Chapter 1

I sit in my usual chair at the annual world meeting. Being Germany's sister means I have to come to the stupid meeting. Yeah, I'm Germany's sister. Hard to believe, right? With fair skin, fair hair, and bright blue eyes, I look a lot like Germany, except the fact that I'm only five feet tall. But don't assume I can't defend myself because of that. I first learned to shoot a gun when I was five. So I'm not one to mess with. All the countries know better than that. The truth is, I'm not actually blood-related to Germany. All the countries decided to try and raise a kid, so they picked someone from their country. Germany did a pretty good job of raising me. I'm sixteen now. I looked to the side of me were my friend, Aubree, was sitting. She's Canada's sister. Canada. If there's someone I love other than Germany, it's him. I don't get why I like him, when I'm so tough and he isn't. Maybe its 'cause he's just so kind and sweet. Maybe its 'cause he seems to need protecting from people who mistake him for America. I'd love to be his girlfriend and protect him. I know it would be allowed too, 'cause my best friend Jade (Japan's sister) is dating Austria. And everyone knew. So why can't I date Canada? Because my brother Germany would never allow it. He said I couldn't date until I was eighteen, but I don't want to wait that long. I stare longingly at Canada, wishing I could love him like I want to.

Soon the meeting ends and Germany and I head home. "Vere you even trying to pay attention?" Germany asks in exasperation.

"'Course not. You know they never talk about anything interesting." I reply.

Germany sighs. "You are more stubborn than I am."

"Damn straight."

"By the way, I vos asked to visit Canada tomorrow. Something about his sister." Says Germany. "He asked if you could come, so you vill."

"Ok!" I say, doing my best to hide my excitement. I know what this is about. Aubree, Canada's sister, is as in love with my brother as I am with hers. Canada obviously wants them to hook up. But then what we be doing while Germany and Aubree are together? My stomach flips in nervousness. Soon Germany and I reach home.

"Julia, vhen ve're at Canada's house, try not to seen too intimidating, ok? I don't vont to scare him off. Try to be nice and friendly." Germany says, as serious as ever.

"I'll do my best." I furrow my brows in frustration. Of course I'd come across as intimidating to poor Canada! I am Germany's sister, after all. I spend the rest of the day in subdued silence.

After dinner, Germany pulls me aside and says, "There is something troubling you. Vould you like to tell me about it?" Germany looks into my eyes, concerned. I am sure I'm the only one he cares about. He's never been good with people, and that's something I understand. I consider whether or not I should tell him. Will he be mad, telling me I shouldn't fall in love so young? I decide to risk it and spill.

"Well, the truth is, I'm nervous about tomorrow. I don't want to scare Canada, or be violent and have him get mad at me. I really don't want him to think poorly of me." I take a deep breath before saying, "It's because I really like him. You know, like like him." I cringed at my childish way of describing my affection.

"Oh. I understand. I feel the same way." He quickly added after seeing my expression, "Not about Canada, about Aubree! I really like her."

"Then go after her! She likes you, that I know!" I say determinedly.

"Ok, I will! We should get to bed though." Germany kisses my forehead and then heads off to his room. "Good night, sis."

"Night." I flump onto my bed, relieved that Germany hadn't got mad, but that was small comfort due to how nervous I was. I tossed and turned all night.

The next day, we headed over to Canada's. The ride over was full of tense silence. We were both exceedingly nervous. We soon reach the house and ring the doorbell. As we wait for the door to open, we exchange nervous looks. Soon the door opens, and Canada is there to greet us.

"Hey, Germany! Hey, Julia! So glad you could make it." We rush inside and I trip over umbrella stand some fool left right in my path. I quickly get up, face bright crimson. Damn it! I thought I wasn't supposed to make a fool of myself! When I get up, I notice Canada is looking at me with concern.

"Julia, are you ok?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say. Just then Aubree comes in. "Hey Aubree!"
"Hi Julia! H-hi Germany!" She says.

Canada then hurries to explain that he invited them here in the hopes that Aubree and Germany would get together. "So you two just go get to know each other, ok?" Canada ushers them into another room, leaving me alone. He quickly returns, though, and says, "So… what should we do?" He looks right into my eyes as he says this, instantly turning me into putty.

"I-I don't know." I say. So he shows me around the house and we casually talk as he does so. After about half an hour, I say, "I have an idea! Why don't we spy on them? You know, see how they're doing!"

"I-I don't know. I've never spied on someone before. I don't want to risk your brother's wrath." Canada says nervously.

"Oh, don't. I won't let Germany hurt you. He'll listen to me. He always does." I say with confidence. So we sneak up to the door and crack it open. From what we can see (and hear) they are making out intensely. I pull my head away from the door and run into Canada, who is leaning over me to peek through the crack in the door. His body is pressed against mine. I freeze. I can't move. Soon Canada moves as well.

"So, umm, what should we do?" Canada asks.

"Well, I was thinking that maybe since they're getting together, than maybe we could?" I blurt the words out, feeling another blush coming on.

He looks at me and says, "Whew. You said it. I was afraid I'd have to say that, thus admitting that I like you. I was sort of afraid you didn't like me back and that you might, er, punch me." He turns away and blushes.

"Oh, Canada, I could never punch you!" I insist.

"Well then. Where should we go? Up to the bedroom?" Canada says, and then adds (after seeing my expression of horror) "Not what I meant! I know where to go." And he takes my hand and leads me into a room with a big couch. "How about h-"

But he is cut off before he finishes. I push him down onto the couch, my lips against his. I kiss him intensely. Soon he rolls me over and then he's on top.

I try to push myself back on top, but he's too big. "Damn, girl. You don't want to waste any time, do you?"

"Of course not." I pull his face down to mine and continue to kiss him. We continue like this for what feels like hours, and I enjoy it a lot.

But suddenly, Germany comes bursting in.