Hello! I'll write these as I get inspiration for them so they may be slower or faster depending on how much time I spend in Lala land. There is an oc that will appear simi-frequently but I'll try to keep some other nations in it. And don't worry Iggy isn't paired with the oc they've just known each other forever.

Thanks to Fyrearth for being my beta reader!

France P.O.V.

"So what you're saying is that with this machine we can technically spy on any nation and see what they're doing without them knowing it?" I questioned staring at Japan. He nodded his head slowly.

"Yes, we were attempting to create a time machine, but after many, many months of testing we were not able to go back in time but to see the present time."

"We should so totally try it out!" America shouted like an overzealous puppy.

"We should not!" Japan exclaimed in a very out of character manner for him. "I only brought the machine to inform the nations of the world that I had it and to assure you we were not using it to spy."

"Honhonhon. This is a perfect test opportunity for you Kiku." I spoke letting a smile grace my perfectly flawless lips. "We can see what mon cher Angleterre is doing." I winked over Japan's head at Gilbert known to many as Prussia.

"No we should not use the machine!" Japan stayed in his overly loud state. It was very amusing to see him so flustered.

"No, no I think it was this button, mi amigo." Spain spoke from beside Prussia. He reached out a hand as he spoke and pushed a button. The machine made a whirling of noises before the room around us blurred out of focus. In the instant it took for me to feel motion sickness the setting around us had changed. No longer were we standing in the office conference room, but at green and dreary surroundings.

We were in England and it was raining, "yet we feel no rain." I hadn't realized I had spoken aloud until Japan responded to me.

"That is because we are still physically in the conference room. We can't change anything in our visible surroundings since we are not actually here."

"Hey, dude! There's Iggy!" America shouted from somewhere beside us.

I looked to him and then where he was pointing.

There sitting on a crumbling stone wall was mon cher Angleterre. The rain dripped down his features making his untamable mop of blond almost a brunette and glued it to the sides of his face. Black slacks made themselves at home on his shapely legs but were neither jeans nor his normal bland dress pants. The button up shirt he had on was cream with a grey vest that was unbuttoned. Altogether it was an image of England not normally seen and I had never seen those pants on him before. They do not look like something he would have picked on his own.

He was soaked all the way through as though he had been here for a while. His back was towards us facing deep emerald woods.

I took a glance around. Behind us there were woods as well. The stone wall had long stripes of treeless high grass running parallel to it. It looked like one of America's roadways yet instead of a road it was a wall.

"I come see you and you take me to play in the rain." A cheery very female voice spoke up. A girl came into view through a dip in where the wall had crumbled away. She was blonde but with the rain it had turned a shade similar to Arthur's; she wore it in a simple pony tail her bangs sweeping across her forehead and tucked behind her ear giving her a tomboyish feel despite its length. She wore a smirk on her face but much like Arthur her most fetching features were her eyes.

To sound cliché they looked like the sea. At first glance they were a blue tinted with green, but the longer I looked the more I could see the grey of a stormy Atlantic. Yet the blue would over power again making me remember the crisp clear waters of the Caribbean. The green fought back making harbors dance behind my eyes. Besides me Alfred gasped in awe-even the American could appreciate the beauty of those eyes.

"Damn! Arthur's got himself a girl, and he's been holding out on us! Not awesome." Gilbert exclaimed from somewhere behind me. I did have to agree with him; mon petit lapin having a girlfriend and not mentioning her was rather strange. He was always trying to imitate me and those exquisite sea eyes would be worth bragging about. Maybe she was a recent thing, but the way she pulled herself onto the wall and interacted with Arthur spoke that they knew each other fairly well.

I wonder how fair our dear "gentleman" has been with her. This experience was becoming more beneficial to me by the moment. I had many new things too tease Arthur with now.

With the girl on the wall, I could get a better view of her than just her pretty face. She was taller than mon lapin by a couple of inches. It appeared she was wearing a similar material to Arthur's pants since the wet pants didn't seem to annoy her. They were dark in color and she wore a deep blue jacket that hugged her shapely form but didn't appear to be too thick of a material. Overall she was a nice catch for Arthur.

