Chapter One

The World Meeting of January 2014 was not a typical meeting for the Nations of the World. Firstly, this meeting was actually planned and organised, they had a set agenda and they all planned on tackling the issue at hand with no nonsense or distractions. Secondly, all of the Nations who would be attending this meeting were absolutely dreading it; for each individual Nation this particular date of the meeting had been highlighted and circled on their calendars for about ten years, which may seem like a lot but to a Nation it's not very long at all. The final reason why this wasn't a typical World Meeting was because only certain Nations would be attending, these Nations were; England, Germany, Romano, Finland, Canada, America, Italy, Austria, Russia, Prussia, Japan, Poland, Iceland, Spain, France and China. Now, this might seem like a strange concoction of Nations, but they were all connected, they had all come to the World Meeting to talk about their children.

"Okay dudes, now that we're all here I guess it's time to start the meeting? " America questioned, he had lost his typical enthusiasm in his voice and his eyes didn't have his usual twinkle, he looked stressed and exhausted.

The other Nations in the room nodded, America stood up and began to talk, he'd be in charge of this meeting seeing as it was taking place in his country and he being the hero he was, he always took charge.

"Okay, so as you all know the purpose of this meeting is to discuss our children." Nods of acknowledgment were given across the room.

"We have to all decide on whether now is the time to finally meet them, I believe we should, they need to know who they are. These kids aren't any ordinary kids, they're special; just like us and they deserve to know that." The Nations stared at America in shock; that was possibly the longest and most serious speech the American Nation had ever made.

England cleared his throat, having recovered from the shock.

"I agree with America, the children deserve to know." This received a thankful smile from America and nods from some of the other Nations.

Germany shook his head and started to speak, "I disagree, they don't need to know. Think about it, they've been brought up by the people that they think are their real parents and then they suddenly find out that they're cities and that their real parents are Nations? They're only teenagers; I doubt they'll be able to cope." He sat down, signalling that he had finished his speech, and he glanced down to see that his hand had been grabbed by Italy who looked as filled with anxious as Germany felt.

The Conference room then erupted into a series of arguments, as the Nations squabbled over whether their children should find out the truth about themselves. There seemed to be two distinct sides to the argument, and the Nations had switched places so that the Nations that wanted the children to know sat on one side of the room whilst the Nations that were against that idea sat on the other side of the room. Both sides of the room were yelling obscenities at each other. The phrase, "You damn potato bastard" had clearly been heard at least four times.

Canada looked across the large conference table to his twin who surprisingly wasn't getting involved in the arguments, "Maybe we should vote on it, eh?"

America grinned at his twin, before pounding his fists on the table, signalling for everybody to shut up, "Guys, I have an idea! Let's use American democracy and vote on it!"

All of the Nations decided that this was a good idea and ignored the whines of "But that was my idea!" that was coming from the Canadian.

"Alright, anyone who's I favour of the children finally meeting us, raise your hand now!" America was the first to raise his hand and many other hands joined him. In the end the Nations that were for meeting the kids were: England, America, France, Canada, Romano, Spain, Austria, Russia, Finland and Prussia.

America frowned and scratched his head, "So, that's…" His face was scrunched up in concentration as he attempted to count the raised hands. "…eight?"

"That's ten, you git." England huffed.

"Ah, yep, ten. Thanks Iggy!" America blushed a bit before beaming at the Brit. "Okay, so all of those against the children meeting us, raise your hand now!" Germany was the first to raise his hand and like the last time, other hands joined him. The Nations that were against meeting the kids were: Germany, Italy, Poland, Japan, China and Iceland.

"That's six America," Prussia said, helping, well teasing, the younger Nation.

America quickly did the maths, "So, that means that the majority vote is that we get to meet the children!" He beamed," So… Who's gonna get them?"

England hesitantly raised his hand in the air, "I wouldn't mind getting them... I mean if no one else wants to."

America nodded, "Okay, Iggy you can go... Japan! You can go with Iggy!"

The two Nations stood; one of them was sending an evil glare in America's direction. "Stop calling me that insufferable nickname!"

America only smiled and waved the two Nations off, they had decided to leave straight away in order to get there earlier. The Meeting was disbanded and they would all return to the Conference room the next day to meet their children for the first time in about ten years. The Nations could only hope that their children would understand and that they would see that their true parents, the Nations, loved them with all their hearts.

~* Place Switch- High School*~

~*In science*~

It was only 10:15, Kirsty noted with disdain and sighed, there was still three quarters of the lesson left and Kirsty was so looking forward to breaktime, she needed some chocolate, she needed her daily supply of energy and from the way this lesson was going, she could tell that she was going to have a very long wait. The brunette brushed some of her hair, which was short and fell into a pixie type cut, out of her face as she looked across the room to where her close friends Rebecca and Alivia were sitting, Rebecca began pulling faces at Kirsty and attempted to talk to her from across the room, though it wasn't working as Kirsty couldn't understand a word that she was saying, well, mouthing.

