Bonjour, mes amis!

So...weird pairing, right? But, y'know...inspiration sparks! Just to clarify some things:

Margurite/Meg Williams=fem!Canada. Margurite means "daisy" in French, and Francis sees his daughter as a lovely flower waiting to bloom.

Julchen Beillschmidt=fem!Prussia

Alice [AL-EE-CHAY] Vargas=fem!North Italy. Himaruya-sensei stated that he liked this name for North Italy, so I'm going with it.

Sakura Honda=fem!Japan

Alfred Jones=America

Arthur Kirkland=England

Francis Bonnefoy=France

Lovino Vargas=South Italy

Ludwig Beillscmidt=Germany

Feliks Lukasiewicz=Poland

Elizaveta Hedervart=Hungary

Roderich Edelstein=Austria

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo=Spain

Bella Peeters=Belgium

Let's get rollin'!

"Margurite!" came her father's smooth, accented voice from the living room. The eighteen-year-old girl lifted her head from the pillow she'd been using as she napped in the window seat in her room, her blonde hair messy and falling from her pigtails. "Mademoiselle Julchen is here!

Meg took a moment to process her father's statement before the leapt off the window seat, upsetting the book she'd been reading before she fell asleep. "Tell her I'll be down in a minute, Papa!" she shouted back (well, she didn't shout-it was more like she spoke loudly). She quickly re-tied her pigtails back in their red ribbons, smoothed out the skirt on her white dress, and cleaned her glasses that fogged up during her nap.

Once she was satisfied, she scurried out of her bedroom and down the stairs, to where her best friend waited. Julchen Beillscmidt was twenty-one years old and very much the opposite of the shy senior in high school that was her best friend. She had a voluptuous body, with a large bust, narrow waist, and seemingly endless legs. Today she wore an insanely short pair of black shorts, a blue military style coat (that she'd most likely "borrowed" from her ex-military father), and white knee-high boots with heels long and sharp enough to kill. Her long, silver hair was as smooth and shiny as ever, something that made Meg jealous. Her hair was forever getting frizzy and tangled, after all. Leaning against one of her pale legs was her Prussian blue umbrella, dripping slightly from the drizzling rain. When she caught sight of the smaller blonde, Julchen's face morphed into her signature smirk. "Hallo, kleiner Vogel," she greeted, blood red eyes sparkling.

"Hi, Julchen," Meg returned softly. She retrieved her red sweater and white umbrella from the hall closet before she pulled the leash from the peg next to it. "Kuma! Here, boy!"

Within moments, her pet Great Pyrenees rounded the corner, tongue lolling out slightly. His vast white fur was smooth and soft as Meg gave him a good rub and attached he leash to his collar. "Papa, Julchen and I are taking Kuma for a walk."

Francis Bonnefoy poked his head out from the kitchen, his wavy blond hair tied in a ponytail so none of it got in the crepes he was making. His eyes, a blue shade that could made the sky jealous, sparkled at his only daughter. "Oui. Be careful, mon petit ange. You know how I worry so."

"Oui, Papa," she replied demurely. "I'll be back soon. Au revoir!" Then, just before the two girls and the giant dog left the house, she slipped on her black flats. "Let's go, Julchen."

"Ja."

The two girls walked for a while behind Kuma until they came to an outdoor café that had table with umbrellas. On the mutual consensus of their stomachs, Meg tied Kuma's leash to one of the chair legs and told him to stay before she scurried to join Julchen inside. Meg got a chocolate croissant for herself and a plain one for Kuma while Julchen bought a few Amerikaner cookies.

Kuma was immensely grateful to his owner for his own food and repaid her by lying quietly on the ground, munching on the delicious pastry. "So, how is the whole Roderich thing going?" Meg asked tentatively.

Just like she suspected, Julchen growled under her breath. "How fucking weird is that? My parents want me to marry my damn cousin so the company 'stays in the company!' They just want to get me out of the house, but it ain't happening! As long as Ludwig's there, I'm there!"

Meg sighed. "Julchen, have you talked to your parents about it? And I mean really talked, not had a shouting match."

The albino slid down in her chair grumpily. "You're supposed to be on my side, Vogel!"

"If you don't want the company, tell them to give it to Ludwig instead!"

Julchen shook her head. "I tried that already, but they won't have it."

"Why not?"

"He's dating Augustus Vargas's granddaughter.

Meg paled and her eyes went wide. "As in, mafia boss Augustus Vargas?"

Julchen nodded solemnly. "The very same. I tried to make him break up with her, but he's insisting that he's in love with her. He won't even tell me her name, 'cuz he's afraid I'll go kick her ass."

Suddenly, Kuma leapt up off the ground and growled low. Meg, startled, reached down to place a hand on his back. "What's wrong, Kuma?" But he didn't calm down. If anything, what was supposed to be a comforting touch just set him off. He raced forward into the street, dragging the chair Meg was sitting with (and, in effect, Meg herself) with him.

Meg shrieked and tried to get out of the chair, but Kuma was too fast. He was too fast for Julchen, who tried to pull Meg from the chair. He was just too fast.

Meg had no chance to get out of the chair before the car hit her.

And, though no one else knew it at the time, there was a boy across the street with olive-colored skin and brown hair who looked on, horrified but unable to do anything.

So, was this chapter dramatic enough for you?

Translations: Mademoiselle=Miss (French); Hallo, kleiner Vogel=Hello, little birdie (German) and Vogel=Birdie; Oui=Yes (French); Mon petit ange=My little angel (French); Au revoir=Goodbye (French) Ja=Yes (German)

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