Which made me wonder why he was keeping her a secret; she was nothing to be ashamed of.

"I have yet to let you down, Amelia; I don't plan on starting anytime soon." Arthur's voice replied cheerfully to her. He had turned his head and was facing her now. The rest of him in the same position as when we arrived

"Not the way I see it mister." She pointed at him revealing a long slender digit to the rest of us. Her nails were cut short and painted a deep navy blue. An interesting choice of girl for mon lapin. "I'm the one who never let you down." She smirked at him and cocked a delicately shaped eyebrow with a "what now" face.

A pretty girl with some spunk she may just be what Arthur needs to liven up.

"You didn't even give me the decency of dying at sea."

What? What was this girl talking about? Arthur dying at sea and she wanted him to!

"That's one messed up girlfriend Arthur has there." Alfred mused beside me.

I nodded my agreement. No wonder Arthur doesn't talk about her; she's crazy! Of course there would have to be something wrong with her to go for someone with Arthur's personality. That is as long as he treats his dates like the rest of us.

"I'm the one at fault, am I?" Arthur retorted with a snort. "If I recall correctly, you were the one who faked your own death in order to get off of my ship." He smirked back at her with a "so there" look.

I feel like I've stumbled on to a bad daytime TV soap opera. One of those horribly addictive shows with bad acting and plots, yet for some reason you just keep watching.

"Oh get off it." She smirked back at him again, yet there was no malice in their banter. They sounded like old friends having a playful argument that they had had one too many times. "You know I was the best first mate you ever had and there was no way you were letting me stay at port and not go with you."

I thought Arthur had stopped sailing after his pirating days and once it really wasn't all convenient for travel.

"Not without a valid excuse." Arthur interrupted her. "I seen no reason you would want to leave and I couldn't risk Spain having a first mate like you."

Ever the bitter rivalry between those two it would be rather nice if they could just get along.

"Awww! England that's so sweet!" she grabbed a hold of him in a hug smashing his face into her breast.

Honhonhon so Arthur has been getting some.

"I think that's one of the nicest things you said to me!" she proceeded to rock back and forth squishing Arthur's face farther into her ample chest.

I do believe I would rather like to try out Angleterre's place.

"Did she just call him England and refer to me as Spain" Antonio spoke up from besides me. "Who is this girl that Inglaterra would risk so much?"

It was a taboo to tell humans other than our bosses of our existence. Wars had been fought over these types of things before.

"Maybe she's a nation." Alfred spoke up from beside me. "I mean have you listened to how her and Iggy talk? It's like she was there when he himself sailed ships across the Atlantic." I was slightly in shock from America's intelligent response. I often time forgot that his overly cheerful and carefree nature masks his observation skills and intelligence.

"Non, she is not a nation or we would sense it, but she is most peculiar no? Especially the way she handles Angleterre." I smiled as Alfred gave me a dumb look. Gilbert cackled like crazy still somewhere behind me and Antonio gave a laugh.

"Damn, I'd trade places with him right now." I could feel his grin that accompanied his laughter. Arthur had since detangled himself from the girl and was leaning away from her, a playful glare on his face. A playful glare, only Angleterre could pull that look off. But then when one spends most of their time with a particular look on their face they become the master of it.

"I though the idea was to have me die at sea, not suffocate me to death on land." He gave her a wiry look.

She was nicely endowed. I would have thought Arthur may have found it a most pleasurable way to go.

"Oh come on you know it would be an epic way to go! France would be jealous." She taunted back.

Does la fille know me?

Mon lapin gave her a dead panned look and she held his gaze with a haughty smirk. The edges of Arthur's mouth began to twitch upwards as he suppressed a laugh. She smiled widely at him showing off her pearly white teeth. Arthur let a full smile cross his face before laughter escaped out of him. He doubled over clenching his sides with the amount of laughter. It had been a long time since I had seen mon lapin laugh in a non-manic way. I felt my gaze soften at the ability to relax this girl was giving Arthur. Perhaps I wouldn't tease him about it.

