Part 1: Stupid Speech

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-Hmph. Another day, another stupid conference to go. No, but seriously! I'm really tired to listen to people talk for hours about their problems. It's true! It's always the-same-thing every time! I can't stand it anymore. You may be wondering why I continue to go there, huh? Well, it's up to you to find out because I'm not going to tell you. Ah! I almost forgot to introduce myself , what an idiot I am. I'm Katia Braginskaya, I represent Ukraine and I can easily kick your butt if you get on my nerves.-

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In the meeting room, it's a real waste of time. Several personifications of each countries don't stop to talk between them. Usually, Italy would surely tell everyone to shut up, but himself doesn't stop talking! (( This-is-NOT-possible! He's the head of the meeting and he's talking! No, but dammit!)) Thinks Ukraine which is very desperate. Even her little sister, Natasha Arlovskaya who is the personification of Belarus and which is usually silent during meetings, talks. ((Except that it's normal because she has a big crush on Lithuania.)) After a few minutes, Katia decides to take a nap until all have finished speaking .

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''Hey! Wake up!''

''Hmm... Huh? What's... happening?'' Said Ukraine with a sleepy face and by yawning.

''You 're were totally asleep while I was talking and that, I think it's just so insulting, my dear.''The young man in question was Fiorello Vargas (Italy), ''the head of the conference.''

''What are you talking-! ((Shit! I didn't think about it that they were going to finally shut up! What an idiot!)) Uh... Well, I'm sorry, okay?''

''You're sorry? About what, my dear?'' Said Fiorello by twirling his knife on the broad wooden table which made Ukraine shivers.

''Well...'' She begins. ''From falling asleep during your stupid speech.'' ((Wait, what did I said?!))

She then puts her hand on her mouth, regretting saying ''stupid speech'' and that made the others react.

''Perdono? Did you said ''stupid speech''? He said with a broad smile, but a smile not really... friendly.

((Shit! He'll want to kill me because of that!)) ''Uh... no.'' She said, trembling of fear.

Fiorello comes close to her with a knife in his hand, giggling.

''Tell me, are you afraid of me?''

''N-No. Why I-Italy?''

''Then why are you shaking, my dear Ukraine?'' He said always with a wide smile and coming more and more close of Ukraine.

''Um...''

Ion Braginski, the personification of Russia, was about to respond, but instead of him, it was a certain Norwegian that respond first. He appeared in front of Italy, Ukraine behind him, her red eyes (Red as rubies.) Laid on him. Obviously, the Norwegian in question is the personification of Norway, Lokki Bondevik. In return, he smiled at Italy, but that smile wasn't friendly at all.

''Take a step further and I swear, Italy, you're going to regret it.'' He said by fixing his glasses.

Ukraine was speechless. ((Is he protecting me?)) She thinks, blushing a little.

''Don't worry, il mio amico. I just wanted to have fun, that's all.'' Said Italy laughing a little and putting a hand on Norway's shoulder. ''I just wanted to see how she would react, okay?''

''... If you say so.''

Then Italy goes back sitting in his chair. Ukraine and Norway did the same and the meeting continued.

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-This is the reason why I'm still going to these meetings. Because of Norway.-

To be continued...