Country names used. contains language.

Only thing owned by me is my made up country, Reyal. Don't go using him in a story unless you have my permission.

A strange friend, indeed.

Reyal is slowly walking to the world meeting, taking his time because he doesn't feel well.

he is a kinda mysterious country. Located near the middle of the North Sea. There are very few tourists that go there.

he has short black hair and the bangs brush right above his eyes, his eyes are gold. He's 6' 5, just the right amount of muscle, he's very attractive.

He reaches the meeting room and sits down by England. Reyal tends to hang out with him a lot.

England looks at him. "Hello. How are you?" He gives a small smile.

Reyal grunts. "Not that great. My stomach feels terrible."

England frowns. "You didn't have to come if you feel terrible." He lightly puts a hand on his back.

"oh well, I'm already here." Reyal shrugs. He grimaces as a sharp pain shot through him. He drops his forehead on the table and it hits with a loud thud.

The meeting starts a few minutes later and Reyal's head is killing him. He pulls his hood up and keeps his head on the table.

He tries to ignore evrything around him but he can't when France comes over and bugs England some.

England glares at France. "Go away you bloody frog."

France snickers. "Why? I can't talk to you and your gorgeous friend?"

Reyal lets out a low growl, loud enough that France and England can hear. France jumps. "What's wrong with mon friend?" He pats Reyal on the shoulder.

Reyal's growl gets noticeably louder, and a few other countries look at him. His head is still on the table. "Get out of here bloody whore."

France frowns. "I still don't see how you and England are so much alike."

Reyal growls again. "Because my country IS a part of England." His hands curl into tight fists, he's trying to keep his cool.

England glares at France. "Leave him alone, frog."

France frowns more. "Why? I can stay all I want."

Germany is about to say something to them when Reyal snaps. Reyal stands up and slams France against the wall, holding him there by his shirt.

"You REALLY do not me to get more pissed off than I am now. Because trust me, it will not be pretty. You'll be in a bunch of fucking bloody pieces on the floor. And everyone would be freaked out. Trust me."

He has a twisted expression on his face. He lets go of France and storms out the door.

France's heart is pounding as he stands there in shock. Everyone is just sitting there, not knowing what to do.

Germany is a bit shocked and Italy is hiding behind him.

England has no clue what to do either.

England is sitting in his room back home and is staring outside. The ground is lit by a full moon. He is trying to figure out what is going in with Reyal.

"Very strange. I never remember him doing that before. But of course, every other time he felt bad, he stayed home."

England goes through a random old book of his and stops on a page with a werewolf on it.

He reads it and notices something. "Feels sick on full moons." He reads more. "Lashes out at people sporadically." He scratches the back of his neck.

"hm..." England decides to visit Reyal tomorrow. He puts the book away carefully and goes to bed.