Drawing the Right Card
A/N: Just something I felt like doing. Very crack pairing, yet I can see it working in some aspects. I'll start writing here and see whether or not you guys think I should continue with this. Includes Older Wy kind of AU and Girl x Girl. Wy's POV. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Sometimes love finds you at the time and place you'd never have expected and doesn't match the picture of it you'd had in your mind. There's something that happened to me that illustrates that perfectly.
It was shortly after my country's economy had begun to gain real infrastructure and I'd begun to be recognised a lot more widely. This meant that I grew quite a bit physically and my physical appearance went from me appearing around 7 years old, to around 14 years. Also, because of my increased recognition, world conference invitations would soon start coming in a lot more often than before. But it was my first world conference (outside of Oceania, since Australia and New Zealand almost always invited me when they were the hosts) in Paris where a sequence of events caught me completely off guard.
It was what seemed like a usual world conference. Meaning, I sat back while every other country argued with at least one other and each one refused to hear any of the others out. Even Australia and New Zealand started arguing with England about his former empire, so I was basically alone in not wanting to argue with someone. In that situation, I just did what I do best when I couldn't paint. Draw.
That was one thing that was never going to change, regardless of my level of recognition. My love for art. And so it went, I pulled out my trusty drawing pencil and just started to sketch a few things. Mainly sea animals because I find them peaceful, unlike that conference. This went on for a considerable amount of time and then the surprises came.
I'd almost completely forgotten I wasn't at home when I felt a light tapping on my shoulder and an "upper-class" sounding voice simply saying "Pardon moi, mademoiselle?"
I turned around unusually quickly and saw a short blonde girl wearing a long pink coat with a white blouse and red neck bow just about visible underneath, with a pair of tall brown boots covering whatever her coat didn't. Her sky blue eyes behind a pair of glasses looking down at the pieces of paper I'd sketched on, with her long braids hanging down, appearing to only be held in place by a red ribbon on one side, and a bobby pin on the other. My initial thought after seeing her was what surprised me the most though. All I remember was thinking one word. "Beautiful."
I didn't really have much time to think of anything else before I started to speak. "Hello. May I help you?" I somehow managed to force out.
"Bonjour." She replied casually, yet maintaining a dignified tone as I thought she would judging by her appearance, "I'm The Principality of Monaco. I'm not sure I've seen you at a conference before." She addressed me politely, which was nice when compared with the shouting and arguing from the other nations in the room.
"N-no, you probably wouldn't have. This is my first real world conference. I must admit I'm not too impressed with the running of things." I was trying to remain composed, but her elegance was proving to be more than just an obstacle, at least in my mind, though Monaco acted like she didn't notice. "I-I'm the Principality of Wy. Just a micro nation who's gained recognition recently." I blurted out. Why was I suddenly "just a micro nation" when I was so proud before? Was it nerves, or just me not wanting to appear egotistical in front of her?
"Oh non. Mon frère isn't making such a good impression as the host country is he? Although, I see your point." She began looking towards the eternal argument raging between every other nation present, then set her gaze back towards my sketches. "Very impressive. I should expect no less from the artists' Principality." She nodded with a very impressed look on her face and pushed her glasses up with her left index finger.
"They're not. Really. These are just rushed and nowhere near my best. I was just bored." I replied. Maybe I wasn't that keen to hide my pride, but she didn't call me up on it.
"Well, if you're bored perhaps we could play some cards, oui?" She asked as she pulled out a neat, clean deck of playing cards, sat down next to me and placed the deck on the table. "What games do you know how to play?"
If there was any time I'd really embarrassed myself, it was at this point. "I-I don't really know any Ms Monaco. My brothers usually just play kids' games with me." I stuttered uncontrollably and felt myself blushing quite madly, but Monaco just smiled at me with that lovely smile only someone like her could produce.
"Oh, this won't do will it? How about after this you come to Monte Carlo with me and I'll teach you how to play?" she put her cards back into her coat, that smile of hers still beaming. "And no need to be so formal, Wy. Just call me Matilda oui?"
Matilda…what an elegant name. I don't know why I was thinking about her like this so soon after meeting her. I'd never had any feelings for a girl before, or even boys really. But I couldn't reply with a deafening silence or I'd embarrass myself even more. "Thank you Matilda. I'm Ashleigh. And I'd love to take you up on your offer."
At that point I'd basically decided that I'd at least become a student of hers for some time and hopefully get to know her. I was also convinced that these sudden feelings were a part of growing up and they'd just blow over. But at the time, Matilda was all I was thinking about for the rest of that meeting and quite far beyond.
A/N: So? Good or bad? Should I continue or give up now? You decide! Please review this very crack pairing.