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Fumi THIRTY!

I flipped through the Atlas, curled up on our couch.

"What'cha readin'?" Eri asked, leaning over the back.

"Maps," I answered.

"'Maps'?" she wondered, looking over my shoulder. I was currently studying the map of America.

"Mm-hm," I answered, frowning as I passed over the states.

"Why?"

"Gambler and womanizer," I stated, pointing to Nevada. "Spaz of a valley girl," I pointed at California. "Quiet, doesn't talk much," I jabbed at Alaska. "Referee, motherly," I motioned at New York, "Cowboy redneck," I grinned at Texas. "Greenie, magical," I murmured, resting my finger on Oregon. I paused, staring at the territory before shaking my head and continuing. "Loud, violent," I sighed, tapping on Washington, "and he's quiet and hard working," I praised towards Idaho.

Eri just looked at me. "Really? You're giving them stereotypical personalities?"

I shrugged, moving on. "And America is loud, loves junk food, is horrible in school, and is freaky strong."

She shook her head, but was interested of what I uncovered next. Turning the page, I found Europe.

"Haggas and hash," I grinned, pointing to Scotland, "Has a pet dragon," I tapped on Wales. "Tea lover and gentleman, once a Pirate and punk rocker," I motioned at England.

Moving onto the mainland I jabbed my finger at France. "Pervert."

"Whut," Eri demanded.

I looked up at her. "Tamaki."

She snorted so hard I thought she was going to choke. "Okay, you win," she grinned, still laughing.

Grinning, I continued, moving to Spain. "Womanizer, not as bad as France. Torero." I looked over and saw Switzerland. "Strictly neutral. Shoots all that cross his borders without permission. His little sister is Liechtenstein, who is cute and innocent and wants to please her big brother. Aaand Big Brother Sveitzerlahnd doesn't like Austria, a piano lover who loves money."

Eri was snickering as I moved on. "Italy is a pasta lover who waves the white flag all the time," I smiled, tapping at the boot fondly, "And Germany is a strict militant who loves potatoes and is a softy under it all."

She giggled, but I was somewhere else. I was staring at Germany. Something was rousing in my chest, something I hadn't felt before. I closed my eyes, wanting to sort through myself to try and figure out why...

A man. A tall man with defined muscles. He had a scowl on his face. His blond hair was slicked back, staying out of his bright blue eyes. And then, more people appeared: a taller woman with dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. She had her hand on a boy's head, him looking like an exact replica of his mother save for pale skin. Another boy was hugging the man's leg, looking up at him with exact eyes as the man. He, too, looked like a replica of his mother save for the eyes. And in the man's arms was a girl who was an exact copy of him. Her blond hair was pulled back in puppy ears. The man's scowl turned into a fond smile as he held his daughter.

I shook my head roughly, snapping out of my daze.

"Somethin' wrong?" Eri asked, concerned.

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine... Thanks."

"Welcome. Hey, keep going--Who's Denmark?"

I smiled. "Loud, obnoxious beer lover who calls himself King."

She snickered. "Accurate."

I continued with the Nordics. "Iceland loves licorice and has a pet puffin, Norway is his big brother--he hates Denmark and can use magic and has troll friends just like how England has fairy friends. Sweden is quiet and calls Finland his wife. Finland is Santa Clause and is a cheery fellow, but he's scared to death of Russia. Sweden isn't."