Canada's P.O.V.

I came home exhausted from the meeting 2 hours later. It was normal as usual, but I finally have someone notice me.

Her name was Charity. An American who can actually see me, and protected me from being sat on.

Kuma....judo? I think that's his name was sitting on the couch watching T.V. as I was in the kitchen making some pancakes.

I couldn't stop thinking about Charity.

She was so nice, and outgoing when someone didn't noticed me.

She would point out to America that he skipped me, or kindly asked Russia to sit somewhere else.

This girl is different from the other girls I've met.

Well, ok the only girl I've met who noticed me, and is not a country.

But, she's still different.

I sighed dreamily as I finished making 20 stacks of pancakes.

I placed them on a plate, and poured Maple Syrup over the stack.

Does Charity like pancakes drowned in syrup like I do?

If so, I'd make her pancakes covered in syrup everyday.

I smiled at the thought as I began eating my stack of pancakes.

Once I finished, I cleaned my plate and went to the living room where Kumobuddha was sitting.

I sat next to him still daydreaming about Charity.

I sighed loudly, "Kumocheetah, isn't Charity amazing?"

Kumalittle turned his head at me, "Who're you?"

"I'm Canada, your owner." I frowned at him.

He stood up on the couch, and tilted his head to look at me, "Do you like Charity?"

I looked at him surprised, "What?! No, I don't!"

I started laughing nervously while my face was getting red.

Kumojedi stares at me for a few seconds until saying, "Who're you again?"

I hung my head low in defeat.

Let's face it; he doesn't know my name, and I don't know his. We need some help remembering eachother's names.

My phone started to ring.

Picking it up from the coffee table, it was America calling.

Why would he be calling me?

I pressed 'answer', and placed the phone over my ear, "Hello?"

"Sup BRO?!" I hear America say proudly.

I then picked up a honking noise, and angry screams. But, I chose to ignore it.

"Hi, America. What is it that you need?" I asked.

"Well, I have some news for you! Charity is having some problems in New York, so me and the other nations decided that she should live with one of us! And when she decides which country to live with, we'll give her a job then! Isn't heroic of us?!"

I gasped.

Charity was having problems in New York? And she's going to be living with other Nations!

"Canada? Dude, I called to see if you wanted Charity to come and visit your country as well. So, do you?" America asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

"YES!" I shouted rather loudly.

Even Kumowitty jumped up in surprised.

"Whoa! OK then. Since, you live near by, Charity can stay with you after she's done staying with me."

"A-alright then." I stuttered.

"Awesome! Talk to you soon bro."

He hung up, and I was sitting there shocked.

Charity is going to stay with me?!

I looked around the living room noticing that it's all in a mess with pizza boxes, and empty plates with syrup on them.

I gasped, and jumped off of the couch.

I need to clean this place up before Charity comes!

Charity's P.O.V.

I was with America in his car as he started to hang up his call with Canada.

"Well, that was a weird conversation." America said putting his phone back inside his pocket.

He continued to drive out of New York and towards Washington D.C.

"So, did he say that I can visit him?" I asked.

America nods his head with a smile, "Yep. But, right now how about we focus on your stay at my house!"

I nodded my head in agreement, and faced forward on the highway.

After a couple of hours of eating McDonalds, playing Punch Buggie, and discussing which scary movie is better or not, we arrive at America's home.

It was a big two story home, with neutral colors, and an American Flag hanging on the porch.

It looked so homey, and inviting.

"Welcome home Charity!" America says taking out all of my stuff from the back.

"D-do you need a-any help with those?" I stuttered still unbelieving that this country can lift so much without breaking a sweat.

"Nah, I'm good! Just open the door so I can set your stuff down in the guest room." America says handing me the house key.

I walked up the porch steps, and reached the door.

I inserted the key into the key hole, and twisted it to the left.

Opening the door wide open, America came into the home with ease, and started walking up the stairs.

"Make yourself at home! I'll be right back!" He says disappearing up the staircase.

I sighed, and looked around.

It was a normal living area with a couple of white couches, black wooden coffee table, and a few Patriotic paintings.

Wow, I never imagined America's home like this.

I started walking further down to see a nice big kitchen, with a marble island, stainless steel appliances, and a grand dining room area next to it.

With fine China in a glass box display at the far end of the wall; this was really unexpected.

I then walked out of the kitchen and into where I guess is the Garage entrance, and the storage room is.

In America's garage there was a lot of tools, and a muscle car, and everything just screamed 'I AM AN ALL-AMERICAN MAN!'

But, I somehow couldn't open his storage room.

I guess he doesn't want anyone in there, so I just left it alone.

Walking upstairs it looked like how it was downstairs. All nice, clean, and organized.

I entered what seemed totally like America.

His entertainment room.

