Wales was beautifully slim, with golden hair that framed his youthful face and a wonderfully compact stature. He had the charm and sophistication to make anyone fall for him, to turn them into putty in his hands so that he could mould them as he saw fit.
He could even enthral the whorish France with his divinely petite figure, with snappable wrists and a tiny waist. Just a flash of wickedly protruding collarbone and the Frenchman was on his knees and begging.
Yes. Thin, tiny, weightless, witty; it was all his.
In his imagination.
In reality, he was standing in front of the other nations of the world for the first time, wearing a second-hand suit from the charity shop that Mrs Williams down the street had helped him take in. The jacket's shoulders were too wide, falling part-way down is bone thin upper arm than where they were supposed to be, and the trousers bunched awkwardly at his waist from the belt he had to punch holes in.
It was embarrassing. He felt like a child playing dress-up with their father's clothes, rather than the nation he was.
"Nice to meet you all," He smiled, a little too crooked and a little too forced, "My name is Cy… Wales. My name is Wales. I hope we'll work well together."
He could hear them murmuring as he took his seat once more, but tried not to listen to intently; ignorance was bliss, as he should know, being so writhe with it. After all, if he hadn't of been so ignorant he would be a proper country.
"Dude, are we going to listen to Sealand mark two?" America snorted, "What kind of country's named after a fish, anyway."
Well. That hurt.
"He's a real country, Amérique," France sighed, leaning back in his chair in that certain way that he thought made him look cool.
And that made Wales' heart ache, even after all those years.
"Then how come I've never heard of him," America continued.
Just tear out my heart, little brother; it would hurt less.
"That would be the annexation and dear big brother's tendency to ignore anything that doesn't please him," He muttered, maybe a little too loud, but waved it away, "We should continue this meeting, shouldn't we?"
Just move on, it's not like I'm interesting or important enough to warrant the attention anyway.
A/N:
Bwyd - Food
Hudo - Enchant
This was just the introduction; with any luck, the chapters should be a lot longer from here.
