Cast of Characters & Pairings
Bulgaria&Romania*
France&Monaco
America&Canada
Greece&Turkey
Switzerland&Liechtenstein
Norway&Denmark
Sweden&Finland
England&China*
Spain&Romano
Italy&Germany
Japan&Taiwan
Macau&Thailand
Vietnam&HongKong
Poland&Lithuania
South Korea&NewZealand*
Belarus&Hungary
Belgium&Netherlands*
Latvia&Sealand
Wy&Seychelles
Russia&Prussia
Iceland&Ukraine*
Kugelmugel&Ladonia
Austria&Estonia*
Egypt&Cyprus
Wales&Scotland
Australia&Ireland*
*These pairings are... and may seem odd. These are experimental, usually based on looks and cuteness. Please post your thoughts on the pairings marked with this symbol. I appreciate the support. After you read the first chapter, you don't have to continue reading, because of the pairings.
Murder, Abroad
The wind blew across the mailman's back as she delivered the country's mail. She shivered as she put the black letters into each county's mailbox. She had gotten one herself too. She hadn't opened it... yet. The writing was looped and curly, professional. She slipped the last one into France's mailbox. She looked around. Good, he wasn't out yet. She tip-toed away, fearing that if she walked, the Frenchman would come.
"Monaco! Yoo-hoo!"
She paled. Oh, no... She felt two arms wrap around her in an embrace, exhausting all her air out of her lungs.
Stupid... French...
When her vision began to grow blurry and faded, the arms let her go. She gasped for air and looked at her previous captor.
"You... France... I told... you... NOT TO DO THAT!"
He blushed.
"I am sorry, you were just so cute!"
"Yeah, yeah, can it."
"Have you brought me any love letters?"
"Why don't you go check?!"
"Oh, you naughty girl..." he chuckled as he stooped down to grab his mail.
"Oho, an invitation!"
He quickly ripped open the black envelope and read the paper within. His brow furrowed.
"Hmmm, mon ami, this troubles me, but I have to implore you."
"What?"
"Will you... go to the dance with me?"
SLAP!
"You idiot! There is no dance! You just want me to go on a date with me, and you know dancing is my weakness!"
She desperately loved dancing. The soothing music, the fluid motion, the handsome figure...
"Ah, but mon ami, there is."
France handed the letter to Monaco. She ripped it out off his hands and quickly read it.
It said:
Dear France, and other esteemed countries reading this,
It is with great pleasure that I am able to host a masquerade ball, for the company of the countries. This ball, will take place at 9:00 and go on for the rest of the night. Many of my colleagues will be pleased to know that refreshments and drinks will be there. There is no RVSP and all countries must come, accompanied!
Adieu,
Your Faithful Host or Hostess
Monaco looked at France with disgust.
"You faked this didn't you?! Well, no I will not be your 'date'!"
Monaco stomped off, angrily muttering.
France grew a mysterious smile on his face.
"So it begins, so it begins..."