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Introduction

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(no one povs)

In this world, you have the be the stronger. If not, you'll be shallowed by the stronger than you. If you're not strong enough, put up a facade instead. That usually works in this hell. Hmm? Who am I? No one important. I'm just here to tell you a story. A story about three persons that have not much in commun. Our story start here, in the 2p world. Like I said earlier, its a cruel world where you have to be or look or act the stronger, the smarter, to survive. In this world live humans and an other kind of being called 'nations'. All of them are actually stronger than a normal human and have lived for longer than one. They rule this world in the shadows and behind the back of their leaders. They can start wars just for the silliest reason and don't really care about the mortals. But, some of them stand out from this little group of immortal, some different. They act different, they don't look very treatening and are actually pretty nice. Of course, like humans, the nations aren't really fond of them but are stuck with them any because they can't kill them. Our 'heroes' comes from this little group. Let me introduce them!

Oliver

*England, London, Oliver's house, 11:30 AM*

Here is the house of a colorful man named Oliver Kirkland, Also known as England. Oliver isn't the kind of man to hurts anyones, either that its their feeling or just physically. That was the difference that maked him an outcast between his kind, but it doesn't bother him. He like being different, original. Oliver was currently making some sweets and tea for some guest that were supposed to come at any moment now. He hummed a song while he took out a plate of cupcakes out of the oven to let them cool down on the counter. He look at the time and sigh. '' They were supposed to be there by now.''. The cherry haired man took out his cellphone and text one of the expected guest.

François/sugarplum

 Oliver: Franny!!!

François: Quoi?

Oliver: Where are you?

François: At my house....Why?

Oliver: You were supposed to come visit me with Allan and Matt!

François: ......I forgot.

Oliver: Then get out and come! I'm have make cupcakes!

François: .... Don't have time.

Oliver: Since when you don't have time?!

François: Since now.

Oliver: What are you doing?

François: Not of your bussiness.

Oliver: Then can it wait?

François: Oliver, stop asking questions and leave me alone.

Oliver: No! You promised you would come.

François: Vas te faire foutre.

Oliver: What did you say to me?!

Oliver: Next time you come at my house, you will put a 2 dollars for the swear jar!

Oliver: François?