I walked into the meeting room where I will be paired up with a country. All of the countries bosses agreed it would be best for each country to get a country-in-the-the-making to train. They had the smaller (not) countries come together, and we had to meet up today to get our country. I sat in the far-corner, away from everybody else, my pale blue hair covering most of my face. There was a lot of people, and I tend to repel almost everything living. a few people came within a five-foot radius and jumped as soon as they felt my aura. I sighed and flipped the hair out of my eyes to reveal a dull grey color. My emotions were playing through my face: annoyance, disgust, impatience and anger. It was annoying at how long everything was taking and I was disgusted by many of the people here. My anger was for this little 12 year old boy that seemed to not want to leave my side. This boy was clearly latino, and trailed off a lot in throught, before saying something completely random and hugging my side again. I, being the person I am, pushed him away several times before deciding to punch him in the face. He seemed to stay away after that. I sat in my little corner, with all the other people avoiding me as I sat and played on my DSi, which I had pulled out of nowhere. The doors flew open, only to behold, a crying Italian man clinging on to a german man screaming about pasta and wine. The german pushed off the italian before standing in the center of the room.
"You have all been chosen to be one of out countries apprentices. You will be allowed to pick your country after a few minutes of talking and mingling. Please try to talk to most of us before making your choice."
The countries entered the room. A blonde frenchmen was about talking to all of the women, making them swoon. A blonde american dude was stuffing his face with burgers and shakes and talking all at once, with chewed food flying everywhere. ANOTHER blonde guy, that looked british, was being socially akward and scaring away all of his potential apprentices. There was another blonde man standing with a gun in the center of the room talking to a guy with knife holder all along his belt. I sat there, in my corner, observing and playing my game. Ther was a girl in the opposite corner from me drawing on her arm and dozing off. With a cat on her head, talking to a brown-haired man buried in cats. I wasn't paying attention when a man with silver hair and a scarf walked up.
"You are looking for a country, da?"
I nodded.
"What is your name?"
"Kamiko."
"I am Russia! But you can call me Ivan, da?"
"Nice"
I went back to playing my game and he sat and watched. Five minutes later The german dude called us all in a line and we were to say which country we would like.
"Greece."
"AMERICA, DUDE!"
"Japan."
"uh-uh-uh...Canada..."
"Sweden."
"Norway"
It was my turn and I hadn't really talked to anyone but Russia, so I knew what I had to do.
"...*sigh* Russia."
The rest of the meeting went on as planned and we were to get to know our country. It's been one hell of a day.