"That," he choked out. "I would pay to see." I'm glad he takes such amusement in my pain. His laughter started to die down but the mirth was still there, "the frog being smothered to death by his latest catches bosom." The girl burst into laughter as well renewing Arthur's laughter. "Amelia you will be the death of me." He stated wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.

I am not that bad!

"If a former colony or your brothers don't beat me to it," she grinned at him cheekily. "I'll happily be your murderer as long as it's at sea." At least I can get a girl who isn't obsessed with my death.

"What's with this girl and her not awesome obsession with killing England at sea?" Gilbert spoke up finally making his way besides me.

"To be slain by Davy Jones herself," Arthur struck a stereotypical poet pose as well as he could while sitting on the wall. "What ex-pirate wouldn't dream of that?" He smirked at her.

She's Davy Jones! It must be some kind of role playing game they play. It just can't be true. I doubted Arthur would be into kinky games, yet he surprises me quite often.

"Most of them," The girl dead panned looking at Arthur all of her laughter gone, "Considering most of them think me to be a man and now, thanks to fucking America's movie, they think I have an octopus head…" she turned glaring off into the distance.

Did this girl really believe she was Davy Jones? She is as crazy as Arthur.

"Come now it's not all that bad." Arthur tried to console her. "It renewed interest in the legends and that's always a good thing for magical creatures."

I can't believe he believes this craziness.

She still didn't turn to face him. "Look at how they portray the English in their movies with that shitty overly exaggerated accent." She turned to him a hint of a grin on her face.

"The accent is pretty bad. And the pirate movies weren't all bad; I watched them all."

"Oh get off it! You just liked Orlando Bloom in them. It's the same reason you watch Lord of the Rings." He huffed turning away from her.

"Not true! I watch the pirate movies for Captain Jack Sparrow, because as horrible as it is, he reminds me of you when you had more freedom." Arthur made a motion to interject but she cut him off. "Oh come on you can't tell me some of the shit we pulled was logical-most of it was just bat shit insane."

He grinned at her at this. But then what is she? She talks like she was there and nothing other than nations should live so long.

"And I watch the Lord of the Rings because you're absolutely hilarious to watch those movies with. One minute you're impressed-don't give me that look-and the next you're going off on how horrible they are." Arthur looked away from her grumbling but with a smile on his face.

I didn't think Angleterre watched movies besides the ones Alfred forces him to watch with him.

"Shh," Arthur moved suddenly outstretching one of his hands towards Amelia. "Hand me one of the apples."

Armed with the red fruit Arthur slid of the wall and into the waist high grasses around the wall. He moved in a slow crouch towards the woods he had had his body facing. Halfway to the woods he slid his hand with the fruit in it out in front of him, but continued his slow movements making him look rather awkward.

Gilbert cackled besides me. "Look he's going to play with more of his imaginary friends!" He continued his laughter.

Arthur had by now made it to the edge of the woods the fruit still held out in the flat of his palm. Something white moved in the shadows of the trees. Slowly a horse head emerged from the woods sniffing at the offered apple. The horse slowly moved into view. It was a virgin white mare, yet this was not the most striking feature she possessed but the white wings that graced her flanks.

"Is that a Pegasus?" America gasped almost breathless besides me.

"It is beautiful." Japan whispered beside me. I had to still myself from jumping; I had forgot he was here.

"Who knew old crabby England had something so awesome in his borders?" Gilbert chipped in.

"Maybe he's telling the truth about the unicorns as well." Antonio chirped.

The Pegasus sniffed the offered apple before moving forward to sniff at Angleterre's hair. Seeming to accept Arthur as not a threat she turned back to the apple and ate it straight from his hand. The girl who Arthur had brought with him had sat up at attention staring in awe at the creature before her. Arthur put his hand that hadn't been holding the apple into the air and made a 'come hither' motion at her. She leaned forward before sliding off the wall and moving at a much slower pace than Arthur had towards the creature.

After sniffing Arthur's hand once again the Pegasus decided he didn't have any more food and moved back to sniffing his hair. Seemingly satisfied that Arthur was who it thought he was, the Pegasus began rubbing its head against Arthur's messing up his plastered down hair even more. Arthur's hands came up hugging the creature round its neck, nuzzling his check with it's.

