I changed the powers for Argentina and Chile. It will be edited by the time this chapter is out. If you're too lazy or simply don't want to go back then I'll tell you the new powers : Chile can guilt trip extremely well so he's cold and cruel, not to Argentina though. Although with the power he gains with guilt tripping, he can use it to shake or break the floor.
Argentina can drain power from one, and the power is any emotion, with it, he can dance like a god on a rope. It's very attractive to the ladies.
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The boy was covering his face with something, like a mask but it wasn't exactly a mask so I couldn't really make out his face. Although he wore a white scarf with red stripes and bloody patterns. His outfit seemed causal. He crossed his arms. "Are you gonna talk?" He asked. The kid had a accent, a heavy one and I've never heard anything like it.
-"Oh yeah- sorry- who are you? I've never seen you around." I asked.
The boy took off what was his covering his face and he was good-looking. He was pale with freckles. His eyes were gentle as the seas stared at me. His face also had a bandage on it. Now he looked slightly dirty as his hair was messy and he had some stains on his face. I grabbed a small napkin from my pouch and poured some water from my water bottle in it.
The boy was confused and I cleaned some stains on his face. "Hey-" He struggled to get my hands away from him. I know it's kind of odd for a woman from such a high family to be wiping dirt off a strangers face. When I finished cleaning his face, the boys face was now a gentle red. I gasped in worry.
-"Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!" I panicked.
The boy shook his head. "Nono, ma'am, you didn't hurt me." He smiled softly. I sighed in relief.
-"Thank goodness. Are you going to Spain's land to see Peru get his gift?" I asked.
The boy tilted his head a bit. I chuckled a bit. "Spain, also known as País de Tempestas?" I spoke again. The kid seemed confused. A sudden change of expression happened on his face.
-"Oh- yes- him! Of course I am!" A sudden change in his voice happened as well. His voice sounded more bold and powerful. Not sure if it's because of his accent but yeah. I smiled. -"Great! I'll see you there!" I said happily and tried to walk away.
The boy pulled my hand and I nearly fell but I managed to catch my balance. I looked at him. -"Would you like to buy some potatoes?" He asked nervously with a slight chuckle.
When he said that, I looked at him and realized he had a cart behind him, full of sacks, filled with potatoes. I felt bad for him having to carry all of that alone so I nodded. I bought a few and shoved them into my pouch. There was still enough space for a few things and it wasn't the heavy too.
-"Oh- I'm also sorry for slapping you!! I-I didn't mean too I just- wanted your attention. So you're really New Zealand? The New Zealand?" The boy said.
I nodded. "Yep. What's your name?"
I asked, as this boy seemed nice aside from slapping me just to catch my attention. I guess it's kind of my fault for not paying attention. The boys face turned a hot red. "My name is-"
-"NEW ZEALAND!!" A strong voice with a heavy accent screamed out, I knew who it was.
I turned to see my older brother Australia. He grabbed me by my arm and dragged me away. I watched the boy fade away into the crowd of people and I looked at him. My wrist was hurting but I didn't mind, Australia's grip was always tight. I sighed.
-"Oh Kiwi, you sweet baby-" He carefully as he could squished my chubby cheeks.
It felt like a pinch, a really hard one, but I don't mind. Australia kissed my head. -"Come on, we'll arrive late if we don't leave now." He lifted me up without a problem.
I was "fat" according to everyone. Mom cares about beauty and is the face of perfection. She says I'm pretty as a woman in a field of dandelions, that I'm full of personality. I don't exactly care about my weight until it comes to dresses, the dresses will always be so tight I feel like I can't breathe on occasions. It's upsetting.
I wish I was skinny like everyone else. Nobody likes a fat woman.
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I'm getting off track! Suddenly, I feel a burst of wind go past me and Australia. Clouds begin to form as it starts raining. My brother hovers over me so I wouldn't get wet but my dress was getting soaked from the bottom. Australia was quickly picked me up and rushed me back home.
Thunder crashes down on our parade. My brother is quick and he quickly puts me inside. We see our uncle Spain. He's freaking out and going in circles. My father, UK, is trying to calm him down.
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My mother watched from the window in her room. Canada was already there, he was sitting in perfection. Clouds were inside the house and it was raining. Spain looks at us and sighs in relief slightly, the rain calming down but there was still rain. My father put his hand on their shoulder.
-"You're gonna get the kids wet and you're causing the weather to go crazy in town. Please relax. Why are you here? We were supposed to meet you guys on your side of the town." My father explained.
He was helping Spain calmed down and it worked. My uncle relaxed.
-"I'm here to pick you guys up and make sure you guys are alright- I'm really nervous about today. What if it doesn't go well like-" My uncle spoke with his accent but was stopped.
My fathers eyes were glowing the bright green they were. The hypnotizing green eyes. His hand was in a pinching position. He had shut Spain. My mother opened her window and looked down at us.
-"What has he spoken." Mom said in her heavy accent.
Me and my brothers quickly rushed off as when those 3 are in the same room, or household, it gets crazy. My uncle just wants to make sure everything will be okay- nothing like a screwup like me ruining it.
We'll be on our way soon, we have to pack up and get some decorations anyways.
