A Century Later...

"Aquamarine Camille Jones, get down here!" The young twenty-one year old looking girl laughed as she parkour-ed her way up the heart of the main island that had a large and long river flowing in the middle separating the east and the west sides of her country with a large old tree than served as the natural connection of the other half to the other half.

"You've gotta catch me first bro!" She jumped up higher and higher.

"Get down here Shard! You know that you have to go to the meeting sooner or later." Her older brother, America, crossed his arms looking up at her.

"Can I do it tomorrow~?" She whined while hanging upside down.

"You didn't come to yesterday's so, no." She sighed.

"Fine! I'll go to that stupid meeting of yours." She jumped down a twenty foot drop as her body met the cold refreshing water of the river making a big splash drenching her older brother.

He sighed, "c'mon Aqua and remember the rules." She swam up the surface.

"Yes, yes! I won't tell them my real name, just my nicknames and my country name." She got out of the river and snapped her fingers to make herself and her brother again. "And of course I have to dress decently, but I prefer to be in this attire."

"Because it makes you feel like Lara Croft from Tomb raider yada yada ya." America rolled his eyes and threw her leather brown jacket. "C'mon, jet leaves in ten." They ran out of the jungle before the jet leaves them behind.

~Wonderful Time Skips~

The young country Shard was nervous, but still cocky and daring as ever. She fiddled with the small shark tooth on her homemade necklace hinting her brother that she was nervous.

"Hey Shards, it'll be okay." Her brother gave her a reassuring smile and a thumbs up. "Just be careful around some countries okay?" Shards rolled her eyes as America opened the doors of the meeting room. She walked behind her brother. She was just an inch shorter than her brother.
All of the countries' heads turned towards the two newcomers. They all looked at the girl with reddish brunette hair fixed in a loose braid with a curl on her right wearing dark drown shorts, brown combat boots, a military green tank top, and a brown leather jacket who walked beside the powerful country. They stopped at the far most end of the table where there were two empty seats.
The mysterious girl to them sat beside the other country as they became completely silent.

America slammed his hands on the table and started to shout out enthusiastically. "Dude! I would like you to meet the Republic of the Shard Islands!"

"Hi!" The girl next to him waved at them while smiling. "Remember me? The little chibi red-brown head?"

The countries had their mouths gaped open. They couldn't believe that the most obnoxious country has raised a country normally.

"I am the Republic of the Shard Islands, but you can call me Shards or Shard, my country is a tropical country so I don't really go with snow that much and I like danger." She smirked cockily making it a bit of a turn off about America raising her.

"I said that she'd be a beautiful young lady when she grows up." France smiled. "And you mon cherie are actually my new trading partner in jewelry making and previous stone trade, no?"

"Yep!" She smiled brightly. "My country mostly trades on precious stones and raw materials."

"Precious stones?" The United Kingdom rose up one of his bushy eyebrows. "You're rich in minerals?"

"Being surrounded by the Pacific Ring of Fire, yes. But mostly because random gems or stones would be on the beach randomly. That's the reason why my country is named the Shard Islands." Shards can't really help it, but she just needed to ask the question. "Mr. England... Is your eyebrows really that thick or is it really just like that?" America and France laughed as a vein popped on England's head.

"Sorry, can't help it." She stuck out a tongue at the annoyed country. "So, what are we discussing about today?" She crossed her legs like a lady since it was a habit of hers to cross her legs any time she wanted to. "You didn't just call us here like how I annoyingly call my advisors in Dragon Age for nothing into the War Room for a council did you now, bro?"

"Nah, we're gonna discuss about your trade." She shrugged her shoulders as they began to discuss something seriously for once.
Now the country Shards needed trade partners, being a new country, she needed help to get her people's needs. Archipelagos maybe be cool and awesome, but the cons were too big when you have thousands of volcanoes surrounding the archipelago and another hundred right in her country.
She didn't really listen that much except when she got to know about her trading partners.
When the meeting was over, the countries still stayed getting to know about Shards.

"Ve~ do you like pasta, bella?" She didn't know what bella meant, but she knew what was pasta.

"It's delicious." She smiled.

"How are your eyes like that?" England asked.

"It's because of the random gems that appear on shore. Example, last week my eyes were red the whole week because a massive haul of rubies appeared for that week."

"Can you do magic?"

"Yeah, but mostly elemental."

