AN: Edited: April 24, 2011

Changed quite a few grammar errors and tried to make the story flow better as a third person story. If you see any errors, please do not hesitate to tell me!

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Hello, everyone. This is my first story on FF in such a long time. x) I wanted to say a few things before you began reading the story as some warnings and notes.

- This story was originally a reader-insert (a 'you' story) for Lunaescence but I revised it since I developed the character far enough (it won't seem like it, unfortunately) to where she stands as her own character and not some kind of flimsy Sue.

If you've found this story and you're from Luna (hello c: ), this version WILL be different from the one on Luna but both are generally the same (this one just has less love with everyone since that seems kind of whoooarish. Hurhur).

I have used various language translators for this story because I dislike the whole –this is when we're talking- thing at times. Things WILL be incorrect and if you correct me, I will giggle and ignore you. I already know that it's wrong even though I tried making it right by combining various translators (to which I found IM Translator is somewhat alright, better than Google) so don't correct it. It's worthless to try since everything else is incorrect.

The rating of the story will bump up in later chapters and this will become quiet dark (at least to me… I think?)

I've gone over this chapter three times now, changing everything that I could to make it sound like a normal third-person story. If anything sounds off, please do not hesitate to tell me. I'm always happy to receive critiques or little reviews that tell me of errors that I did. x)

Finally, the timeline of the story is set around the early 1960's then takes off from there. I DO use history as a guideline for the story but nothing is perfect (such as I wasn't sure if Russia was still with the United Nations at this point because of the USSR so I made it seem like he finally came after maybe two years of not coming or someone else took his place, it's however you interpret it). I'm only human.

P.S. Lydra was really once a tiny island nation in the south hemisphere, apparently. I only knew that after a reviewer on Luna investigated Lydra herself. I had a good laugh but this Lydra is located in the northern hemisphere and will have no relations to the now renamed Nassu in the Cook Islands.

Fuu, so much writing. I'm sorry. =A=;; I'll shut up now. Please enjoy!

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Depressed, that sounds like the right word. A young, petite-looking woman, dressed in heavy, wool clothing sat quietly on a seat in a huge building, not quite sure what she was doing there in the first place.

Let's summarize this from the beginning. This young woman in particular was the human representation of the nation of Lydra. Sort of. In reality, Lydra was a small island that the North Pole had found during the fifteenth century. Her people, all three-hundred and fifty of them (or so one assumed since there was never a count) came mainly from Russia, Finland, Norway, and Sweden. The people living on the island were mainly those who were fed up with society and moved away in order to create their own little kingdoms and fantasies. The island was located above Russia and right next to NP (some few hundred miles off, however). It was incredibly cold but having NP as a friend made life a little better. Aside from the cold, Lydra enjoyed the peace and silence that she gained from living in such a frigid area.

Now, allow us to fast forward.

It was during the late 1950's, early 60's, wasn't it? She wasn't sure but that was the time that Russia had found her island. She had no clue what he wanted since she wasn't fluent in English, Russian or whatever language was in these days since the people of Lydra had dropped their native languages and adopted a new language called Lild, which was strange in itself. It was basically a combination of slurs and harsh talking which often made it sound like a bunch of nonsense. Often times, she assumed whoever she was talking to was an angry drunk because of their accent but that usually was incorrect. Most often, it was the new language of theirs that they had constructed which made everything so frustrating at times.

Russia had begun digging on her land without her consent once he had found her land. Lydra had no clue why but left him alone, hoping that maybe he would just leave. He stayed around for a few months but then was accompanied by... China and... Greenland, was it? They began arguing amongst each other and those months turned into two years of constant digging. She hadn't really cared until she noticed there was something slick and black on the snow around her home. This caused her to become incredibly concerned and when she had gone to their dig site, she had found that it was covered in black, oily liquid. At this point, she were enraged beyond belief and attempted to stop them from destroying her land but the older countries kept her away. Eventually, they took over the island with digging material and it became a battle of who would get the black substance that lay under the ground.

Unable to stop them because she was utterly defenseless and her people were so disturbed and horrified at the 'invaders', Lydra ultimately left the island as did her people for their own safety.

