Eyes of an examerican[remake]

chapter 3

In the city that used to be a capitol. In the blue building with the white and blue lobby and the brown haired receptionist. In a little apartment with neutral walls and nice view. A figure finishes eating the dinner it had prepared and leaves the unremarkable apartment.

As the figure walks down the hall it glances in a hand held mirror.

Auburn hair. Light hazel eyes. Pale skin.

Female.

She smiles and strides down the hall once more.

She arrives at a lavish and expensive bar. Walking in she goes directly to the back, to the bar itself and enters. The bartender looks at her with a slightly surprised and mostly annoyed expression.

"Hey, what are you-"

He never finishes his question as his eyes reflect a brilliant blue and then goes back to the stormy gray they were before. He acts more kindly this time.

"Good evening, Sarah, you're just in time for your shift," He smiles warmly at her, like dear old friends.

"Thank you Mr. Oliver, I'll take over from here," The woman smiles back with earnest... ness...

"Thanks, Sarah, goodnight."

"'Night."

Mr. Oliver then took off his apron and left the bar. He never thought once about how he never met her before.

Sarah, as the woman was referred to, put on a different apron and a name tag saying 'Sarah McAlisson.' She tosses her braided hair across her shoulder and flashes a dazzling smile at the nearest bartenders who can't help but stare. Business increased by twenty percent that night.

Finally, around ten o'clock the reason why Sarah is here arrives. Well, reasons.

"You bloody frog! Can't you ever keep your hands to yourself?"

"I simply cannot resist l'amour! Ohonhonhonhon~"

"Don't touch me there, wanker!"

The woman sighed. She wondered why she came here tonight and vaguely remembered a desire. To see... She couldn't remember. The decision was made in a different mind, a different form.

"Mademoiselle, come over here, sil vous plait?" A French voice called her.

She comes over and flashes them her dazzling smile, her signature for tonight, "Good evening, gentlemen. Would you like something?"

"Well, yes. There is a certain something I would like..." The Frenchman gave her a seductive look than would work on anyone. Except for non-humans. So, instead, she shuddered.

"You frog!" The Englishman smacked him on the back of his head and turned to the woman with an apologetic look, "I'm terribly sorry forthat."

Don't worry, you'll be worse than that after a couple drinks.

"It's fine, sir. Happens a lot in bars these days." She gives a genuine smile that only a truly happy human could give. Too bad it was a fake.

England ordered and went back to arguing with France. For a second her look softened, then hardened, and then she turned her attention to another customer.

"The wanker! I just wanted to help him but he, he, he..." The drunken Englishman trailed off.

"Honestly, l'angleterre, you must learn how to hold your liquor," France shook his head sadly.

"I can hold my bloody liquor, you frog! Or did you forget that I'm the great British Empire?" He rants.

"You haven't been the British Empire for quite some time," France chuckled.