

It was that time of the month again, it's time for yet ANOTHER World Meeting with absolutely no progress being made. This time it was America's turn to host, however, due to an incident last meeting when Prussia stupidly decided to recruit Hong Kong to help him make an "awesome display to show how awesome the awesome Prussia is" and ended up burning down the entire building by accident.

Needless to say, Prussia pissed off a lot of people.

And so, the meeting will have to be held in America's house, much to the chagrin of several nations who did not want to spend almost an entire day in the star-spangled nation's house. But said nation kept insisting that they'll have a great time.

America was working his butt off to prepare for the meeting, despite popular opinion, he does work hard when it's his turn to host. But having such a massive house, it required a lot of work, so his two pals were there to help him out.

The girl huffed angrily as she dusted the drapes, then coughed a bit and waved her hands as the dust got up in her face, she puffed her cheeks angrily when she heard chuckling and turned around to see the man smiling at her as he set down papers onto the meeting table. "Be careful with the drapes, Gigi, they don't like being treated roughly." The man joked harmlessly.

The girl scowled at him and kicked an imaginary rock, then proceeded to try to wipe the dust off her dress, to little success. "Bleh!"

"Now, now, I was just teasing you a little, Gigi." The man tried to calm her.

"It's still not funny…" The girl muttered, and she nearly teared up as she looked at her dress. "And I really liked this dress, too…"

"You'll be able to put it on again tomorrow when it's washed well."

"Yeah, yeah, alright…"

As the girl went back to what she was doing, the man felt a bit of concern for his little friend's strangely quiet behavior. He set the stack of papers down and went over to the young girl, midly startling her when he rested his hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright, Gigi?"

The girl froze for a second then glanced at the man with a tired expression. "…No. I'm not."

"Is it about the meeting?" The man guessed.

"Are there any other possibilities for my bad mood today?" The girl whispered, almost dejectedly more than angrily.

The man's lips formed into a small smile, and he chuckled a little. "Well, it's the most obvious one, no? You've been so quiet and upset ever since the day started."

"If it's so obvious then why'd you ask?" The girl asked as she played with her messy bangs. "Seems kind of redundant to me."

"It can never hurt to confirm, can't it?"

"Whatever."

"Gigi…"

"Why do they have to come here?!" The girl suddenly demanded, shaking in anger and disgust, and even gagged. "Those… Those… AGH! I can't stand them! It's enough that they've corrupted him but now they have to fill this house…" She gestures frantically all over the room. "This house… this wonderful and beautiful house that the three of us live in peace and happiness… with their miserable selves! Why…. WHY?!"

The man became alarmed at the appearance of the girl's unstable self. "Do not call them that, Ginny, and don't blame them for every terrible thing that has happened in this land. That makes you no better than-"

"Why can't they go somewhere else?! Somewhere far from here!" The girl screamed desperately, and she went to grab fistfuls of her hair and pull them. "Why can't any of Alfred's fools for presidents isolate this land again? Things were fantastic back then!"

"I wouldn't say that it was fant-"

"Oh, don't you dare start." The girl hissed, glaring at him. "Because if I remember correctly, YOU were the one who said it should be that way, or is your brain starting to rot too?!"

"Yes, I did say that, I know that well." The man nodded. "However-"

"The entire world is starting to rot!" The girl wailed, and her knees started to buckle. "I can't believe this! We're-"

"GIGI!" The man shouted, having enough of seeing her like that, her mind seemed to be getting more and more ill. This is yet another reason why he must keep an eye on her.

The girl flinched at the man raising his voice at her and felt a bit of guilt when he saw her hurt and guilty face, she let go of her hair which had many loose strands out of her already messy braid and hugged herself. "I'm sorry." she said quietly.

"Gigi…" The man sighed but smiled as he brushed some of the bangs hiding the girl's face off. "It is a World Meeting, it's a very important event in politics and before you interrupt me by saying how they never get anything done in those meetings, while that may be true… that does not make it any less important."

"Well, it should." The girl spats.

The man resisted the urge the sigh again and he tried again. "It is part of his duty as a nation. Every single one of them must go and represent the land they personify. But not every single meeting is bad, we've witnessed some bizarre but entertaining actions that the nations do, haven't we?"

The girl's mouth twitched, and the man saw he was starting to win her over. "I guess we did. It's very funny seeing them make fools of themselves and see the vein in Germany's forehead come close to exploding."

