(I really love how big and insane this cast of characters is. I want to see more of this with Latin America, Africa, Asia, Oceanic, and Europe. Give me Mexico and Pakistan! I also enjoy the interactions a lot of these characters have. It really brings the story together! Enjoy!)

          "Yahoo!" a young man shouted as he jumped from the pilot's seat and landed on the runway, "Canada! We are here! We are finally at Asiand! Are you ready?!"

He ran along the dirt path and reached the outskirts of the busy kingdom. He let out an audible gasp in awe at seeing so many people walking around the plaza of the market with goods to trade, items to sell, and people to meet.

A girl hopped out of her pilot's seat to walk and stand in awe next to her twin brother to agree, "Wow, America, this is beautiful"

America and Canada are twins from the lands of North America. They've always looked out for each other through thick and thin. Though, Canada claims to be the older twin. Both have the same blonde hair, but America's is a darker shade. He's also taller in height with a pair of bright, blue eyes. Canada is shorter with her hair tied into two pigtails. She's got a pair of purple eyes, but both wear a pair of glasses.

Canada is wearing a red jacket with a matching beret as well as a few red ribbons in her hair. She's wearing a dark, blue jumper with black shorts and long brown boots with long white socks sticking out. She's got a satchel to carry her supplies and quiver to store her arrows and bow.

America's full name is the United States of America, but he's fine with everyone calling him by his nickname. He's wearing a bomber jacket with a badge and number 50 on the back of it. He's got a simple t-shirt on that has blue sleeves and mainly red. He's got a pair of blue jeans on and simple brown sneakers.

"Well, let's lock down the planes!" he shouted in an excited manner before rushing to secure their plan with his twin following him in equal but quiet excitement.

They secured their planes and took the keys before stepping into the busy market.

Canada had her hand above her eyes and scanned the crowd to ask, "So, where's the hotel and when do we trade?"

"Soon! Right now, let's rest!" America said with a smile before walking ahead of her to find a place to check in before finding a trading partner to do business with.

Realizing she couldn't change her twin's mind any time soon, she shrugged and followed him to find a place to rest. It was a long flight, so she was exhausted too. Together, they walked through the crowd to find a hotel before getting to work.

"Ahoy!" an Englishman shouted urgently as he was holding onto the ropes of his ship while a Scotsman dropped the anchor to then helping the other three brothers with preparing to dock the ship.

With a swing of a rope and commanding the wind, the Englishman let out a cheer while swinging through the air to then jumping to land in front of the cabin.

He roughly knocked on the door and shouted in a serious refined tone, "We are here. Now, pay up, frog!"

There was a laugh before the door opened wide to smack the Englishman's face! His brothers only laughed and hollered at the sight with him fuming on the spot.

"Oh, je suis désolé! I didn't see you there, but you think I would with your large and obvious eyebrows. Fear not, Angleterre, I shall pay you and your wonderful brothers after the coronation ceremony!" their guest, a close partner to the captain and friend to his family, spoke with his accent ever present.

With that, he walked on the deck of the ship as the Englishman rubbed his acing face.

"Are you kidding me?! I have to wait that long?! Are you broke again?!" he threatened in frustration until his oldest brother grabbed and suspended him above the floor, "Scotland, why?!"

Scotland is the oldest among five siblings. As a result, he's tougher, stronger, and protective of the others. His hair is dark brown with some red in it along with a strong stand above his head. He has the darkest shade of green eyes. The brown, rough coat made of sheep's wool was tied around his waist. He has a simple gray tunic and brown pants with sturdy boots to match.

"Because he's the client and makes the rules, that's the rule of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland" Scotland reminded with a smirk on his expression, "You didn't forget, did you, wee little England?"

Despite being the youngest of his siblings, England oversees the U.K! Though, he used to adventure around the world with France before creating this crew with his brothers as a dying wish from their mother, Britannia. England is the shortest with dirty, messy blonde hair and a pair of emerald eyes. He's quite skilled with a sword, bow and arrows, and magic. He's wearing a more pirate outfit as a reflection from his times as one while traveling with France. England has a white shirt with a matching and loose cravat hanging from his neck. He has a red coat on with loose sleeves and black cuffs. He's got a red pirate hat with a feather tied to it. His black pants and strong boots present. On his brown belt is a special tome his late mother gave him along with a scabbard for his sword.