Kirsty's best friend Alivia, on the other hand, was listening intently to what the teacher was saying. She loved science, well she loved school in general (except P.E), and she didn't want to miss something important. Others viewed her as smart, but she knew that there was always room for improvement when intelligence is concerned. However, she couldn't help but notice that she had already done this particular topic before and it wasn't long before her mind began to wander and she started to daydream.

Delaney, or Laney to her friends, had noticed the three girls, two of which were still conversing in some weird sign language, and had begun to snigger. Alivia was now so absorbed in her daydream that she had accidentally smudged all of her pen on her face, and there was a dark black line going across her cheek. Laney's attention was caught by a timid looking year seven pupil who was standing awkwardly at the door to the lab. Being ever helpful, Laney pointed this out to the teacher who invited the student in. The student slunk into the room and handed a note to the teacher.

"Can Alivia, Rebecca, Kirsty and Delaney please go to student services?"

The four girls all shared confused glances before exiting the lab, unsure of what they had done wrong.

~*In maths*~

The teacher was droning on about triangles and Olivia, or Livi, honestly thought that she was about to fall asleep, maths really wasn't her subject. She preferred something that suited her loud, outgoing personality, something like drama. She brushed her blonde hair away from her blue eyes and smiled across the table to the place where her best friend Becca was sitting. Becca returned the smie and turned her attention back to the Maths teacher.

On the other side of the Maths classroom, CeCe, the oldest teen in the school, with eyes the colour of hazelnuts and a skin tone to match those eyes was deep in conversation with her brunette friend Eileen, her eyes were the colour of emeralds and they almost sparkled when she talked and she talked a lot. Their conversation was on celebrities and most certainly did not contain any mention of triangles. This gained them harsh glares from the maths teacher and quick hushes from the other students. The two teens carried on talking anyway.

A student receptionist knocked on the door and the marhs teacher stopped his "fascinating" speech on trigonometry and took the note from the student who quickly scurried away.

"Eileen, CeCe, Livi and Becca need to go down to student services, take your bags." As the four students gathered their things, the teacher resumed his lesson and the teens left, all of them feeling equally puzzled.

*In art*

Paulina was sat next to Arren; they were both extremely alike in both personality and appearance. They both had black hair and dark brown eyes. They were both fairly quiet in lessons, but they tended to open up more outside of lessons, currently they were both working hard on their drawing assessments and they were both producing rather spectacular art.

On the other side of the room, Ross was sitting next to Hunter. These two were also quite close, but they didn't share as many traits as the previous two did. Ross had dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, he wore glasses and he was a very mellow person, who tended to only speak when spoken to, he also had an interest in music as he played the drums. Hunter had short light brown hair, green eyes and pale skin. He was smart and funny and was often considdred to be a quiet, shy person. However, this was a misconception as Hunter was very talkative when he was around his friends.

Then the door opened and in came one of the student receptionists. She was very small for a year 8 and looked very nervous about being in the same room as so many year 10s. She gave the note to the teacher before scampering off, with a relived look on her face.

The teacher read the note before looking up and searching around the room.

"Paulina, Arren, Ross and Hunter. You are all needed at the reception. Take your stuff with you. I don't think you will be coming back to this lesson."

The four students were very worried, what if they were in trouble? The four teens left the room silently, all thinking about what was going to happen. None of them guessed correctly.

*In drama*

"To be or not to be? That is the question." Daniel said enthusiastically. He loved his drama. In fact his dream was to become an actor when he was older. That would be brilliant. His class mates applauded his performance. He bowed low. He loved this so much. The blonde, blue eyed teen stepped down from the stage and headed towards his little brunette buddy who was clapping for him.

Liam clapped enthusiastically for his friend. The freckled boy loved drama but acting wasn't his cup of tea. He loved script writing and directing unlike Daniel. He would prefer to be behind the scenes. However, he was very passionate about drama.

Alyssa was less enthusiastic. She hated drama, she wished she was in English instead; she loved to write, no matter what genre it was, she could write it. She was currently sat in the corner of the studio, her brown hair flowing around her shoulders, her brown eyes were scrunched up in focus and concentration and she was scribbling some poetry in her notebook. Her friend Kae was sat in the other corner, attempting to learn her lines for her monologue. Her long brown hsir was tied up in a ponytail and she was sitting alone which was how she preferred to spend her lessons, as she found it hard to concentrate if people were talking around her.

The girl who gave their note seemed very bored. It seemed as though she would much rather be in lessons. Either way she gave the letter and left. The teacher didn't hesitate in reading it out.

"Daniel, Liam, Alyssa and Kae to reception please, with your stuff." None of them argued. They just retrieved their bags and shoes before leaving in silence.

In one day many people's lives were about to change. For better or for worse.

A/N: Okay, so this is a joint fanfiction produced by Kirsty and I ( Alivia ), the chapters may be written differently we are going to each be writing different chapters and like all writers, our writing styles will be different.

Hopefully, this fic goes alright, we do have a set plot so we'll see how that works out!

Thanks :)

~Alivia