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Every channel has the same old boring reruns, but that's the life of an island. Well, islands to be exact. With the thousand of islands I represent you'd think my αδελφό Heracles would give me a seat at the World Summit, but NO. Oh, sorry, I didn't even introduce myself. I represent all one thousand four hundred Greek islands. Yeah, you read that right. But I go by the name of one of my favorite islands, Santorini "Thera" Karpusi.

Searching the long corridors of our manor, I checked all of my brothers favorite napping spots. His bed, my bed, the couch, the floor, all the chairs in the house…pretty much everywhere. Finally, I found him curled up in our library with a small black kitten on top of him. It was such a heartwarming site that I almost didn't want to bother him. Almost. I "gently" prodded him with a thick book I found, and our argument began.

"Yes?"

"…No…"

"YES?"

"…No,"

"Please?"

"….No."

Yes, it was a heated debate. For those of you who don't know Heracles, he's tall, sleepy looking fellow with messy brown hair. Two little strands stick up at the top, and they're very tempting to pull. His vibrant green eyes you probably won't see for awhile, since they're always CLOSED! And cats, cats follow my brother around like he's a walking fish stick.

"Why not ?" I demanded, glaring at him impatiently.

"It's…..too…..dangerous….what….if….someone…hurts….you?" He opened his green eyes and gave me a worried look.

"I can take care of myself, you know." I shot back angrily.

"Mew!" His favorite kitten, Zeus, peeked out from his crumpled white shirt. My anger deflated. Hanging my head with dramatic airs, I sighed.

"Fine, I won't go, happy?" I grumbled, not making eye contact with Heracles.

"Thank…you….." He smiled while patting my head. Stretching on my tippy-toes I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Oh no, you didn't think I'd give up that easily, did you? If my brother wouldn't let me go, then I'd just have to sneak into the meeting. Lying to my awesome brother isn't easy, and the guilt is nearly killing me, but I need to learn how to stand on my own two feet.

World Summit: 7 o'clock. Heracles wakes up: 6:59. No problem. Stealthily, I crept out of our large manor. And by stealthily I mean crashing into five doors and tripping multipletimes. Luckily Heracles is a pretty deep sleeper. Fastening my burgundy coat, I took my time walking through the leaves. That was easier than I tho-

"Ah~?" What is a lovely young lady like your self doing without company?" A smooth voice purred from over my shoulder. Turning around, my eyes widened. Heracles warned me about this man. Francis Bonnefoy:a Frenchman with wavy blonde hair, a goatee, and a perverted glint in his lively blue eyes.

"I-I w-was j-just going to the World Summit, HEHEHEHE." I cracked an anxious smile. Francis placed his hands on my waist and smiled.

"I am Francis Bonnefoy, you are Thera, yes? Your brother described you, but not as this cute~!" He grinned to me and his hands began to stray when two unfamiliar and slender hands shot out and stopped the Frenchman.

"France-san, you must not be so forward with women."