"Hullo, Stella. How have you been?" he questioned the creature while continuing to pet it.

The Pegasus now known as Stella lifted her head from the nuzzling of Arthur, freezing at the sight of Amelia. Amelia had approached slowly and now stopped a few feet away hand outstretch with the apple and crouched down low. Too bad for the tall grass or it would have been a nice view of her backside; somehow Angleterre is always finding a way to foil my plans at amor.

"She's alright my sweet." Arthur cooed at the creature. "She's a very dear friend of mine." The creature snorted. "As are you and I thought my two girls should meet." The Pegasus almost seemed to nod before moving slowly, tentatively towards Amelia. Arthur leaned back on the balls of his feet watching the two of them start to interact.

Stella sniffed Amelia much like she had done Arthur, but instead of eating out of her hand, Stella picked the apple up and moved it to finish eating. The apple gone it appeared as if a tentative bridge had been made between the two and Stella began to sniff Amelia again.

I looked back over for mon petit lapin but he had disappeared.

Stella began rubbing her head against Amelia causing the girl to laugh.

"Does he take all the girls to meet you, Sweetheart?" Amelia questioned as she ran her hand down the creature's nose. "Or am I special?" Amelia looked up to where Arthur had been as if she expected a response. "Arthur?" the Pegasus looked up to where the nation had been. Stella moved exposing the little entrance Arthur had crouched in when he had beckoned her out. Arthur's laughter rang out through the air.

Sitting in the mud, leaning back, braced on his hands was Arthur. This was twice I had heard Arthur laugh in a manner I hadn't heard since he was a child. Twice in one day and all without the presence of another nation.

Why couldn't any of us get that laugh out of Arthur?

Jumping around him in the mud was two smaller Pegasi. One with a tint of blue to it the other pink, how very cliché of the colors. I bet they're a boy and girl.

"I didn't know you had little ones, Stella." Arthur laughed rubbing both sides of the blue ones head as the pink one nuzzled into his side. They jumped away and around him acting like big winged puppies. "Mind if I name them my dear?" The Pegasus shook her head at him. So it did understand what he was saying and it was responding.

This is becoming weirder by the second. I'll have to confirm with Gilbert and Antonio that this actually happened.

"Hmmm… you shall be Ion," Arthur spoke tapping the blue one on the nose with his fingers. "If you may little dear one… hmmm you're not an Iona…no, no, no, no, that won't do for a set of twins as wonderful as you. Always questioning who was named after whom. How about Ilyana?"

The pink one jumped away from him and rubbing her cheek against his before making her escape.

"Ion and Ilyana, Ilyana and Ion it goes either way rather nicely." He stood from the ground attempting to wipe the mud from his pants. "We best be on our way Amelia. I didn't know there was little ones and their father might have tolerated a stranger before, but with them I'm sure he will not now."

As the words left Arthur's lips the whirling returned. The motion sick vision that accompanied it before made itself known as we all found ourselves in the conference room.

"Aww I wanted to see more." Alfred whined.

"Si I was hoping to see a unicorn." Antonio joined in.

"Why are we back?" I questioned Kiku.

"It appears that the machines batteries have run too low for it to function." Kiku spoke up sounding relieved. "We must not speak of the incident to England or he will be very upset."

"Fine, fine," Gilbert gave a wave of his hand. "I wanna see what other awesome creatures England's been hiding from us. When will the machine be operational again?"

"No, no, no!" Kiku cried out.

"So what do we all think of this Amelia, Arthur has?" I questioned rather curious as to the others opinions.

"I don't generally believe in this stuff, but we've just seen a Pegasus. Maybe we can give them the benefit of the doubt." America spoke in a solemn voice. It seems the boy had put quite a lot of thought into it. There were similar courses from Antonio and Gilbert. I nodded before turning away.

This will be fun. I got to see a side of mon petit lapin I haven't seen in millennia and to see his cute maybe girlfriend. I can't wait to tease him about it.