"I am the captain! Why do you insist on calling me small?! What about Wales?! He's small! Another note, why does Norn and Ireland get to have their names in our title?!" England shouted as he struggled against Scotland's tough grip.

"Aw, I am sure you don't mean that, England basch!" Wales spoke in a friendly tone, "After all, who taught you magic?"

Wales is another older brother and is a little taller than England. He has pale blond hair and a pair of the brightest green eyes. He is wearing a simple green shirt with a pair of brown shorts as well as brown slippers. He's also got a tome hanging from his belt, but he also has a dagger too. He's the third oldest and is a little closer to England than the others.

"And the reason why we have our names in the title, it was in our agreement when mum passed away! And we don't want to upset mum, do we?" Ireland spoke as he leaned against the suspended England, frustrating him so much.

Ireland is about Scotland's height with orange to red hair blazing bright and with little duller green eyes. Although Ireland left to do his own thing, with their mother's passing, he came back. Besides Scotland, Ireland is also the oldest brother. He is wearing a dark green tunic with a four-leaf clover pin over the right side of his chest. He's got a pair of rough brown gloves and sturdy brown pants with strong shoes. He has an axe hanging from his brown belt.

"Come now, England!" Norn spoke as he poked England's cheek, "Let's get along! It is what mum would want!"

Norn is nickname for North Ireland. He is taller than England and Wales, but he's not as tall as Scotland and Ireland. Norn went with Ireland for a bit before returning to his brothers. Norn has messy red hair and shining green eyes. He's got a blue rain jacket tied around his waist with tan pants and a red shirt on with common shoes. He has a hoe and knife hanging from his belt.

With that, Scotland placed England on his feet and then clapped his hands, "Alright ya bern, time ta get ta work with docking! Ireland! Check to make sure we have our map ready!"

His brothers left in a laugh or snicker with England shouting in an annoyed manner, "Are you kidding me?!"

The Englishman reached for his tome to cast a spell, but France placed a hand on his shoulder to prevent him for doing anything rash and reckless to his brothers and the ship.

France is a fashionable man who has clashed with England on multiple occasions, but both did travel the world for a few years. They came back when England heard of his mother's frail health. After her death, France didn't leave them and even had his little sister, Monaco, join them. He is also a good friend to Scotland since both did look after and tease England.

France has beautiful hair and stunning navy eyes with a stubble on his chin. To match England's outfit as well as wear it better, France has a blue pirate hat with an elegant feather while wearing a blue coat. He does have a red cloak hanging from his left shoulder. He has a fancy blue shirt and pair of blue pants with fancy black shoes. He has a scabbard on his side to hold his rapier. He does have a golden bracelet hanging from his wrist with a pair of violet gloves on.

"Oh, come now, Angleterre! We are best friend, oui? I need to buy some items for Monaco and a gift for our student! She's been working hard, non? I am sure it will not take too much time, mon amour!" France said casually with England rolling his eyes.

England adjusted his coat and observed his brothers. He noticed that Ireland had not return from the cabins and sharply turned around.

"Ireland! Where are you?! Get out here!" England shouted in frustration with Scotland only laughing in the background.

Ireland ignored England's yells as he searched in the main cabin for the map. Once he took it from the desk, he dropped the compass. It rolled away, but he cheerfully went after it. As he kneeled to pick it up, a young girl picked it up instead and returned it to him. Ireland blinked at the lady and cursed under his breath once he realized it was England and France's student, Seychelles.

"This is yours, oui?" she asked in polite manner as Ireland only stared, unsure of how he was going to explain this stowaway.

Seychelles is a student under England and France. Well, student isn't the right word really. When they were returning to England's home, they found her alone and malnourished. Both knew they couldn't leave her, so they decided to take her in as a student, believing they could be the best caretakers for her despite some ups and downs in that area.

She has brown hair tied into two pigtails by two red ribbons. She's wearing a pretty, blue, flowy dress with brown shorts. She has white slippers on with her bright orange eyes shining.

"Ireland! I swear to the Queen, if you found the liquor and drank it, I will tie you to the ship and leave you there to hang!" England threatened as Ireland snapped his head to his little brother's voice.

"Ah, right, well, better to get this over and done with, I suppose" Ireland said as he faced Seychelles, "Alright, little lady, you better come with me and face those two. You'll be in trouble for about five seconds"

"Haha, I had to come! I have a good reason!" she spoke determinedly as they exited the cabin and stood behind England.

