Chapter 1- Lilac's and Lily's, Allies and Axis!
"Hey, Lily?"
"Hm?"
"How do you think my sister's doing at the conference?"
"I don't know, but big brother's there too, so, she'll be okay."
Lilac couldn't help but wonder which team she would join, er...the Baltics, Nordics, Axis, Allies, or Central Powers. Lilac couldn't wait until you (her older sister) visited again.
She heard you were currently residing with the carefree Spain, while Lilac, on the other hand, was living with Switzerland and Liechtenstein, whom both you and Lilac called, "Lily" , nicknaming her after her national flower. The others called you 'Rose' and your sister 'Lilac' for the same reason.
Lily put her hand over Lilac's in an attempt to stop her worrying and smiled.
"It's good that you care so much about Rosie, but you should remember that she's really strong-willed and smart. She'll be fine."
Lilac furrowed her eyebrows and sighed while slightly squeezing her friend's hand.
"Yeah, your right, Lily..."
*** At the World Conference... ***
"Dude! You should totally join the hero in beating the other guy's up!"
"I think you should become in with Russia."
"Join Great Britain! In exchange, I promise you endless amounts of crumpets and tea!"
"Ehhh, you should like totally pick already. Geez."
You shook your head and rubbed your temples at the many voices surrounding you to join them. How could so many men want just one women?
"Everyone, shut up! She's just women, she can't be with every country. Now, if you want her to join you, make sure you give her a good reason, and stop begging like the homeless."
You widened your eyes at Germany's outburst as he crossed his arms and sighed.
Japan broke the now eerie silence by saying, "Mister Germany, so you really think that by telling Rose-sama the reasons, she will be able to choose within a few short minutes?"
Germany shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows. "No, but, I was trying to get everyone to shut their mouths."
England and Poland stepped in, much to you and Germany's annoyance.
"You should like, totally join me." Poland took your left hand,
"No, join me, my lady," England took the other,
and before they could kiss your hands, Mr. America literally slung you over his shoulder and began walking towards the door.
"Where are you going?!" Hungary and Austria shouted.
"Bring her back!" The musician demanded.
"Nope. if nobody can decide, then I'm taking her with me."
Everyone was stunned at America's maturity, but that only lasted a few seconds before you began violently kicking and punching America in a attempt to get away.
"Let! Me! Go!"
"Not a chance."
Where the hell was he taking you?
And why was he so calm about this?
Ugh...this wasn't going to be one of those America-kidnapped-me-and-now-I'm-giving-birth-to-Texas kinda thing, was it?
You sure hoped not...