A/N: Hiya! :D Welcome to my first fanfiction~! I hope you enjoy it~

I felt panic run through my veins as I ran down the hall. My first world meeting, THE very first time I would ever be recognized by the world as a country, and I was going to be late. God, no, please not now not now not now not-

I never got to finish my thought-I was too busy running into another country as I rounded a corner.

I looked at the country I had just so rudely rammed into. I muttered apologies to him. I started to get up when I realized he was standing now, one hand outstretched, his warm purple eyes smiling apologetically. I heard a muttered apology, but it took a moment for me to realize the mumbles were coming from his mouth, not mine. I smiled back, and realized who he was. I didn't realize I was blushing until I saw my reflection looking back at me in his glasses. His purple eyes were very familiar-I bowed my head apologetically. "S-Sorry, Mr. Canada, sir." I looked up at him again, looked at him like I was a little puppy dog who'd been caught doing something naughty.

His eyebrows were raised in suprised. "You know who I am?"

I nodded. "I don't know why people get you and America confused so much. You two look completely different." I hesitated. "Do...you know who I am?"

The older country frowned a little. "Aren't you the new country?"

I nodded hastily. "Well, one of them, at least." With any luck, my friend, Maya, would be coming to the next meeting. "I'm the Principality of Sol e~"

Canada grinned. "Oh, yeah, you! You're the one with the bright neon flag."

My heart fluttered. Breathlessly, I nodded. Someone knew who I was! Someone important, not some other little principality who was dying to be in my place. My grin widened when Canada continued. "Actually, I came here to find you. You're late for the meeting, you know.

I blushed. "Yes, I know. I hope I won't make a bad impression on the other countries because of it."

"Oh, don't you worry yourself. Lots of new countries are late to their first few meetings. C'mon, let's go."

I grinned and followed Canada down the hallway. I was happy-no, elated-to have made a friend so early on. And, at that, one that was so kind, so sweet, so adorable...

...Wait what? What was I...? I blinked and shook the thought away. We were finally at the meeting room.

Canada looked back at me with those gorgeous purple eyes and smiled. "Well, milady, we're here. It was wonderful to meet you, Sol e."

I felt my cheeks grow warm. "You too, Canada. I hope I get to see you again sometime soon-you seem like a wonderful country."

Canada blushed, nodded in agreement, and opened the door for me.

"Yo, dude, the new coun-tray is here!"

"It's about bloody time she got here."

"Oh la la! She is finally here, non? Elle arrive~"

"She will be the next country to become one with Mother Russia, da?"

"I wonder what she will be like, aru."

A flood of excited voices reached my ears, an absurd combination of various languages and accents. Terrifyingly, I understood them all-that was one of my deep dark secrets. My eyes drifted over to a man with messy blond hair, bushy eyebrows and a pair of striking green eyes. I moved through the crowd towards him, and he smiled warmly at me as I bounced over to his seat. I wrapped my arms around him for a brief moment before sitting in the empty seat next to him. "Hi, Arthur", I whispered.

"Hello, Ariana" he whispered back. "It's wonderful to finally see you here; I'm very proud of you."

I beamed up at him.

"Just..." he hesitated. "Promise me you won't become like the other morons here, alright?"

I laughed a little and nodded.

"Okay, guys! Let's settle down, shut up, and get this meeting on the road!"

I turned my eyes towards the boisterous blonde who had spoken and tried to not blush. I knew all to well who he was, having been raised by Britain. The United States of America, better known to me as Alfred F. Jones. He had been my childhood crush, even though he was a few centuries older than me. His brilliant blue eyes sparkled brightly. He was speaking passionately about something, but I wasn't listening. I was lost in thought, lost in his voice. Maybe I still liked him. Just a little bit.

Suddenly, Arthur-no, I was in a formal setting-England spoke up. Whatever Alfr-America's plan was, England objected to it. I tuned it out, like I was back at home on a weekend. They bickered all the time, but sometimes I really thought it was all for show.

America and England traded a few verbal blows before another country spoke up. A few other countries pitched in on the argument, and before you knew it, the entire meetinghouse erupted in shouts. Everybody was putting in their two cents. My next-door neighbor, France, and England were at each other's necks. I heard somebody shouting about white flags. Chaos was an understatement.

Just when it was getting to be too much, one of the countries, who had been silent until now,shot up and slammed his hands down on the table. His icy blue eyes were full of fire as he began to yell. "LISTEN, you idioten! We have a very important meeting to get to here! You all need to SHUT UP, sit down, and STOP FIGHTING! F r die liebe Gottes*, we have a new country present today! Is this really the example you want to set?"

Miraculously, the fighting stopped. "Oh yeah! That's right! We have a new country today, don't we?" America smiled at me. I smiled back at him like a moron for a moment until England nudged me gently.

"Oh!" I stood up hastily, knocking over a bottle of water. Gasping loudly, I reached to pick it up and, in the process, soumersaulted over the table and into the middle of the circle. I sat up slowly. All eyes were on me, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I stood up and cleared my throat. "U-Um...I'm the Princiaity of Sol e." I laughed nervously and bowed a little. "N-Nice to meet you all."