Ireland tapped his little brother's shoulder who turned around and prepared to scold him until he let out a yell to see Seychelles present.

"Seychelles! What are you doing here?!" England shouted in a worried manner with France swiftly turning and gasping to see her present.

"Hello, England! France!" Seychelles said as she took out a bag of makeup, "France you did forget this!"

France let out another gasp as he replied in utter relief, "Mon dieu! Merci! I cannot believe I forgot this!"

They talked for a while as England held a perplexed expression while Ireland only smiled.

"Are you kidding me?!" he snapped as both turned to him, "What about Monaco?! She was supposed to watch you as well as teach you manners of a lady! Why are you here?!"

France was paled with Seychelles holding a guilty expression.

As he secured his makeup, France grabbed England's shoulders, shook him, and shouted with urgency, "Angleterre! Use your magic! Reach her!"

"Get off me!" England snapped as he shoved France off him while taking his spell book out, "Fine, fine! I'll use my magic to reach her!"

He motioned them to give him some space. With a faint, green glow, England closed his eyes and let his mind link to that of Monaco's.

"Monaco? Are you ok?" he asked reluctantly to her mind.

She has long, blonde hair with purple and blue eyes shining through her fancy glasses. She has a giant, red ribbon tied in her hair with clips holding her bangs back. She is wearing a fancy, long pink coat with a white shirt underneath it as a red ribbon was around her neck. She has black gloves and pants with long, brown boots. She has a holster at her side to hold her pistol.

Monaco jumped at the voice before she recognized the voice as England, "Oh! England! Did you find Seychelles? I believe she snuck out when Cameroon and I weren't looking. I do apologize for that"

She glanced to her right side to see a worried Cameroon while a pair of travelers were talking amongst themselves and another lady with them.

"Yes" England replied with a sigh, "Don't worry, she will be under our care. Once we are done, she will receive proper teachings from you and us"

"Not to worry! She will receive lesson from me soon enough" she said with a grin, "I hired a few travelers who also happened to be traveling here! We will meet with you soon enough! Tell France later! Au revoir, England!"

England's eyes snapped open as his magic faded away with the trio staring at him.

"Well, France, I told Monaco about Seychelles. However, she and Cameroon are here, so they will meet up with us" England reported worriedly.

France's left eye twitched as he screamed in frustration and worry. England hugged his side to comfort him with Ireland gently patting Seychelles' back to comfort her.

As for Monaco, she was walking from the hotel she was staying at with Cameroon sighing.

"Aw, don't worry, Cameroon. She is a little more adventurous than those two believe" Monaco reassured him.

He is a strong, man with brown hair with buzz cut brown hair. He has a pair of glasses on his face and is wearing a yellow, tough shirt and a pair of dark green shorts. He has a pair of rough shoes that could allow him to climb any kind of surface.

"I know, but I should've kept a better eye on her. I understand she wants adventure too, but she could've told me. I would've gone with her" Cameroon replied to her as he glanced to the two travelers and the other female companion, "And are we almost ready to go?"

"Idiota!" the female companion yelled as she grabbed the short haired man's cheek, "You don't even know where those jerks of potatoes are?!"

Cameroon held a concerned expression to Monaco, wondering if this was a good idea. She only giggled as she enjoyed their new companion's boisterous voice.

"Si, si! I don't know, Romana! I haven't heard from Prussia!" he replied in pain as his traveling partner only laughed in amusement.

Romana Italy is an older sister who is currently searching for her younger sister. She knew her former caretaker was close with her younger sister's boyfriend. It annoyed her that her younger sister wanted to date him, but she respected her choices. What troubled her is that she didn't hear from her.

Romana is a short young lady with long, brown hair and a curl. She has a pair of green eyes and has a pink headband in her hair. She is wearing a brown dress up to her knees. She has black high heels on and a holster holding her pistol. She has a pair of tough, black gloves on.

"Idiota! Who doesn't check in on their friends?! I speak with Belgium often along with Netherlands! How do you not, España?!" Romana snapped strongly at him.

España, or Spain, is a traveler who wonders from place to place. He doesn't really have house anymore. When Romana was younger, he looked after her with help from Belgium and the Netherlands. Now, they were grown up and went their separate ways. During that time, Spain did travel and teach a lot of other people on his travels. He wondered how Mexico, Ecuador, and Cuba were fairing while his cheeks were being pinched by Romana.

