Well, hello there!

I hope you enjoy this fanfic I have written. It's a bit long (not that long) and it's mostly focused on Israel and how she became a country.

I gave her a name that seemed suitable for her since for me it would only make sense start to call her 'Israel' when she was near the point of finally becoming a country, so don't get confused if you don't see me treating her as Israel for most of the story.

This story was at first to also talk about Palestine's point of view since I don't wish to take parts, although along the story it's clear it's mostly about Israel's side and not Palestine's (although I tried to explain his side throw himself and other countries I implemented in the story, so he's never forgotten although he doesn't appear much as Israel).

I used historical events to inspire my writing, although it's not supposed to be a complete historical flawless description. So, keep that in mind while reading.

Additionally, I have to say I'm not a native English speaker so my writing might not be the very best. But I try… XD

FOR THE LAST (not less important)! Feel free to comment, please, or ask why I did 'this' or 'that' in the story if you don't comprehend the reason.

As OC we will have Iran, Saudi Arabia, Israel, Palestine and Jordan. The rest you all already know.

The hall was empty. Cold. With each step, she could feel her calloused naked feet scream for some heat, but that was the last worry of all her pains.

She somehow learned to ignore all the physical aching. She had too. Not her backache, not her empty stomach, not her bones, or her dry throat matter. All that mater was that she still could breathe, she was alive. Yet.

She continues walking, still all alone despite the echo shouts and whispers she couldn't figure out what was, or where it came from. The bright light coming from the small barred windows was her only company, and her only guide too.

Looking slightly at the window that allowed her to see some bits of the outside she could see that was winter, and that might be why it was so cold. Her lack of proper clothes for the season didn't help either, but that didn't matter.

The grey snow was peacefully falling, some able to sneak between the grades and fall near her feet. It sounded peaceful, looked peaceful, felt terrifying.

She immediately stops, shivers coming down her spine as her voice trembles with fear and anxiety.

Moments like this she wished she could care about her physical pain, was a lot better than dealing with her mental anguish that she couldn't yet get used too. For the worst, the echoes of shouts and whispers increased, bumping inside her head too much weak to even understand what was happening. She crouches, hands closing her ears begging for it to stop. Never did. Always increased. If she wasn't so dehydrated, she would cry. If she didn't have a dry throat she would scream. If she was able, she would run. But to where? It was always there.

Like a ghost thought, she felt something touching her shoulder remembering she wasn't alone. The panic comes even when he wasn't welcome, and she looks back terrified expecting her punishment.

It was a Monster. Red eyes like blood, silver hair, the sharpest teeth she had ever seen and a grin that consumed every each of her soul just by staring at it.

"Where are you going, rat?" Before she could even make a move, it's another hand comes in her direction moving like a giant claw.

Her only reacting was to close her eyes shut and finally scream out the pain inside her body and soul.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She lifts from the bed, sweating from her toes to the tip of her hair. She looks to the right side, and then the left, searching in the dark for some Monster. Nothing. She was all alone.

Even thou she was still terrified, heartbeat crazy as hell, realizing that she was in her comfortable bed, in her room, and not in a dark hallway appeased some inner fear inside, which allowed her to breathe out, slow, but loud.

She looks around one more time, seeing better in the dark and realising it had been just another nightmare. Neither the less, she couldn't convince herself to fall asleep again.

She moves out of her bed. Unlike the dream she had, she was sensitive now to her physical pain, even thou she had just a few physical scars, but her body continued to be so damn weak despite the careful treatments she now had.

Walking was yet a difficult exercise, one England said to be the best physiotherapy she ever needed, that and eating.

Had been months since her real nightmare ended, but the scars, the pain, the weak unhealthy body continued to exist.

She makes the big effort to walk around her bed, using it as a support to make sure she wouldn't fall one more time. England would get mad if she did, even more after he had told her to ring the bell beside her bed in case she wanted to get up. Although she appreciated his concern, she didn't want to be dependent on him forever, and she was getting tired of always being a fragile thing on their eyes.

With a patient effort and careful moves, she manages to reach the window to lift the curtain. It was dawn, the sun barely showing himself but enough bright to allow her to see the green gardens outside. It was summer, and even at that time of the day, she felt comfortable to open the window to allow some fresh air inside.

Breathing deep, she mentalizes how good it was the feeling to just breathe. Feel the smells, the slow wind caressing her cheeks, earing the birds singing in the distance and the refreshing feeling of being warm and comfortable. Tiny little pleasures that worthen so much. Barely ever noticed until you lose them.

"Elisheba?" She turns around leaving her peace of mind, frightened for some ghost memory. "Are you already up?"

It was England who asked. Holding a tray with food and medicine she knew to be for her. He was a not so gentleman as he liked to call himself, he was usually rude, sarcastic, always complaining of others, but deep down, a man with good intentions. If it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have a place to sleep, or even to heal up.

"I had a…" She felt her throat dry despite her attempts to always keep herself hydrated, maybe was just the nerves. Even thou England helped her a lot, she still felt shy or unworthy of expressing herself.

"What did you have?" He insists while resting the tray on the bedside table knowing her discomfort.

"A…" Still shy, still feeling stupid for feeling that way despite the time it had passed.

