I sighed unhappily, running my fingers through my hair.

So maybe coming here was a bit of a mistake. All these people made me really nervous, especially the blondes arguing in the corner. England and France made me really nervous. They had changed my skin colour by 'colonizing' me.

I coughed, and tried to find America, but his eyes passed right past me. I sighed.

"Ah, it is Lucia! Lucia came to visit!" A high English voice said, delighted.

I swore inwardly. Stupid Sealand! I ran for it, and bumped into someone.

"Oh, hello. Why are England and France running towards you?"

I burst into tears, and ran away from the mild mannered man who I had bumped into, who was probably Russia (run, Lucia, run!), and tripped over someone's foot. I screamed and fell.

"What the hell? Who are you?" I looked up teary eyed at an angry Germany.

"England and France are harassing me!"

Just then they appeared and France picked me up. "Ah, Lucille!"

I bit him and fell to the ground, crawling at high speed, when someone stopped them and slung me over his shoulders.

"Germany!" I gaped at him and he glared at them.

"How dare you harass a young lady? Have you no shame?"

He wouldn't put me down. I wriggled a little and blushed like mad. "Almay! Tanpri mete m 'desann!"

Germany glared at England and France, marching away.

A smallish man with a curl spotted me across Germany's shoulders and rushed over. I barely recognized him as Italy (North).

"Chi sei? Is she your girlfriend, Germany?"

Germany blushed slightly. "Certainly not, she is a country. I rescued her from France and England."

I looked sideways. That was an overstatement. Kidnapped might be a better word.

"Chi sei, bella?"

I didn't know much Italian. I knew about three words, actually.

"Itali, mwen pa konprann sa w di a ... tanpri pale angle!"

We stared at each other in mutual confusion until a certain unwelcome blonde butted in.

"Lucille is speaking in her language, of course. She was asking you to speak in English, Italy."

I screamed and clung to Germany.

"And as for who she is, she is St Lucia, an island… who could become French territory again, non, Lucille?"

Germany stepped forward. "That is enough! Leave her alone, France!"

I succeeded in fleeing the large German and clung to Italy, crying.

"I don't want to be French territory, I don't want to die, oh please, for the love of God leave me alone, and I don't want to be English territory, I'm a country in my own right, I don't want to die!"

Italy blinked at me, as did Germany, France and England.

In fact, for the first time in ages the room was absolutely silent.

"Ah, bella…you are a lot like me, huh?" Italy hugged me. "You can become Italy's ally!"

Everyone was staring at me and Italy, and France smacked Italy's head. "Lucille cannot be like you! She was my territory!"

"Was!" I clung to Italy, and Germany stepped in front of us again. Italy started sobbing and I patted his head gently.

I realised Germany had said my name and looked up.

"To settle this, Lucia will be staying with…"

A large hand landed on my shoulder. "Lucia is so an independent nation. But she can stay with me!"

I looked up at the spiky haired man who smelled of beer and blinked. "Who are you?"

"I'm the King. But sweetie, you can call me Denmark."

I looked uncertainly around and Italy nodded at me, although that might be because he fell asleep. I bit my lip. "I'm not sure…"

"Then it's settled!" Denmark grabbed my arm and I froze. He smiled down at me, but it was like a demon's smile.

I shuddered and he smiled happily again. "I'm so happy you agreed!"

"But, wait, I didn't agree!" I protested as he dragged me away.

A guy fell into step beside us, almost silently. I looked sideways and he pointed to the parrot. "You have a parrot, Miss Lucia."

I blushed slightly. "No pirate jokes!" I patted the parrot's head and Denmark grinned at the guy. "Hey, Iceland, how are you?"

"Fine, thank you." He pointed to the puffin sitting on his shoulder. "See, if you are liking puffins, Mr Puffin is very cool. What is the parrot called?"

"I didn't name her yet." I smiled at the silver haired boy and he stepped in front of Denmark.

"Shall we go for a drink?"

Denmark's eyes lit up. "Yeah, totally!"

He picked me up in his arms and ran.

Yes, the world meeting was definitely not a good thing.