Lydra eventually wandered into Russia's (unoccupied) house, to Estonia, Lavita, Lithuania, Poland, Germany and countless others. The petite woman's journey was frightening since she had met so many weird and scary people as she attempted to find a new home. It only frustrated Lydra even more since she couldn't speak to any of them. Homeless and unable to communicate, she eventually found herself somewhere in England where an overly loud man took great interest in her. She... thought he commented on her hair...? Possibly. He looked amused at her clothes (which she proudly wore! The eldest woman on her island had made them especially for her, plus they were so pretty! Out of the entire outfit, she admired the top the most since it had been decorated with designs and warmer colors. However, the outfit was terribly hot since they were heavy winter clothes and the climate at England's house was warm) and how she spoke. It was at this point that Lydra learned to keep her mouth shut, especially when he laughed at her speech. He eventually took her away across the ocean with a short, bushy-browed man who constantly yelled at him and there she was, in a large building sitting alone in an empty hallway. Before he had left her, he pointed to a room then disappeared into it.

That was not a summary but you get the gist. Lydra was once an island nation (complete with a small government!) and now she'd soon be nothing. Again, depressing. That sounds like a good word.

"Italien, kommen nicht!"

"Ma Germania, voglio andare con voi!" a tall, blonde man dressed in a dark suit stepped out of the room the loud man had gone into earlier and stuck his arm in. Two pairs of arms wiggled out of the doors opening but the tall man eventually squeezed his arm out. Eventually, he lifted his leg and kicked into the the room. There was a loud 'EEK!' then he slammed the door. He sighed deeply then turned around to walk off but noticed the young woman sitting on the opposite side.

She stared. Where had she... oh, wait! She remembered now! She saw that man a while back! He looked so scary (and abnormally tall by her standards) but his actions weren't. However, she had run off after he said 'hallo'. His language was so harsh and he seemed intimidating.

"Hallo," he smiled lightly. Or... it looked like he was trying to put on a nice face...?

"Ethack," Lydra muttered hello in Lild then looked down. The man looked around then walked towards her and took a seat next to the heavily dressed woman. There was then an awkward silence.

"Das wetter ist nett, ja?" the weather is nice, yes?; he spoke. She said nothing.

A bit more silence...

"Do you know English?" his language changed. His accent was clearly in the way and she almost laughed but continued to be silent.

"Conoscete italiano?" it changed again. Was he trying to figure out what she language she spoke?

"Nihon? Русский? Français?" Nothing.

"Neyer zexidup maxith cha igo," please stop talking to me; Lydra responded.

The man looked utterly confused at her speech yet she didn't notice. At this point, the young woman had gotten up and walked off. Once she turned a corner, she began running. He didn't scare her anymore since he appeared to be friendly (he didn't seem that daunting either) so it wasn't that. It was the fact that he made her feel kind of funny. Like, giddy happy?

"He, zurückgekommen!" hey, come back!; she heard his voice echo from the walls.

The small nation quickly escaped through a few hallways then noticed two doors up ahead. One had a pink sign that read 'Ladies' in some weird language and a blue one that said 'Gentlemen' in the same language. Both had pictures of two stick figures. One looked straight and the other one looked like a... dress? Hm... Lydra eventually chose the blue one because the color looked more pleasing to her. She opened the door and rushed in but not after noticing strange things on the wall. She stopped in her tracks and walked over to look at them. They looked so... weird. Did people sit in them? She was somewhat amused at how awkward it would be to sit on it. She turned to hide in one of the stalls when a meek looking man bumped into her. He seemed utterly surprised.

"Ką tu darai čia?" what are you doing in here?; he exclaimed.

The small woman waved her hands in front of her then ruffled the mans hair before exclaiming 'ifochir chozaj ejujipa jush' (you look cute scared) then hid in a stall and after a few slams of the door, figured out how to lock it by using the hinge.

"Oh... Ar ne tai, kad šalis kad Rusija buvo išleisti savo laiką dėl naftos?" isn't that the country that Russia has been spending his time on for oil?; the man muttered then exited the room.

Lydra wiggled in her stall a bit. She was sitting on top of a toilet seat (with her feet on the toilet rim) and it felt somewhat awkward. Did people use these things to go? It seemed so, at least. She always dug a hole, what was wrong with that?

The island nation twiddled with her thumbs before hearing light mutterings from outside the bathroom. She assumed people were passing by before the door opened.

"He, sind Sie in hier?" Silence.

"Lydra?" oh, man, how did he find out her name? She began pulling her hair before another voice spoke in.

"I saw her in her a few moments ago, Mr. Ludwig," that voice sounded meek and the accent seemed a bit deep but it also sounded lighthearted. Everyone had different accents here!

"Ah, thank you, ...Toris?"

"Yes, sir."