"What do you do on your free time?" She smirked as the country Denmark asked.

"Like I said a while ago, I like dangerous stuff, meaning I like to do stunts, go hiking, and other daring activities."

"Like what?"

"Parkour is my favorite activity. It's a good exercise on stretching and running through the jungle when I'm bored." She spun her chair around. "But I love to venture out through the islands that weren't discovered yet, which I don't plan some of them to be out to the public yet."

"I still wonder why I didn't name you Lara." America muttered.

"Same, but it has been done!"

While the others talked among themselves about trade and shit. Shards saw another man who had gravity defying blonde hair like Denmark, but with an intimidating face. He was smoking a pipe while listening to the conversations around him boringly.

'Hmm... Who is he again?' She stared at him trying to remember who he was. 'A friend of Denmark maybe? He does have that gravity defying hair though...' She scrambled through her thoughts harder.

"Sis, why are you staring at Netherlands." America finally popped up the while handing her a cheeseburger.

"No reason." She opened the wrapping around the burger and dug into it.

"Aww! Does my little sister have a crush?" Shards choked on her food when her brother cooed.

"W-What?" She coughed and took America's unopened coke gulping half of the drink. "No I don't you asshole, now what makes you even say that?"

"Because you've been staring at him for almost ten minutes."

"Well that doesn't mean I instantly like him!"

"Yes it does."

"How so?"

"France!" America called as France crossed his legs like Tamaki from Ouran High School.

"Well mon cherie, if you stare at him longer, you might just fall for him."

"Shut up Frenchie." She grumbled as France chuckled.

"Just be careful on what you say about that Shards."

"What? Falling for a Niall Horan look a like?" She muttered softly, but loud enough for Netherlands to hear their conversation.

"What did you call me?" He had a vein pop over his head as Shards smirked cockily.

"I simply called you a look a like of Niall Horan." She crossed her arms. "Got a problem?"

"You're comparing me to a member of a boy band that numerous teenagers love in my country and I hate it."

"Hm? Why is that Niall?" She emphasized the name. Netherlands' sister, Belgium, watched the conversation amusingly. She was enjoying the show of her brother finally opening up a bit in the meeting for once.

"Because of that anime we had to make when Japan dared us to do on April Fools back then." Netherlands muttered.

"And I'm guessing this happened?" Shards took out her phone and opened Instagram. Netherlands glared at her as the younger country smiled in success. "Knew it." It was picture if Niall Horan, but with a drawn on blue and white scarf, and a drawn on pipe on his mouth.

"A Hetalian, the fans of the anime, posted this about a month ago." He glared at her sternly obviously trying to scare her, but unlike other countries she wasn't. She wasn't affected by his intimidating glare. She smirked at him like the cocky motherfucker she is.

"What about you Tarzan?" He smirked as Shards popped a vein.

"Niall Horan." She stood up and slammed her right foot on the table making it shake.

"Tarzan." Netherlands did the same. They both had a glaring contest while shouting insults at each other.

"Tinker Bell."

"Sunset Shimmer."

"Shark head."

"Carrot."

"Butter colored blonde."

"Poop colored red head."

"Sharp headed ass-"

"Would you both just get a room and go along with it?" Germany shouted angrily as the two sat back down still glaring at each other. "You're both trading partners now shut up!"

"Shards you have a month to prepare." She broke her glaring contest at Netherlands and looked at Germany confused.

"Prepare what?"

"Every time a new country is born, they prepare a tour when the other countries will visit his or her country."

"What? When did this rule appear???" She looked at her brother.

"You weren't listening back then weren't you?" She shook her head as her brother explained everything.

"While preparing, you have to choose a country out of the hat to help you prepare, of course your brother will be helping you with no problem." Shards sighed as she grabbed the hat from America.

She grabbed a paper and gave it to Germany to read it out.

Germany wanted to face palm right away.

"America you read it." Germany gave it to America. America was confused until he saw the reason why he didn't want to read it. America smirked mischievously.

"Well Netherlands you're a lucky man."

Well another crappy fanfic I made, but I give the spotlight to Netherlands.
I actually like Netherlands a bit, but not as much as that Tomato Bastard XD
Though some people portray him as an intimidating person while others portray him as a cocky ass mofo, I'm gonna mix the two and experiment the personalities the fans had in mind for him.
Ciao for now!

-Pumpkin