"And you know how excited Alfred gets when it's his turn to host. He always strives to please." The man reminded her, a fond smile on his face.

The girl couldn't help but crack a smile as well. "Yeah, he always wants to put on a good show for anyone, no matter who they are, he wants it to be something they'll never ever be able to bury in their minds. For better or worse."

"So you can see how much this means to him?"

"No."

The man frowned slightly at her response. "Gigi, at least-"

"I don't want to hear it, G." The girl cut him off, scowling. "Tell Alfred I'll be out back if he needs me. I want to go somewhere where I won't hear all the yelling."

And before he could even try to stop her, she turned around and stomped her way out of the room. After she slammed the door shut, the man sighed. "How have we lived together this long without her strangling me death?"

"Fucking! Shit dammit!" The man almost flinched when Tony burst into the room, the little alien running around the man in circles as it panicked and flailed its arms around. "Limey bastard alert! Limey bastard alert! Limey bastard alert! This is not a drill!"

They're here.

/ / / / / /

Prussia grumbled as he paced around the room angrily and cursing the unawesome idiots that did this to him. He couldn't believe this! How could they be so unawesome as to do this to the awesome Prussia?! What? Just because he accidentally but awesomely blew up the UN building, he's suddenly treated like an unawesome criminal? Or worse, an unawesome virus?

Just because the building couldn't take his awesomeness?

"Well, then I hate you too, West." Prussia mumbled.

Because the unawesome him cannot be trusted, he must remain locked in an unawesome room with nothing to do. Seriously, there was like just a dozen bookcases, a table and some chairs. How unawesome is that?

But despite the unawesomeness of the situation, the awesome Prussia will not give up that easily. He will find a way to escape and have his awesome revenge!

He just needed to find a way how. Oh! He will do it the old fashioned awesome way! Through an air vent! If it worked in America's movies, then it should work for the awesome Prussia.

Snickering his signature laugh, he rubbed his hands evilly as a plan began to form in his awesome mind. Yes, he'll show his brother that his awesomeness can't be contained, he'll steal Hungary's frying pan and use them break Austria's glasses.

Kesesesesese! If only his Gilbird were here, then they would-

"Oh dear, I do hope you're not forming a plan to destroy the world." An unknown voice said amusedly.

Prussia laughed, not realizing there was a complete stranger in the room. "Don't be ridiculous, the awesome me would never do that! The world needs my awesomeness! If I did that then who will be alive to bask in my awesomeness?"

"Really? Because you looked rather... evil back there." The man remarked, waiting for the ex-nation to realize his presence.

"Evil? Nein, I looked awesome!"

"So you think looking evil is awesome?"

"Nein, I said I was being awesome!"

"So looking like you're planning the world's demise is awesome to you? Well, I guess we all have our tastes..."

"What? Nein, I was planning my awesome reve..." Prussia trailed off as he did a double take, he blinked, and whirled around to come face to face with a man smiling at him. "WAIT A MINUTE! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

The man only continued smiling amiably, not at all affected by Prussia's outburst, and then adjusted his glasses. "Oh, I apologize for scaring you-"

"The awesome me was not scared!"

"But I thought you looked very happy in your in thoughts." The man continued, smile growing slightly. "But then I thought it wouldn't be polite if I hid my presence for no reason, so please forgive me. I did not mean any harm." The man apologized, and Prussia had to feel a little (a little!) impressed at how polite and nice guy looking this man was. Unlike Austria, this man did not have an air of pompous gentlemanly unawesomeness, and for that this guy has scored some points from the awesome Prussia.

Prussia slowly started to form a smirk and he snickered. "Kesesese! No need to worry, since you look like you have somewhat decent awesomeness the awesome me forgives you!"

"Thank you…?" The man said rather uncertainly, the guy must be shocked that he got such a compliment from the awesome Prussia himself. "I am flattered that you think I am… "awesome", sir."

"You should be! It's not everyday that the awesome me calls someone else awesome!" Prussia cackled, while the man chuckled along, the ex-nation then remembered something. "Hey, what are you doing in Am… Alfred's house, anyway? You work for him?"

The looked thoughtful at this and shook his head. "Not… Technically, but I do like helping him in various things whenever he needs it. Alfred and I are close."

"So close that he lets you crash in his house?"

"Actually, I also live in this house, Mr. Prussia."

