Welcome to the world!

"Hello, my name is Palamecia and I am the newest country." ...That is what I said to ten other countries this morning... This new life is...interesting, to say the most. I'm still not sure how I became a country but all I do know is that this morning, I woke up to a new stage in my life. As my eyes opened from my rest, I noticed that there was somebody really close to my face, and I didn't know who this person was! He was tall, wearing a tan-ish coat and a long scarf, he had purple eyes and a hair color that somewhat reminded me of wheat. He seemed really friendly, but I wasn't in the mood for chit-chat as soon as I woke up, so I growled "I don't know who you are, but if you don't get out of my face--!". At that point he stood up, walked in front of my bed, and started chanting something that sounded like "Kol kol kol..."! I was afraid for my life, so I ran out the door...and into yet another person! "Ack! Watch where you're going, you git!" he shouted as three--no, four more people came into view! Aggrivated, I got to my feet and shouted "Who in the name of Ultima are you all and WHAT are you doing in my house?!". Only one person spoke after that, a man in a bomber jacket with glasses and a single hair sticking out from the rest of his hair. "I'm America, the person you bumped into was England, that's France, there's China, and finally, Russia is in your room!" he said with a grin. "Oh, well who's that?" I said, pointing at another person who was holding what appeared to be a polar bear cub. "Ah, you mean Canada!" said the one called France. "So why ARE you all here?" I asked. "We heard that you was a new country and decided to tell you what you are and introduce ourselves!" said a voice from behind me, instantly making me unnerved. I turned around and saw Russia, and that's all I remember because I fainted... When I woke up, England had already made breakfast. "Sorry for yelling like that at you all, but I was startled to see people in my house because I live alone." I said, taking a bite out of a breakfast pastry which America called scones. I chewed the pastry a few times, swallowed, and said "This is one of the most delicious foods I have ever eaten!". I think France was shocked the most, because he was as pale as a ghost! "France, is something wrong?" I asked. "Everyone else seems to hate my cooking." England said. "You're the first country to say you liked my food!". I looked at everyone else and they confirmed it with a nod. After breakfast, four more people arrived, two of which I assumed were brothers, both sporting hair curls. The other two looked quite intimidating. "Hello, newcomers." I said, trying to be as polite as possible. One of the two that I assumed as brothers said "I'm North Italy, that's Germany, there's Japan, and this is my brother South Italy!" he said. "Do you like pasta?" he added shortly after introducing the other three. "It's fine, but I'll pass on the tomato sauce." I said, much to the shock of the other. Eventually, they said that I have to be called by the name of my country, Palamecia. I suppose I could get used to life as a country, but I know it's not going to be instant...