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~Chapter.1.I's a Magical Pot.~

So. I'm not doing anything particularly amazing right now. Minding my own business. I'm not even asking anyone to buy any pots. Just sitting on a sand dune...staring at the Nile. Wearing my military uniform. No, I don't really wear it that often, huh. Big ass crocodiles down there. If I beat one with a stick, I wonder how it'll taste once it's cooked-

"HI EGYPT!"

FRICK! rollingrollingrolling DON'TROLLINTOTHENILENOOOOO! Maneuver, halt! DAMN that was close. Thank you reflexes for stopping us just out of target distance for the crocs. Yes, I just said us. You heard the scream didn't you? Now let me catch my breath from that. Mariah, the nation of Malta, is a bit too hyper. (a/n: rollin' rollin' rollin', though the streams are swollen, keep them doggies rollin, Rawhide...)

Alright, so I'm going to introduce Mariah, as I know her. Hm...well, she's a childish sort of girl...because she refuses to grow up. She says there's no fun in that. And she comes and 'visits' me all the time. We don't always roll towards the Nile like that. Next thing is that she's spent a lot of time with Italy. Not Romano so much. Mainly North Italy. Her language has even borrowed liberally from his. And, just to maky my life more awkward, shes as oblivious to things as he is. Since I'm done introducing, we'll go back to the present,which will serve as an excellent example of what I just said. Mind you, she's not an idiot. She's just oblivious. How the hell did I f-...errrrr...

I was not about to say what you think I was about to say...IGNORE IT. IT IS NOT IMPORTANT. (a/n: I have no idea...just stick it back into me.)

So anyways, since I had to stop her too, less she gets fed to the crocs, I had grabbed her...and pulled her against me. Now that we've stopped, she's still flush against my body, with my arms around her. I look at her, and she stares at me, grins, then moves to straddle me! And as if before wasn't enough, I curse my hormones...okay, I don't curse them. But I am pissed off at my hormones. Sooo...yeah. That should be enough of a clue. She props herself on her arms, lowering her upper body down closer to mine, so that our faces are a hell of alot closer. Damn hormones. Let us try something, yes? I quickly kiss her on the cheek, so hopefully I don't make our relationship too awkward. Wow, that's an intense blush. So...she does have hormones. Haha. Awkward silence...oh. I haven't asked her that question yet. I ask her everytime. I blink a few times, especially since I'm kinda staring at her. Blush is not going away...

"Would you like to buy a pot?" I ask. Yep. That's the question. She blinks, before rolling off of me laughing. When she finally stops laughing, she looks at me. And I turn my head towards her, the rest of myself remaining unmoved.

"Oddly enough, I actually planned on buying one today." She said. I raise an eyebrow. Well, that was unexpected.

"Really?"

"Yep! Now where are the pots?" I stand up wordlessly, walk over the dune, and when I finally get to where I left the pots, I turn to find her right next to me.

"Hmmm. I want...that one!"She says, pointing to a pot on the far left, half buried in the sand. I...do not remember that one. But whatever.

"Here. This is probably more than enough, but I don't care." She says handing me a fistful of money, then running forward to pickup the pot. Which is sealed. That pot was not here before. I pocket the money before walking up behind her. She sits on the ground cross-legged, and starts to try to open it. I sit down beside her. After a few seconds more, the seal pops off, and freaking hell, there's a bright blue light shining from the pot. Yeah. That pot was NOT here before.