Silence.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, everybody started laughing. As it just so happened, my fall had relieved all of the tension in the room by providing much needed comical relief. I laughed along with them a little before picking up the water bottle and scuttling back to my seat. The laughter died down shortly afterwards and America dismissed the meeting. I gave England a hug and turned to leave. On my way out, I heard a voice behind me, heavily accented in Italian.

"That was quite an entrance, ragazza."

I turned to look at the source of the voice. He had dark brown hair with a funny hair curling away from him on the right side of his head. His chesnut eyes were glaring at me, and I got the impression he looked like this normally. I also felt like I'd seen him before-he looked like my other neighbor, Feliciano, but he clearly wasn't. "I'm so sorry, sir. Who are you?"

He focused his glare on me. "I'm Italy Romano. You know mio fratellino*, Veniciano. Well, I'm his big brother."

"Oh! I thought you looked familiar. I've seen you next door. You live with Feli?"

"Vee~! Did somebody call me~?"

I looked behind Romano and grinned. "Hey there, Feli~" Feliciano had talked to me many times after I had moved in to my own place a few weeks prior. He had visited many times,and even asked me over for dinner a few times. He was very sweet, but I had never met his big brother. Feliciano was holding the hand of a much larger man. I recognized him as the man who had stopped the argument earlier today. I smiled at him. "You're the man who stopped the meeting today~"

The man smiled the tiniest bit at me. "Ja. Sorry you had to see them arguing, Sol e."

"No, it's okay, Mister..."

"Germany."

"Germany. Somehow, I get the impression most meetings are just like that."

Romano spoke up. "Yeah. My idiot brother always starts crying and waving those damn flags in everybody's faces and the potato bastard shuts everybody up."

My frowned at Romano. "Heeey, easy there. No need to be such a jackass."

Feli looked at me and smiled reassuringly. "Oh, don't worry, Ari~ He always acts like that, I promise~ He really really is nice beneath it all~"

Romano crossed his arms stubbornly and turned away. "Whatever. Like Hell I am." I glanced at Feliciano and raised a skeptical eyebrow. He grinned nervously.

I cleared my throat. "Well...um, nice to meet you, Romano. And you, Mister Germany~" I looked at Feliciano. "Feli, walk me home?"

"Vee~! Sure! Big brother, are you coming?"

Romano pouted. "Hell no."

"Doitsu, are you coming~?"

"Ja. I'll tag along."

The three of us said goodbye to Romano, who stormed off. I walked to Feliciano's left, and Germany to his right. I noticed that Ita and Germany were holding hands. "So, Mister Germany..."

"Ja?"

"Is 'Doitsu' your name? It doesn't sound German."

"Nein. 'Doitsu' is 'Germany' in Japanese."

"Oh, I see~" I smiled. "So it's a term of endearment. Adorable."

Germany blushed, and we kept walking. More small talk was held between us, and Germany mentioned something about running laps.

"Veeee...but I don't wanna run laps~" Feli whined.

"'Run laps'?" I echoed vaguely.

"Ja. Even in times of peace, I see to it that Italy and Japan get their training in." He just barely smiled. "Especially Italia. You understand, correct?"

I giggled and nodded. "Think I can join in on some training sessions~? I don't think I have any enemies, but I also don't exectly have an army."

Germany was about to answer, but Italy answered. "Vee, that'd be great~! Since Japan doesn't come to many training sessions anymore, I don't have a training buddy~" He turned to Germany. "Vee, vee, vee~! Can we keep her~? Please~?"

Germany smiles a little. "Yes, Italia." He looked at me. "I can have Italy drop by your house tomorrow morning to bring you to training. 8:30 sharp. Be at my house and ready to train at 9:00. Ja?"

I grinned. "Yup~! Can do, Mister Germany~"

"Vee~!"

By the time the conversation was over, we were at my house. I kissed Feli on both cheeks, shook Germany's hand, and headed inside. Compared to other countries, my house was small-three stories (four if you count the basement). The land itself, which was, oh, five or six acres, cut a few square feet out of Italy's yard and a few square yards out of France's. It wasn't much to blink at, but I was happy with it. It was small, but what sold me was the location-I had a perfect view of the Mediteranian Sea from my balcony. The sunsets were stellar-I'd never seen a real one at Arthur's house.

When I got inside, I made myself some tea and headed up to my balcony. I leaned against the railing, staring out to the west at all of the colors glistening on the sea. I smiled and took in the view. I could see France's grape vineyar from here, too. I glanced over to the east. I could see Italy's house from here. In fact, I could see Romano in the tomato garden from here. He looked in my direction. I smiled and waved at him. He glared at me and waved back. I looked back out to the sea and couldn't help but think that I was finally right where I wanted to be.

A/N: Aaaaaaand that's the first chapter! :D I'm sorry if it's not super amazing or anything. ^^; Please let me know if there are any grammar errors~

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