No one left the room but she heard someone start walking then stopping every few seconds. It wasn't until that person got to her stall that she possibly knew what he was doing. He was checking under the stalls to see if she was in one of them, but that'd be too analytical and he was possibly just doing something else. Thankfully, though, since she was sitting on the toilet, he couldn't see her feet. But... wait. He didn't move away...

"Lydra, bitte herausgekommen. Ich bin nicht dabei, Sie zu verletzen," Lydra, please come out. I'm not going to hurt you; his voice sounded soothing even though his accent got in the way of it.

The woman waited a few moments before he gently knocked on her stall. Oh, whatever. It wasn't like she was going to get away in this box anyway. Lydra stood and opened the door to find the vertically blessed man smiling gently down at her grumpy face.

"Was tun Sie im mens Badezimmer irgendwie? Sie hätten besseres Glück gehabt, das sich im womens Zimmer verbirgt," what were you doing hiding in the mens' bathroom? You would have had better luck hiding in the womens' room; she said nothing but began shuffling off. She felt like a defeated child and the smile that the meek boy gave her made she feel worse. However, once she reached the door, she bolted and ran off with her arms in the air. It almost looked like she was a bit of a maniac.

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It had been some twenty minutes later when the man found her again. This time, Lydra was under a desk in a deserted room and this time, he was accompanied by a man who appeared shorter than him but looked like a complete airhead because of his relaxed expression.

"Ovviamente non si sa come gestire le donne, la Germania! Ti insegno io! Guardami!" he patting the taller mans back, he knelt down besides the small woman, "ciao, bella signora. Vuoi uscire con me? I tratterà di una bella cena italiana a casa mia!" you obviously don't know how to handle women, Germany. Watch me, I'll teach you! Hello, beautiful lady, would you like to go out with me? I will treat you to a wonderful Italian dinner at my house!; Lydra stared.

"Lei ha gli occhi molto belli. Sono così luminosa e piena di vita, ma lei sembra così depresso, come mai? È perché la Germania è grande e spaventoso?" you have very beautiful eyes. They're so bright and full of life but you seem so sad, why is that? Is it because Germany is big and scary?

Nothing.

"Posso renderlo migliore. Lo curerò di destra e noi potete fare insieme le cose alla notte, che cosa dite?" I can make it better. I will treat you right and we can do things together at night, what do you say?

At the point of 'che cosa diet' he placed his hand on Lydras shoulder and gently began rubbing it. After he said 'diet' she took the opportunity to punch him straight in the face, possibly cracking something in the process.

"Zokar tofano apo, lech owofuz ratazil!" don't touch me, you disgusting man!; Lydra spat as she angrily stood up and glared at the man who was now holding his face (which was slowly starting to bleed). The taller man seemed taken back by the tiny nation's sudden outburst. Lydra snorted then angrily walked off again and this time the blonde haired man didn't follow her.

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"Qui guyu mishu ochesh imuthiga!" Lydra sang out in a hallway. The little nation was utterly lost and confused. Since she had punched that one guy, she hadn't seen anyone around. It was really strange. Oh... wait.

"Интересно, что Литва сделает сегодня вечером," I wonder what Lithuania will make tonight; she heard as she turned a corner. And there appeared... Russia on the other side of the hall. Oh, crap! Lydra bolted back the way she came from but bumped into someone and stumbled back a bit.

"Nove, nove!" sorry, sorry; she muttered and looked up.

"Oh, et qu'avons-nous ici ? Vous êtes tout à fait beaux, ne sont pas vous, la jeune dame," oh, and who do we have here? You're quite beautiful, aren't you, young lady?; the man had long, blonde hair and he was frightening the small woman every second.

"Nove, ech asad da areyo. Pi echofuziy guyurot," sorry, I have to leave. I'm wanted elsewhere; she waved her hands in front of her then turned to leave but he grabbed one of her wrists and pulled against him (which felt awkward to her since she was only 157 cm and he appeared to be around 175 cm so she ultimately fell around his torso area).

"Pourquoi partez-vous si bientôt ? Vous m'aimez ? Je vous aime, je vous aime tout à fait un peu. Eh bien, quittons cet endroit et allons quelque part pour la nuit. Je sais un hôtel agréable à proximité," why are you leaving so soon? Don't you like me? I like you; I like you quite a bit. Come, let's leave this place and go somewhere for the night. I know a nice hotel nearby; creepy, creepy, creepy!

"Iche!" no!; she yelled in his face (or towards his chest since she couldn't exactly reach his face from where she stood) then began to struggle, attempting to get away.