Spain is a young man with messy brown hair and a pair of olive-colored eyes. He does have a pet bull he left on the ranch. He is wearing a red conquistador outfit with golden accessories. He has a white shirt underneath it as a black tie loosely hanged from his neck. He has black pants with golden lining and edges. He has a red cape tied around his left arm. He has long white socks and a pair of simply black shoes. His axe is casually hanging from his right side.

"Lo siento! Lo siento!" he cried out in pain, "I don't know how Prussia is doing! I've barely kept in touch with France! I haven't even heard from the others!"

"Shut up!" Romana shouted again with her pinching his cheeks roughly.

There was a laugh as Spain shouted, "Portugal! The least you could do is help me!"

Portugal is Spain's traveling companion. He was more successful than his Spanish partner, but he and Spain don't get along at times either. He has long, brown hair tied in a loose ponytail. He has a pair of googles hanging from his neck as the collar of his white shirt was opened a little. There is a brown jacket tied around his waist, but he kept the brown gloves on. He has brown pants and long boots on with his sword at his side.

"Sure, sure" Portugal commented before patting Romana's shoulder, "Ok, you can stop. I've had my laugh, and you need him in one piece if we are going to find them. Now, let him go"

She pouted before releasing his cheeks and swiftly turning to walk on ahead. Spain felt his cheeks with Portugal still laughing.

"At least I still keep in touch with England" he commented as he followed Romana.

Spain was already hurt, but that jab was more salt in the wound. He looked over his shoulders to see Monaco and Cameroon and gestured them to follow him. With that, the group left the hotel to see the busy market preparing for the coronation ceremony.

At the other end of the docks, a ship had recently docked and two men were unloading some crates filled with goods to be traded.

One was wearing a tough, black coat with a red shirt underneath. He wore tough yet soft black pants. He has a pair of black gloves on with matching black boots to withstand the rough weathers. He's got a small black hat on his spiky, blond hair. His axe was resting next to the crates as his hazy, blue eyes looked up at the ship to see the sides damaged from the rough seas.

He cupped his hands around his mouth to shout, "Hey! Finland! Do you have the toolbox? I want to make sure the ship will hold on the way back!"

Denmark walked back on the ship as the other man stood and watched over the crates through his glasses. Denmark is also the older brother to Norway, Iceland, and Greenland.

"No, but Sweden and I will have to set up shop in the market! I can't believe the oldest sister is finally going to become queen! Such an exciting celebration!" Finland answered as he carried a backpack of stuff for their stall.

Finland is the shortest Nordic member and is married to Sweden. Finland has short, pale hair with a pair of purple and blue eyes. He has a blue hat with a pink flower on it. He has a white cape and is wearing a light blue tunic with white pants. He is wearing a pair of tough, winter boots. He has blue gloves on and is carrying a giant sack of items he planned to sell.

"Ready, Sweden?" Finland asked warmly before realizing his weapon wasn't present, "Oh, I need to get my claymore! Be right back!"

He effortlessly slammed the giant sack onto the wooden dock, waved goodbye, and turned back to the ship to retrieve it. Sweden only nodded his head and saw his husband climb back on the ship with a grin.

Sweden is the tallest Nordic member, but he is the sweetest and kindest one. He is married to Finland. He has shaggy, blonde hair and deep, light blue eyes. He has a pair of glasses on his face. His wearing a thick, dark coat with a heavy, black shirt and pants underneath it. He has a baton on his side with his gray gloves on.

"I am back! Ok, let's go, Sweden!" Finland said excitedly as he secured his claymore on his waist and picked up the sack, "We will back before night falls! Please tell them, Iceland!"

"Yeah, whatever" Iceland replied as he waved goodbye to them.

Iceland is the younger brother to Denmark and Norway, but the older brother to Greenland. He has short blonde hair and purple eyes. He has a simple, dark blue coat on with a blue scarf around his neck. He is wearing a pair of earmuffs that are fluffy. He has a white collared shirt underneath while wearing a pair of dark, blue pants and simple shoes. He has a puffin sitting on his head while his holster is secured along with the magic bullets Norway gave him.

"Iceland!" Norway shouted as she exited the cabins, "Do you know where Denmark and the toolbox are? We need to fix up the ship"

She has long, silver hair and piercing purple eyes. She has a white cross hairpin and is wearing a beautiful, thick, dark purple dress. She has a purple cravat held by a golden pin. She has a pair of white gloves and boots on. She also has a blue bag hanging from her shoulders which is holding a blue tome.

