BeBe: I don't own Hetalia

He could be strong, though very few saw so. He could be the strongest country in the world if he wanted to. It was painfully obvious that he had the potential to actually make something of himself. Though, no one seemed to be able to look past his flirty attitude to see it.

I see it, though. I can see right through the rose in his mouth, and the seductive look in his eye. He can actually make something of himself, if he really wanted to.

Though, I think that the reason he doesn't want to, is because he believes he can't. I think that the reason that he hasn't surpassed the other 'Allies' is because he thinks he's not good enough. He tries to hide it, but nothing gets pass me.

Of course, though, my opinions do not matter. For I am not a country. I am merely, a county. Allbeit, probably the most famous county in the world, but, never the less, a county. And, you know, there's a lot more of a difference between 'country' and 'county' besides an 'r'.

My name, is Brittany.

Often, I wonder how people cannot see who he really is. Yet, then I begin to wonder if it really is I who does not see who he trully is. I am a county in his country, after all. So, I should think highly of him, should I not?

"Brittany!" he calls from down the hall.

I'm brought out of my thoughts, and I run towards him. His eyes are hard to read. Is he upset with how the meeting went? I she feeling left out, again? Even I can't tell at times.

"Yes, sir?" I ask. I'm the head maid of the house hold. The, second in command if you will.

"You were lost in your thoughts again." his voice is slightly disapproving. I am the only one who gets to see this side of him. The side that isn't flirty, slightly idiotic, and afraid-an Italy, if I may. "That's not good. It shows poorly on our household, and on the other staff. You're the head of the staff, I expect better than you."

"Sorry, sir." I say, bowing slightly, and blushing.

"Don't do it again."

"I promise not to, sir."

"Good." he turns to leave.

"Uh, big brother!" France turns, surprised. I have not called him 'big brother' in a long time. I am slightly surprised as well, though, as a good maid, I do not let it show. "How did the meeting with the others go?"

I make my blue eyes go wide, trying to look like the little girl I once was, a long time ago. When France first had adopted me, and gave me a home. When he used to make me gormet breakfasts everyday, instead of the other way around.

I do not mind the way things are, now. It seems to suit me just fine. But, sometimes I have to bring out the big guns to get what I want.

He smiles slightly at me, and I know that I've won. "Good."

I know he's found something to fight for. I know I'm the only one that can see it, though. I'm not sure what it is, but I know what it's not. Me.

But, I'm okay with that. He's already looked down upon so much, by the others. If his reason to fight were me, it would just lower him down, not help him rise.

And, there's alot more of a difference between 'county' and 'country' besides an 'r'.

BeBe: I'm not sure if Brittany is a county or a provadince. But, county went better with the story line, if you ask me.