"Oh, hello, France," a creepier... voice spoke.

"Hello, Russia," the man holding Lydra bent over slightly and placed an arm around her waist, "how did you like the meeting today? It was the first time in a long time since you've been to one and you left a bit early," this felt so incredibly wrong.

"I didn't like it at all. I had to leave early because I couldn't stand America's constant blathering. It was like hearing him talk to me over the radio again. Oh, and who do you have there?"

"I found her just now," he turned the little nation around, "she's pretty, isn't she?" Lydra stood stone faced. Oh, crap, oh, crap, oh, crap. It's Russia. It's Russia. It's Russia. It's Russia. A little mental breakdown going on in Lydra's head at the moment.

"Oh, it's Lydra!" he smiled and lightly waved at her, "ratazil poh tir aw onosh!" thank you for the oil; he spoke to her in her language which he must have picked it up while he was 'visiting' (as Lydra called it) her home. The comment made her want to lash out at him but she knew how he was when he was... angry. She saw it once when he was fighting with China. It was a chilling experience and the little nation knew better to not provoke him.

"Ah, her name is Lydra? I've never seen her before," the man holding her patted her head.

"Her house is above my house, right next to North Poles home."

"Oh, so it's colder than her house?"

"Nothing is colder than Siberia," Russia's voice deepened and became utterly frightening.

"Right... uh... let's go... Lydra! We're going to do some sightseeing! Bye-bye, Russia!" and with that, the man holding her captive picked her up by the waist and rushed her away from Russia who was muttering 'kol, kol, kol' under his breath.

"He's scary, isn't he?" the blonde haired man asked as he set Lydra down on a bench, ways away from Russia, "so, should we get that room?" he winked at she.

"Ech ifixe ethum oque poh," I smell death on you; she muttered. He tilted his head.

"Wha-"

"There she is!" she looked left then right. It was that one guy who took her to this place! He bounced over from nowhere and hugged her, "I've been looking all over for you! England and I were worried about where you went when we didn't see you on the bench! I told you to stay there, didn't I?" he looked at her with concern in his eyes. She tilted her head. What?

"You know her?" the blonde asked.

"Yep! Found her wandering around outside of England's house! I decided to bring her here when she almost fainted after smelling England's food. I thought my food would be better. Incidentally, here!" he took out a package from his aviators coat then handed it to her, "I got this one from McDonald's!"

"You idiot, you're going to kill her with your food! Your food is disgusting, I don't know why you aren't dead yet from it!"

"No, it's not! I eat it all the time and I'm healthy!" he puffed out his chest to show the other man. Lydra, on the other hand, curious as to what the man in glasses gave her, began unwrapping the package to find a pathetic looking piece of 'food'. It looked... quite dull and the bread holding the meat together looked flimsy. She looked up at the hyperactive man.

"Go on, eat it! It's a hamburger from this new place that's been opening up everywhere! I bet you're hungry, I got it especially for you!" he smiled brightly.

Curious, she stared at the sad excuse for a... whatever it was then took a small bi...

Ew.

Instantly, Lydra spit out whatever she had put in her mouth then placed the rest next to her and slid it away. Ew, ew, ew.

"Ahaha! She doesn't like you food!" the blonde man began cracking up.

"Wha? Why? It's better than England's food!" the brown haired man appeared depressed as he picked up the burger and stared at it in confusion.

"Here, I can make her better food," the blonde haired man took the island nations hand into his but she instantly took it away and held it to herself. She stood up and pushed both men away with force then walked forward and down the hall, away from both of them.

"Hey, wait!" both called out to her but the little nation ignored them both as they tagged along beside the small woman, appearing as her tall body guards. Their constant chatter made her head spin.

As she turned to a corridor, she noticed a man who appeared to be around her height with black hair. He was standing in front of a door and it looked like he was deciding whether or not to go in. Because of all the chatter, he noticed her little group.

"Oh, hello, America, France," the man turned and bowed.

"Hello, Japan!" the brown haired man yelled, "what are you doing?" at this point, Lydra attempted to continue walking off but the loud one grabbed her arm and held her by his side. Blasted people.

"China decided to lock himself in a room but I'm not sure why," he pointed to the door.

"Oh, I can help!" the man let go of her and she stepped back as he approached the door then began banging on it, "China, come out! I have tea for you!"

"No! Your tea is disgusting! It tastes like pure sugar!" a voice called out from behind the door.

