My First Country meeting
Tuesday, January 15
I followed Germany, or doitsu as me and Italy liked to call him, down the large hallways into the meeting room for my first time. There were TONS of people there and several groups counting the axis.
Neither of us had thought through what to say to France or Russia when they found out who i was. I’ve been living with the Beildismidts for about 3 months now and had hoped to be forgotten by the outside world.
“Germany how did you get Ahold of her!?” The frenchman said in a swaying accent.
I stepped behind my close friend. “Vhy do you care? Zhe has Nothing to do vith you anymore.” He ordered sternly. I Caught Russia’s eyes. I only blinked for a second and when my eyelashes fluttered open the tall intimidating Russian had his hands on me.
“You no want to become one with mother Russia, da?” He cocked his head in a smile of intimidation.
“Nah, no thanks. I Just wanna go now-“ I turned around quickly to hit a hard mass, slowly realizing Germany’s dissapearence. “OW!” I looked up.
A tall blonde haired man with emerald eyes looked down at me and bowed apoligeticlly. “Sorry to cause you trouble miss.” He had a soft britizh tone. I noticed his very bushy eyebrows and couldn’t help but to touch them.
“What is the name of FLYING MINT BUNNY ARE YOU DOING??” He shrieked.
“Catapillar.”
“HAHAHA DUDE YOUR BROWS GET ALL THE CHICKS!” Another obnoxious one yelled.
“OH, SHUT UP.”
Germany grabbed my arm and led me to another room, And closed the door behind him.
“Stay here.” He ordered.
“Why?” I protested, testing his patience.
“I’ll find someone to entertain you now stay.”
“What if i don’t want to?” He was fighting back anger.
“I kill you with Gil’s invisible mustache.”
“Come on, is That all you got?” I pushed watching his face fill with anger.
“NO. I’ll FEED YOU TO MY DOGS.” He screamed at me.
“I’ll stay.” I mumbled in a quiet voice. Sadly i’m still afraid of those 4 dogs That never quit barking. Guess that’s my problem.
I’m Sure My Adventures will continue.
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