Iceland looked through the cabins to find their youngest brother, Greenland, helping to tend the beds. He has the same white, silver hair as he had dark, green eyes. He was wearing a simple white shirt and brown pants. He has a white, green cloak wrapped around his waist and pair brown boots with a silver dagger at his side.

"Your room is almost done" Greenland commented, "But I believe our big sister needs you for something"

Iceland only nodded his head before searching for big sister who was calling out for him. He followed after her, leaving their youngest brother to finish their rooms.

"Find Denmark please. We need that area fixed before anything else happens" she ordered as she turned to find her older brother while leaving her younger brother on the deck.

Iceland groaned as he looked for Denmark and the toolbox to gazing upward to find his oldest brother sleeping on the sail and using the toolbox as a pillow.

"Norway! Denmark is sleeping on the sail!" Iceland shouted as he shivered and felt a harsh winter wind blew from their rooms.

Iceland shivered as puffin flew away to avoid the harsh winds. Norway appeared cold and annoyed as she marched towards the sail. She grabbed her glistening tome and waved her hand upward to cast a strong wind below Denmark. The wind woke up and knocked Denmark off the sail with the toolbox falling after him. Norway used her magic to catch the toolbox as Denmark hit the deck face first.

"There we are. Iceland, I'll fix the damages while you wash the ruined sheets" Norway ordered as she turned away, leaving Denmark unconscious on the wooden floors of the ship.

Iceland took the sheets while Norway used her magic to control the tools to repair the damages. It didn't take long for them to finish and return to Denmark who recovered and grinned at them.

"Ah, so everything is ready, right?" he asked with a silly grin as both sighed at him, and Greenland stepping out of the cabin with a pillow to comfort their captain.

Meanwhile, in the markets, there are a group of friends selling weapons and accessories at their shop as well as escorting a mysterious man with them.

"Come one, come all to our blacksmith shop and inventory!" a calculating and business-like man with glasses said eagerly.

He has blonde hair in a blow cut and a pair of teal eyes. He is wearing a business, white collared shirt with a blue vest and pants. He has a pair of business shoes on and is holding a notebook to keep track of their inventory and money.

"Estonia!" a young lady shouted in a panic, "I require your assistance please!"

"What could it be, Latvia?" Estonia asked curiously as he adjusted his glasses and followed her.

Although Latvia appears petit and frail, she isn't. She's the blacksmith of the group. She has pale, brown hair and clear blue eyes. She has a small hat in her hair and has hairpins to pull her hair back from her face. Since she isn't making any weapons today, she is wearing a white shirt with a black vest. Her skirt is long with a black and red plaid pattern. She has a red ribbon around her neck while wearing steel-toed boots.

"It is the claymore! I suppose it is a little heavier than I thought when I created it" she commented as the large sword laid on the floor.

Estonia shrugged and put his notebook down to then attempting to pick it up only to struggle! He couldn't even get it off the floor of their blacksmith shop!

"Oh, dear. I do not believe I can do that. Lithuania! A little help please!" Estonia called out.

A tall man with short, brown hair and green eyes walked out of the tent and looked at the large sword. He is wearing a white shirt with a brown vest with blue patterns on the edges of it. He is wearing a pair of brown pants and rough, brown belt. He has tough brown boots with his sword at his side.

He effortlessly picked up the sword and exited it to place it with the other weapons before returning to them.

"Not to worry. I can't believe you made another weapon like that Latvia. It is impressive" Lithuania commented as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and realized their other friend was not present, "Wait, where is Poland and our guest?"

Latvia turned to the tents and tugged at the ropes while calling out in worry, "Poland? Are you and our guest ok?"

There was a loud crush and some curses in Polish. Lativa cautiously stepped away as Poland stormed out of the tent with their guest behind her. She appeared to be furious as she stood in front of Lithuania.

She has short blonde hair and bright green eyes. She is wearing a white shirt with a brown vest with flowers swooned into it. She has a flowy, pink skirt with white socks and a pair of brown slippers. She has a flower crown in her hair as a beautiful, yet dangerous sword was at her side.

"Lit! Where is my napkin?!" she asked annoyed.

Latvia sighed in relief as she went to find it while Estonia walked to their guest.