Prussia blinked several times, trying to make sure he did hear right and hoping it's not just him, then exclaimed in shock. "Wait, how do you know who the awesome me is? WAIT! I-I mean Prussia? Y-You mean the awesome former country of Prussia?" He laughed nervously, while mentally kicking himself for his unawesome slip up. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Mr. Prussia…"

"I-I mean the awesome me is honored to be associated with such an awesome country b-but why would you call me that?"

"Mr. Prussia…"

"Is it a compliment? If so, then you just got moved up the list of awesome people to the top ten!"

"Mr. Prussia!" The man tried again, raising his voice, and the ex-nation anxiously looked at him. "No need to be alarmed, Mr. Prussia, I am well aware of the existence of personifications of countries. I know about you, Alfred, your brother and everyone."

"You do?" Prussia asked incredulously.

"Yes, he shared that secret with me many years ago."

"What? Why would the kid do that? Who are you?"

"My name is George Dandridge, it is nice to meet you, Gilbert Beilschmidt."

/ / / / / /

Egypt tried his best to not let the scream fest consisting of Greece and Turkey next to him give him a migraine, and instead focusing on renting a car big enough to contain him, a fighting Greece and Turkey, and a nervous Cyprus trying to calm them down. Though he had a feeling it won't be easy, and that he's going to be paying a lot of money later. He sighed as they waited for the bus they needed to take.

Was it him, or does all the noise make time go slower?

He took a moment to glance at Greece and Turkey, then at poor Cyprus, then the street again. Those two were surprisingly not creating not that much of a fuss, only getting some stares and a few annoyed looks, Egypt wondered if it's because the sight of two grown men fighting is a common occurrence here.

At least it was just a few stares. Last time they made a child cry.

America was frighteningly angry when that happened, though for good reason, Egypt would feel anger if a nation made one his child citizens cry.

Egypt took a deep breath and blew out the air slowly. Hopefully the bus will arrive in a few minutes in time before things get ugly. He looked around, there wasn't much to look at except some advertisements, seeing some cars drive by and the people wait impatiently for their ride to show up.

But one sight did catch his attention.

There was a young girl, most likely in her prepubescent years, in the distance slowly walking to where he was. Her skin had a fair or pale complexion and she had stormy grey eyes. Her black hair looked to be about waist length with very wild, messy bangs framing her face while her hair looks to be worn down, but as she got closer Egypt noted that it was in a big and thick braid. She seemed to be looking straight at something.

Her choice of clothing was a little… odd, a little juvenile looking but perhaps a bit too Western for him. It consisted of a very loose powder blue top with a frilled neck segment with a bright pink-purple bow, and it was all held together by a white belt. At the top on the sleeve sides are pink cloth segments. The top almost looked like pair of overalls. On each sleeve is a peach and white line, while the sleeves cuff buttons to the upper segment of sleeve, most likely to keep them from being too long. She also wears an uneven length white skirt piece that looks longer in back and light blue boots.

Was she getting ready for bedtime?

However, none of the humans seemed to be staring at her for her strange choice of clothes, so was it some sort of costume that is popular here?

What's more puzzling is the fact that the girl seemed to be by herself. She wasn't walking with any adult that could be her parents or anyone else for that matter, so Egypt had to wonder if the girl was lost or got separated from her family. But that didn't seem to be plausible. She didn't look scared, confused or anxious like any normal child would be.

She had a serious expression, unconcerned and not seeming to be paying any attention to her surroundings.

That was very odd, but a part of him felt… unnerved, for some reason.

The girl was now a few feet from him, and getting closer, but she did not spare a glance at him or at any of his fellow nations. Either ignoring them or just not noticing them. Egypt continued staring at her, while also considering if he should approach her, and she got closer.

The girl still didn't look at him, but then she walked right past him, and when she did time slowed down. Egypt saw her unreadable face pass next to him, her braid flying in the wind, and when she took another step he felt it.

Egypt suddenly found himself unable to breath, he widened his eyes as the world… Greece, Turkey, Cyprus, the humans, everything froze in place and turned grey. He tried to gasp for air, but he also couldn't move, he only saw the girl slowly taking another step, only to stop.

She slowly turned her head around, and when her silver eyes met Egypt's he heard a roar, and and the silver turned blood red. He suddenly found himself in a room engulfed in flames, the girl stood smiling widely before him dressed in puritan clothing and in front of a burning crucifix. The girl's eyes still glowed maliciously red and there was blood spattered across her face and dress.