"Ah, you can't hide forever, eh, China?" France sort floated his way to the door and together with America, began pounding at the door while Lydra stood with Japan looking on.

"Hello," Japan looked at Lydra as he waited for a response. None came as she stared at the two men still bashing at the door.

"Kombanwa, Nihon desu," good evening, I am Japan; he tried again but this time in his language. Still nothing. She didn't even know he was talking to her, "um...," it was at that point that that Lydra realized he had been talking to her.

"Nove! Ech ratazil pohafer poh awi areyohahed pip echo," sorry! I didn't realize you were talking to me; Japan looked confused.

"Nihon-go ga hanase masuka?" do you speak Japanese?; Lydra stared at him then looked away, "watashi ha suisoku suru," I guess not.

"滚开!离开我!" get away! Get away from me!; a man shouted after America and France broke the door down. For a few moments, there was shuffling then France came out with a wild China-mon on his back.

"China, we have to go to Hong Kong's house. He invited us to go today," Japan stated as the older Asian flailed and swatted the Frenchman.

"I will not! I will—oh, hello, Lydra!" he paused in his flailing and waved at the small woman. She stuck her nose up and looked the other way in response. She remembered how he fought with Russia back at her house and she also remembered how he helped ruin her home (which was another cause for her to flee), "aww, don't be that way, aru! What did I do to make you look so sad?" she didn't answer since she had no clue what he said.

"Oh, her name is Lydra?" Japan asked. After hearing her name she looked to the smaller Asian man and shrugged then began to walk off.

"Hey, hey! Where are you going? We have to meet with England!" America shouted. He was about to run after her but he was stopped after France shoved China to him and both began struggling to keep China calm.

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Left, right, up, down, left, left, right, right. This place was huge. Oooo, wuzzat?

Lydra had stopped and stared into a big box that had some sort of flimsy glass separating her from whatever it held inside. She had no clue what it did so she hit the glass once.

Nothing.

Okay, try again.

...nothing.

The little nation wiped her brow with her sleeve as she looked at the box in confusion. She then took the edges of the over-sized thing and began shaking it back and forth. The items inside jingled and crunched lightly but they ultimately did not budge or fall.

"Hey! What are you doing?" she looked to where the voice was coming from and saw the angry man who had accompanied her and the brown haired man to this place. His eyebrows were biiig, "you're going to tip it over, stop it," he smacked her hands away from the box, "what is it? Do you want a crisp?" he pointed to the box. She stared at the box, "hold on," he moved in front of her and took out his wallet from his coat pocket then took out a piece of paper and began putting it into the box which gave it back to him. Strange.

"Bloody America, his things are bi-polar, I swear," the box finally accepted the paper and he sighed, "what do you want?" she stared at him, "oh, right, I keep forgetting you speak a dead language. Right, uh... which one of these do you want?" he pointed to a few items inside the box and just to imitate him, Lydra pointed to the exact same ones he pointed at, "well, that didn't work. I'll just pick one for you since most of America's things are a bit fattening," he pressed a few things on the box then looked to the glass. She did as well then had a small panic attack after one of the items began moving. It eventually dropped down and the man bent down in front of her to retrieve it from inside the box. He opened a large flap at the bottom and took out a crinkling bag, "here," he handed it to her. She looked at it.

"They're crisps," he opened the bag for her and took a chip out, "see? Crisps," he ate the chip and she stared back down to the bag.

What ever happened to just catching food? Food came in all sorts of weird things now! Packages! Packages with pre-made food! What in the world?

She grimaced but took one out nevertheless and ate it. ...it was alright.

"Good, bad?" the man asked but she gave him the bag, "bad, I guess. I don't blame you," he threw the bag into a large bin next to the box and began steering Lydra away from the box, "come now, we need to find America. I need to talk to him about our relations," he grumbled.

"Ech yoxo yek agadeh," I want to leave; Lydra muttered. This place was so tiring! If only her home wasn't in ruins, maybe she would be sleeping right now or maybe she'd be at NP's house making weird things in the snow. The warmer climate did weird things to her skin, too. It wasn't all dried out like it usually was so that was a plus but she often found herself missing the cold weather. She felt her depression starting to sink in again...

"I wish I knew what you said," the man said as she both turned a corner, "oh," he muttered and sped up a bit.

"He, Lydra!" Hey, Lydra!; It was the tall, intimidating, blonde man at the end of the hallway! Yay!

"Germany, have you seen America?" Bushy-brow asked.