"A nightmare?" Asks England walking carefully near her and giving her his hands to help her walk back to her bed.

She didn't know what to say, she felt embarrassed for being such a burden. Many times, England was awakened by her screams or allowed her to sleep beside him just to make sure she wouldn't be taken away. Still, she couldn't get a hold of herself.

"It's okay. It's normal." He says trying to ignore the issue. Cleary already ran out of pieces of advice to help her dream better or overcome the problem. "Eat, I have people that would like to see you."

"Me-e?" She spoke low, feeling anxious. Besides England, she only used to see France, for a short time. Knowing people made her feel terrified and in panic. England knows that. She didn't feel ready to get out.

"Yes, don't worry. They meant to help you out, have I ever brought someone that would hurt you?" She knew the answer and said the 'no' by moving her head before seating on the bed. "Trust me on this one. We will make it up for you. Now eat and take the pills, you must recover your physic strength."

Silently, she obeys and then he leaves for her to dress up.

"England! Good to see you without a uniform!" Shouted America, who was wearing a blue suit and a white shirt informally.

"Don't make a joke out of that! Seriously, the war might end but I still get cold shivers at night. Not everyone lives far away from the stage of the war, you know." Mumbles England crossing his arms.

"Sorry… I just meant to cheer you up, you look pretty stressed up." Says America calmer, but with a humble smile on his face.

"And I do. I have been taking care of the Jewish girl for months! Why the hell did I have to end up with her? Why couldn't France do it?!"

"You said it yourself you would handle the small girl. Besides, France is all broken shit, the only thing that stayed intact was his humour. Something you lost…" He whispers the last part.

"Shut up America!"

"England! America!" Another voice is heard while the door is open, and another man enters the living room.

"Iran, buddy!" Greats America with a strong handshake and a couple of pats on his back.

Iran was a tall and strong man. Always with a straight serious face, but kind golden eyes. His style was different from his neighbours, they called him 'too western' due to his clothes and lifestyle, but he didn't seem to bother with any of their opinions. Nor did his Shah.

"Good to see you Iran, I'm glad you came." Greats England with a more modest handshake.

"I wouldn't miss, even more, when you say it's a very important issue."

"Everything for England is a worrying issue." Jokes America bumping Iran's shoulder.

"This one is, America! Is about that girl!"

"The Jewish again? What's the problem with her?" Asks America.

"The war made me weak, I thought I could handle all the situations, but I can't. Iran, you more updated that any of us, you know how stressed the Arabs are after the World War, do you think they will stand us for a little while?"

"Not long, I too I'm having difficulties in dealing with them. Saudi Arabia has been helping to appease the troubling ones, but you know how they are." Answers Iran.

"I don't have much time then; the Russian bastard is stressing me out and winning. I can no longer compete with him."

"OH! What do you mean? Haven't we agreed to push Russia back to his borders?" Asks America now starting to feel annoyed.

"I can't! I'm already letting India go! I'm reaching my limit, I need to solve the issue with the Jewish girl, but I don't know what to do with her! I can't just let her on the streets again!"

"Don't skip the real problem! Russia is the real matter! You said you would help me out with him and now you are telling me that you're letting go all of the areas you control while he wins control over other governments?!" Shouts America getting angry.

"Hey… Calm down America." Tries Iran to appease by touching America's shoulder.

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Shouts America pushing his arm away. "I didn't come all this way to hear I'm all by myself against that communist scum!"

"I can't do anything about it! I'm out of resources! The best thing for me is to step back the fastest as I can, that includes the Middle East while I still can." Shouts England on the same tone as America, also angry for the lack of comprehension of his situation.

"England, although I understand what you fear and the Russia issue, I must remind you that he isn't the only worry we must have. Saudi is Wahhabi, and as soon as you step away, he will enforce his way of thought on the new free Arab nations." Speaks Iran with concern, but America blocks away any England's thought to answer Iran's concern.

"I don't care about Saudi's sexual orientation, or whatever! He is anti-communist, and that's enough for me!" Mumbles America crossing his arms before turning to England.

"Wait… What?" Iran looks at America completely confused about what he said.

"About the Jewish just send her to where she came from and focus yourself in helping me!" Continued America this time to England.

England greets his teeth, furious with America's ignorant words, but maintains his posture while breathing deep to don't storm out.

"Listen here, you idiot. The problem is that she doesn't have a home! Or else I would have already sent her there!"

"She doesn't?! Then where the hell she came from?!" Asks America but gets no answer for a while.

"I found her after we won against Germany. She didn't speak anything for the first months of treatment and even today she has difficulties in answering questions." Speaks England. Calmer, he tries to remember all the conversations he had had with the girl and how slow she was to even react to him, unless to show fear, even more, to answer his questions when it was a bit more complex.

"I have some contacts with Jews, let me speak with the girl." Says Iran making England smile at him.

"That's kind off another reason why I called you if you don't mind my honesty. I tried to use France, but soon I understood we Europeans lost some sensibility to speak with Jews and minorities. I fear I'm no exception, although I hate to admit it."

"Go Iran, speak with the girl and send her home so we can focus on real issues." Says America patting Iran's back.

Iran looks at England, waiting for some indication.

"At the end of the hallway, left door."