Narrator-kun pov
Allen L. Jones. A player, a womanizer, a lady magnet; in other words...he was a slut. Until he saw you in the world meeting to introduce you as a country. You were Greenland. Your human name, (your full name😗). You had a... uummm...you had a pretty 'gay' body type. Kinda muscular arms, a feminine torso and chest and to top it off you had some juicy thighs and a great ass. You, my dear reader, were a male homosexual. Still virgin, OF COURSE!!! What type of book is that?!?! It's Allen that's the man whore, not you, you precious, sinful reader. The Allen, had a crush. You would wear adorable outfits. Oversized sweaters, you had these wooden Harry Potter lookin' glasses with an average perscription. Black leggings, Nike runners. When you first came to a meeting, everyone stared at you, not with hate, but with curiosity. You had freckles since you were related to Oliver. You called him Olli-Loly, he kissed your cheek and you would either giggle with a cherry red face, or hide your face in embarrassment. One time you fell asleep during a meeting from a lack of sleep. Since the cold Frenchman was to weak to resist the kawaii-ness, he put you on his lap sideways. Oliver used his magic and put cat ears and a cat tail and...they all died. Matt literally was on the ground shaking just to stay stable from your cuteness. Allen...he fainted. When you shifted François quickly put you back in your seat and Oliver got rid of the cat ears and cat tail. You woke up with a cute yawn and looked around. The staring triggered guilt in your mind and you apologized many times. You and Lutz once had a conversation about his scars. You caressed them so gently that Lutz barely knew you were even touching him. You looked with amazment and tried to guess the stories behind each and every one. He said you were right every time (even though your stories were a lot more innocent then the real ones) to keep you happy. Allen and you would practice baseball together. More like him touching you in a bunch of places to correct your stance when pitching
(?). Victor would pick you up and hold you like a toddler. You were a very tiny person. Since Oliver is the shortest the others made you stand next to him. You were shoulder high in hight. A tiny gay baby you were. And Allen had a crush on you.