"America... ? Oh, I saw him with France, China, and Japan on the second floor. It looked like they were trying to do something with China, I'm not sure what though," the man looked down at Lydra briefly before Bushy-brow spoke once more.

"Oh, right then. Thank you," he walked off but Lydra never moved. After noticing he was the only one walking, he turned around and found the little nation staring at him. She waved, "I'll... be back," he shrugged, turned and walked off.

"Ich hoffe, dass Sie nicht mehr nicht böse sind," I hope you aren't angry anymore; she shrugged then walked to the nearest door and turned the knob. It was unlocked so she peeked inside. Just a bunch of chairs. She shut the door and went to the next door.

"So, haben Sie einen sehr netten Namen. Ich mag es, ich denke, dass es Ihnen anpasst," so you have a very unique name. I like it, I think it suits you; Lydra peeked into another room. Desks. Ick. She shut the door and looked at the man, shrugging to whatever he said. Next door!

"Ich wünsche, dass ich mit Ihnen kommunizieren konnte," I wish I could communicate with you; that last bit sounded disheartening. The young woman pursed her lips and opened the next door. Ooooh, just what she wanted! She turned and quickly grabbed the taller man's wrist (was he 180 cm or something? She dwarfed him via height and it felt a bit annoying since she was so small!) then dragged him into the room. She released him once inside then ran to the opposing which held a giant world map. The map looked remarkably different to what her maps back home were like (since they were a bit archaic and not up to date… since the eighteenth century). The little nation turned to him then began pointing to herself then to the ceiling. She began jumping in attempts to get to properly point to where her house would be but since she was so short, she was unable to reach the top of the map. Thinking quickly, Lydra grabbed the nearest chair then positioned it where she could reach Russia but she was still too short. She looked around and the man had figured out what she was doing by this time. He looked around as well then spotted a ruler sitting by one of the desks in one of the corners. He walked over, grabbed it then gave it to her. Lydra lifted the ruler up and pointed at nothing on the map.

"Lydra," she told him. Since her island was so small, most people didn't know about it. It had amazed her that Russia, China and Greenland even found her house since it was really just a tiny island. The man nodded then walked up to the map and motioned for the ruler. She handed it to him and he pointed to a place far away from hers.

"Deutschland."

"De.. uutsh... ichedeh," she attempted to repeat. It was so difficult!

"Let's try... Germany. Germany," he said.

"Jeh-r-mohn-key," she attempted to repeat.

"Monkey?" he laughed. She gasped and her hands instantly went up to her mouth.

" Zokar kopux och echo!" don't laugh at me!; she cried behind her mouth.

"Es tut mir leid, dass, Es tut mir leid, dass," I'm sorry, I'm sorry; Lydra clicked her tongue then took the ruler out of his hands and pointed towards the North Pole.

"North Pole," she looked at him and he nodded, "tachben," friend.

"Tekbahn?" he repeated in confusion. Lydra fumbled with the ruler then looked at Europe. She remembered France from earlier. After looking for a while, she found the shape of France (she had taught herself how to recognize each country by their shapes when she was younger but that was obviously a bit useless, especially since this map looked updated. She was just lucky France hadn't really changed) and pointed at it.

"Franque?" she then pointed at Germany then back to France, "techben?"

He was unsure of what she was trying to say but he shook his head. He could only assume that she meant he had relations with France in some way. He pointed to Italy, "Italien."

"Tachben?" she asked.

"Tekbahn?" he asked back. She thought for a moment then sat down on her chair and took his hand into hers, "Jerm-mon-iee tachben Lydra," she smiled and shook his hand then played around with it, gently throwing it from one of her hands to the other. His hands were so big!

"Bedeutet tekbahn freund?" does tekbahn mean friend?; she continued to smile at him and repeat 'tachben' once more. She released his hand, stood up in her chair and pointed to Russia and China.

"Tachben," Lydra shook her head and arms, "iche tachben," not friends; she pointed to Germany, "tachben," then nodded her head.

Germany nodded his head. Assuming that his assumption was now correct, he pointed to Italy again, "tekbahn," he moved behind her and moved over towards Asia then pointed to a thin island, "tekbahn," he then took the ruler from her and pointed to the middle of nowhere near the North Pole, "tekbahn."

"Yay!" she clapped her hands together then got off her chair and smiled at him, "sozg ul mupale," let's go outside; she took his hand again and led him away from the room.

She eventually found her way out of the building (with help from Germany) and together she sat with him on a bench under a tree, still trying to communicate with each other.