"Ah, sorry about Poland, Egypt. Are you ok?" he asked with a nervous expression.

Egypt is a small young man with a white cloth tied around his head to keep his hair and sweat out of his face. He has a golden ring in his ear. He does have brown hair and pale, green eyes. He is wearing an excavation gear and pants. He has tough white socks and brown boots that could withstand a sandstorm.

Egypt only nodded his head before returning to his tent, leaving a confused Estonia and relieved Lithuania.

"Hey! Jerks! We are here!" a gruff, Swiss voice shouted as he turned around to gaze at the trio of siblings and little sister.

He has short blond hair that is cut up in different directions. He has a pair of dark, emerald eyes. There is a white beret on his head with a dark, green jacket with a black collar and white cross at his left arm. He has a white collared shirt underneath it and a pair of tan boots. He is wearing tough, black boots. There is a backpack on his back with his rifle. He is thorough angry that he is even here.

"Ah, big brother Switzerland" his little sister, Liechtenstein, whispered nervously, "I know you are upset, but we agreed to do this to find our family. Please be nicer"

Liechtenstein has short, blond hair that is matching Switzerland's. She has brighter, green eyes. She is wearing a beautiful, pink dress with a purple ribbon around her neck and one in her hair. She has a pair of white boots on. She does have her own pistol at her side.

Switzerland only spared them a glance before answering in a gruff voice, "Fine, but I am still angry at those jerks! I can't believe they did this and even dragged you into it!"

He stormed towards the sails and prepared to dock as Liechtenstein sighed.

"Ah, I know he means well" Ukraine spoke in a gentle tone, "And I can relate too. My little brother is a bit of pain. I do hope presenting him to the royal family could gain him a wife"

He has short, blonde hair neatly comb back with a fancy, silver scarf around his neck. He has green and blue eyes glowing with worry. He has a fancy, well made, silver coat with a fancy, white collared shirt underneath. He has fancy, silver pants and black shoes. He has a black bag to hold some goods.

"Russia! Belarus! Are you ready?" Ukraine called as he turned to face his younger siblings.

He is the oldest brother to Russia and Belarus. He's a duke along with Russia while Belarus is a duchess. All of them inherited vast wealth and learned how to gain more money through trades and controlling their farmland to the best of their abilities. Right now, Ukraine was trying to find suitable partners for his younger siblings and ensure of their futures. He wrote a letter asking for help from the king who suggested Russia should meet his little sister. Ukraine really wanted his younger siblings to start acting like adults and make their own choices.

"We are fine, Ukraine!" Russia spoke happily, "So, are we finally in a warmer place than our home?"

Russia is a little taller than Ukraine and has short silver hair with purple eyes. He is wearing a white scarf that Ukraine made by hand for his birthday. He is wearing a long, silver coat with a fancy, red shirt. He has a blue cape flowing behind him. Black boots are on his feet with white gloves on his hands.

"Yes, we are" Ukraine spoke with a grin as he knew Russia would enjoy the warm climate, "Now, please be on your best behavior. Belarus? Where are you?"

"Right here" she answered in a deadpanned tone, "When do we return home?"

Belarus is their youngest sister. She has long, blonde hair with a white ribbon in her hair. She has a pair of black gloves and slippers on with long, black stockings. She is wearing a beautiful, purple dress with a fancy black bow over her neck. She has a black and white ribbon wrapped around her waist which holds her knives.

"Ah, wonderful. Now, when we get there, I except the best behavior from you" Ukraine explained to them in a serious manner, "I do not want any trouble. Otherwise, I will ground the both of you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Of course!/Sure" Russia and Belarus answered, one with excitement while the other hand dread.

Russia grabbed the rails of the grand ship and gazed out into the bright, lively, lush kingdom.

"Do you think we will finally be able to make friends?" Russia asked in a hopeful manner, "I would love to even have one friend!"

It is true that it has always been the three of them, so Russia dreamed to make a friend at their time here.

Switzerland only scoffed as he harshly whispered to himself, "Who needs friend when you already have a crazy, family filled with idiots? Honestly, the last thing anyone needs is jerky friends!"

Liechtenstein knew that wasn't true since Switzerland used to speak with France over letters. She only smiled at him as they prepared to dock the ship and begin their own search for their family.

With that, those from faraway land gathered in one kingdom. A kingdom and a curse that would let them embark on a grand journey that would change their lives forever.