A huge flat-screen TV hanging on the wall, various play stations scattered in front of it. On both sides were a library of Movies, and Video games shelved, and polished.

A big leather couch in the center of it all; this was definately the place I'd find America in.

I walked out, and entered what looked like an Office.

A wooden desk facing the tiny garden out back, shelves of books, and papers on either side, and an Apple desktop computer sitting on the desk.

"Fucking Bitch." I hear a voice say.

I turned around to see a small grey alien, with a big head, and red eyes.

Wait a minute....did that thing just called me a 'Fucking Bitch'?!

"Yo Toni! I guess you found Charity." America walks in with a grin.

"America? This is your alien friend?" I questioned pointing at the extra terrestrial infront of me.

"Yup! Charity this is Toni. Toni, this is Charity. Say hi!"

Toni looked at me up, and down before saying, "Fucking fucking bitchy fuck."

(A/n: To those who are wondering why Toni is saying 'Fuck', and 'Bitch' is because that's how his race talks in his alien planet.)

America's face suddenly got all red, and he started to stutter, "D-dude, seriously?! W-why would y-you-u-u say that about h-her?!"

I looked at him confused, "America, what did your friend say? All I heard was 'fuck', and 'bitch'."

America stopped stuttering, and looked at me, "You don't know what he's saying? He's speaking perfect English."

I shook my head, "No, I don't understand. Why? What did he really say?"

America's face got redder, and shook his head, "Nothing! Let me show you, your room."

America then takes my hand, and starts walking out of his office, and down the hall.

"Bitch fuck!" Toni yells from behind us.

America felt stressed, and embarrassed.

What did Toni say?!

America's P.O.V.

Dudes! I can't believe Toni said those things!

I am NOT trying to be in Charity's pants!

And I am not falling for her!

I just met her, and that'll be crazy for me to instantly like someone!

I mean, yea she's pretty, and smart, and smells nice, and-

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU AMERICA?!

I shook the thoughts away, and opened her bedroom door, "Here's where you'll be staying."

She let's go of my hand, and enters the room.

As she was looking around her room; I kind of got nervous.

What if she doesn't like it, and goes to Canada already?! I don't want her to leave already.

She turns her head, and smiles at me.

Wow. Her smile is dazling...SNAP OUT OF IT JONES!

"So, is this ok? I know it's not grand like Britain's will be, or cozy like Japan's. But-"

"I like it. I feel so calm, and at home. Thank you America." She cuts me off with her smile.

I couldn't help but smile back, "Glad you like it."

We stood there for a few moments until I heard a phone ring in my office.

"I should get that," I said walking out the door, "Make yourself at home!"

I closed the door behind me, and made my way into my office.

Reaching the phone, I picked it up to already here Britain yelling 'PICK UP YOU BLOODY WANKER!'

I sighed, and slowly placed the phone over my ear, "What do you need Britain?"

"What I need to know is if Charity it alright! Your weird Alien friend must be bothering her right now, while you're eating burgers, and milkshakes!"

"Dude, she's perfectly fine." I said sitting down on my chair.

"She better be. We don't want her to be in a mental hospital after having to deal with us." He says with a sigh.

"Bro, if she couldn't handle being around us, she would've never agreed to let us help her." I pointed out.

Britain sighs again, being a little bit more calmer, "I suppose that's true. But, now everyone is involved into this. Spain, South Korea, The Nordics, Turkey, and even Austria have agreed to let her stay with them. Every country seemed to be interested by her. I wonder why?"

'Because she's pretty.' I thought staring out the window, "Who knows. She does give off an interesting impression, don't you think?"

Charity did give everyone to think about when she was in the meeting. Not being afraid towards Russia, prevented Britain, and France from killing eachother. She even told me that I skipped Canada.

She would make a perfect nation. She has the leadership skills, personality, and fearlessness to be one. Even I wouldn't try and attack her country. She would be that one nation you'd be thankful to have on your side.

Sadly, she's not a nation.

"I'll talk to you later, ok America?"

Before I could say anything Britain hangs up.

I placed the phone back onto the receiver, and laid back on my chair.

There's something different about Charity that's...off. I mean it's not a bad thing; but I don't know.

It's weird to have a girl whose not a nation be so leader like; like me!

And it's good. She's not violent like Belarus or Hungary, she's not emotional like Ukraine, she's not shy like Liechtenstein, and she's not girly like Taiwan or Belgium. She's.....Charity.

"Hey America!"

I look at the door to see Charity poke her head through the opening, "I found your game room, and wanted to ask you if you wanted to join me?"

I gave her a smile, and stood up, "Ofcourse I'll join you!"

We made our way to the game room, picking out the video games, and movies we're going to do.

Most of them are scarry with ghosts.

*Shiver* Ghosts are scarry!

But, I have to be brave for Charity.

Fingers crossed.

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Hope you like it!

~Arielle=^_^=