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SWITZERLAND
There is definitely some off putting aspect of being cornered by a female Representative who you barely talk with. It becomes a little ridiculous when you realize she had waited purposefully until all of your other friends were out of sight.

Switzerland had strived to keep a low profile throughout the entire school year ⎯ and to retain his neutral stance, never got too close with anyone, fearing that it would sway relations in the real world. Just recently he had started talking with the Nordic country Representatives, who had kept a reasonable and grateful distance, and it was one of the days where he had hung out with them for lunch. One time wasn't much of a problem. Often. In this context.

The moment they had parted for break, he was immediately approached by Colombia, and given the beads of sweat trailing down her cheeks, she had been out in the baking sun for some time.

"Hi," she exhaled.

"Hi?" Switzerland asked, bewildered.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You just did," he frowned.

"Uh," Colombia stuttered. "Okay. So⎯ do you mind if we go to the hallways or something? I'm slowly getting deep-fried." She pointed to a nearby building.

"Sure," he replied (it was more of a question) reluctantly, and when they had made the awkward walk from here to there, the cool conditioning of the commons swept across his body as they headed into the interior. She led him into the quietest corners of the area where students often sat to do homework, and Switzerland suddenly backed away worriedly, suspicious of her intentions.

"No!" she defended. "Nothing weird. I just need a favor from you."

Switzerland raised an eyebrow. "What is it? Because⎯"

"Do you like spy movies?"

"Huh?' he blurted, now just purely confused.

"Sorry. I was just curious. Have you seen any of the Representatives of bigger countries lately?"

"Like⎯"

"Russia, America, China," Colombia finished for him, and Switzerland sat down after a moment of debating, now a slight bit more invested than before. This girl did not let him finish his damn sentences.

"No," he said slowly, squinting at her like it would tell him the reason behind this odd conversation. "In fact, I haven't."

"And you know how everyone's talking about it but how none of the teachers are acknowledging it?"

"...Yeah. What about it, then?"

Colombia pursed her lips just as the bell rang. "I do hope you're more defiant than you seem to be."

★

"You really think so?" Britain asks, swinging his golf club across the skies, and the small rubber ball soars past the trees and just a few centimeters' short of the hole.

"I know so," Soviet chuckles, and his own golf ball knocks his old allies' one into the goal. Britain groans, tossing his club to the side to have another swig of Whiskey from his waterbottle.

"The hell are you guys talking about? comes a voice from afar. "Can we go home already, please!" America yells. "I'm not chair-rotting for the next two hours while the two old men play golf!"