The girl remained grinning at him until she spread her arms and he gasped as the world went back to normal again. He was back in the real world. Everyone returned to color and everything began moving again as if it never happened.

But Egypt remained standing there, in complete shock, and he quickly turned around to find that the girl was already several feet away.

He remained staring at her for a few more seconds until he shook his head and went back to his companions, only to hear squeaking when he felt he stepped on something. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at the ground and nearly had a heart attack.

On the ground beneath his foot was a doll the size of an infant that looked identical to himself, it looked cute, but the fact that he suddenly found it like this was frightening. After somewhat recovering from his shock he noticed there was a piece of paper taped to the doll. He crouched down and carefully lifted the doll up, taking off the paper and he saw there was something written there.

Do you like it? I spent a whole day making it just for you~ Think of it as a welcome gift!

I'm really excited for when we meet face to face! You know, I think you look better when you have more emotion in your face!

See you later!

P.S. Turn the paper around. There's a surprise~

Reluctantly doing so, he saw a juvenile drawing of him and the girl holding hands and smiling, but the innocent childlike appearance was made disturbing when he saw that the background was smeared with red marker and saw about four or five stick people on the ground with "x" in their eyes. He noticed that there was a messy drawing of a figure on the back stabbing a man in a suit and that the drawing of Egypt was holding what looked like a machete.

The baffling and disturbing feelings of the situation caused the color from Egypt's face to drain, and he nearly dropped the two things he was holding. Unsure what to do, he looked up and much to his surprise he saw Cyprus talking with the girl.

He widened his eyes and briefly looked behind him to see that Greece and Turkey were still fighting, then back at Cyprus smiling at the girl, who cutely smiled in return.

Curious, he put the doll and paper away and made his way towards them, feeling suspicion at the girl. As he arrived next to Cyprus, the latter noticed him and smiled at him. "Oh, Gupta, sorry for leaving but I saw this girl all by herself…"

"It's alright, Cyprus." Egypt said, then looked at the girl, who was staring at him curiously. The childlike innocence and curiosity that emanated from her made it even more difficult for Egypt to believe he just saw her as a deranged puritan girl a minute ago, if he really saw that in the first place. "Is she lost?"

"She says she's not, but I don't see her parents anywhere…" Cyprus said worriedly, then looked at the girl again. "When was the last time you saw your mother or father, little one?"

The girl only blinked and smiled gently. "I already told you that I didn't come here with my parents, silly! And I'm not lost, I'm completely fine!"

This answer only served to baffle the two nations, Cyprus stared at the girl confusedly. "Wh-What do you mean? Children your age shouldn't be out by themselves, it's not safe, are you sure you're not lost?"

"Yes, sir!" The girl nodded her head happily, not seeing what's wrong.

"You're not here with your parents?"

"Nope, sir!" The girl shook her head.

"Nor with any legal adult?"

"Nope, sir!"

"Are you saying that you came all the way here without adult supervision? To an airport? Somehow all by yourself?" Egypt asked slowly and reluctantly, despite how implausible it sounded he had a feeling that was the case.

Cyprus looked at him in shock while the girl only beamed. "Yup, that's what I did, mister!"

"B-B-But how did you… No… why would you come here all by yourself? Are you sure that there isn't supposed to be a grown-up with you?" Cyprus demanded, looking more horrified than confused.

"Yup, just me!" The girl clapped her hands together, and then began to look around at the crowds of people. "I'm here because I'm waiting for someone, but he's not here yet."

"Who exactly are you waiting for?" Egypt asked.

The girl only giggled. "It's a secret!"

Cyprus sighed while Egypt could only raise an eyebrow. Are children supposed to be this confusing? This girl, who may or may not be in the possession of dark powers not known to Egypt, made the doll copy of Egypt and drew a disturbing colorful drawing for him as a "welcome gift", was now happily saying she came here all by herself to wait for someone who she's not allowed to reveal?

Cyprus scratched the back of his head and leaned down to the girl's level. "Will you at least tell us what your name is?"

"Well…" The girl looked thoughtful, almost in contemplation, then smiled mysteriously. "I like to be called Gigi."

Well, that's that! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Try to see if you can figure out who the two friends really are. They're not states by the way. I hope I won't make their identities obvious. Please review! Give me your thoughts of this first chapter.