You looked around, no one was there, you were lying in a field, the sun shining down on your face. You picked yourself up off the tall grass, thinking to yourself, 'where am I?' Just then, you heard someone running up behind you, getting scared, you prepared yourself and slung your arm back, hitting whatever it was behind you apparently in the face, because you soon heard them say,
"Ouch, zat HURT..." said a little blonde boy with a French accent.
"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what happened... I thought someone was sneaking up behind me, so I reacted, I didn't know..."
"Vell, it's hard to stay mad at a petite fille as beautiful as you!~" The boy answered.
"Hey! Who are you calling small! You're just as tall as me!" You retorted, your (e/c) eyes glaring into his blue ones.
"Ohonhonhon, I believe I am taller, and by ze way, je m'appelle Francis, but I am called France, et tu t'appelle?" Francis asked, you didn't know what he asked you, but you supposed it was your name.
"U-um, my name is ____... But you can call me (country name) if you'd like..." you answer, looking down at the grass so fiercely you thought it would burst into flames from the heat of your glare.
"Ah, so the fille is a new country, no wonder you didn't seem to have parents with you..." Francis was eyeing you like a fresh piece of steak, and it didn't feel good. He must have noticed your fear because snapped out of it quickly and asked,
"Vhat's wrong, ma cherie? I know, how about you come stay with me until ze next world meeting?" He smiled at this and whispered under his breath something like, "and then I can show off my new territory to that stupid scone-breath." You were going to ask him who Mr. Scone-Breath was, but you thought it was for the best that you just cut off just cut off his ranting by asking,
"Okay, how far away is your home?"
