Dear diary, It's finally been one year since the war ended. Tensions are still high but… That's to be expected. Most nations are still sickly or, well, I'm not ready to talk about that yet. I still can't find the north. But I know he's out there! I would be dead after all if he wasn't.
-Madolie W. Beilschmidt~twenty seven years ago~
Madolie giggled as she swung on the edge of her window, she had been hanging like that for hours. As a dare, of course. She just had one more hour to go. It was smokey outside, and the air smelt of burnt metal. It was quite common, as her father. Well, fathers, were testing small explosives to use against the enemy. Madolie didn't care though, She was a city! She couldn't get hurt! So there she hang, until a sharp order nearly made her drop "Zia! Get down from there! Your going to fall!" She chuckled softly looking to the ground below her. There, a tall, pale man stood. His arms crossed and his red eyes glaring up to her. "Make me!" She chuckled again as the mad sighed softly. As he walked away she crawled inside and shut the window. Soft footsteps signalled that someone was coming, so Madolie casually flopped on her bed, pretending to sleep before her door slammed open, the white haired man holding a small Nerf gun. "Home invazion! "Vhat do you do!" He quickly began shooting at Madolie, who had rolled off her bed and grabbed a small paint gun she stored under her bedside table, she propped herself up, shooting back until she was hit in the chest by a dart "Your dead. Too zlow." She sighed softly, standing and dropping the gun "Not fair vati! You have way better aim than me! I was speedy!" "But not zpeedy enough, Zia. I'm juzt trying to protect you from un-awesome threats!"
~Present time~
Madolie cringed sorrowfully at the old memory, glancing down at the old wooden table she sat silently at. She wasn't ready for today, wasn't ready to discuss the horrors that had happened. But yet, here she was, sitting in a large wooden Chair with the initials 'M. W.' engraved on the arm rest. It pained madolie to look at the letters. They were worn and dull, barely visible. Just as the man who sat in the chair so many times was. She jolted as the seat in front of her screeched in resilience while it was pulled backwards. A short man sat in the seat, his violet eyes locked on Madolie's frame. He spoke softly, his blonde, almost white, hair blowing in a slight breeze. "Thank you for coming Madolie. I know it likely pains you to sit in your fathers seat." It was true. Painful memories resurfaced in her mind as she sat motionless "It's not that bad Finland. But thank you for allowing me to come. Now, I remember you wanting to discuss colonizing North America again?" Finland nodded quietly "Yes. That is correct. Seeing as you are the only personification with ties to the continent, I sought it fit to ask you for assistance.
An: Thanks for reading the first chapter of my story! I hope you enjoyed! Madz out-