Chapter 1
Then sun was just starting to rise when I looked out the window. Plenty of light for my morning run. As I finished getting dressed, I looked at the bed and the sleeping man in it. France was always so much more beautiful when he slept. When he was a sleep I knew he wasn't out trying to get someone else into his bed. England may be a bore, but at least he was loyal. As I left the room, I stopped in front of the mirror. My long, light blonde hair was tied back in a perfect ponytail. My light blue tank top and dark blue shorts looked nice against my pale skin. My trusty watch was on my left wrist and I was wearing my favorite dark blue running shoes, completing my look. Satisfied, I left and went outside. Breathing in the crisp morning air, I knew it was going to be a beautiful day. Too bad everybody who was here was going to be in a conference all day. The countries were always holding conferences. Looking up at the UN building, I had to admit it was built perfectly for its use. There was a room for every country, and a huge hall for their conferences. One of the benefits of being a body of water instead of a country is that I get to skip out on all that boring stuff. At least there was going to be a ball afterward.
I am North Sea, and I control the English Channel that runs between England and France. And yes, I am dating France. And England. They both know, and they often fight for my attention. Honestly it got old centuries ago. But they both have moments where they are sweet, though England is sweeter. England tells me that my eyes are brighter than the stars and as blue as the sky. They both tell me that my smile is the most beautiful one they have ever seen. That's my life, splitting my time between my boyfriends. The only reason I started running in the morning was so I could take a break from the two of them. Once I loved them both, now I stay because I fear being alone. I wish I was strong enough to leave them.
Sighing, I started to stretch before my run. Usually, I during my runs I stop thinking and just focus on the sound of my feet hitting the road. Little did I know that this run would change everything. As I started to run and lose myself in the rhythm, a man started jogging next to me. Distracting me enough that I faltered a few steps. He was very attractive and muscular. His hair was as blonde as mine, only his was short and carefully styled back. He looked over at me and smiled before running ahead of me. Competitive person that I am, I took it as a challenge. I refused to be so easily outdone. I ran even faster and overtook my mysterious running partner. We raced the whole way back to the UN building. Only slowing when we got there. It was clear that we were both out of breath from giving the unofficial race our all. Once we caught our breath, the man came over to talk to me.
"You are a very good at running, fräulein. Not many can keep up with me," The man said . His accent made me think he was Germany. Either that or Austria had a major make over.
"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself," I responded smiling. I love compliments. That's part of why I fell for England.
"I don't think we have met before, and I know all of the countries here," the man said. Definitely a German accent.
"We haven't met because I'm not a country. I only came because France and England said there was going to be a ball," I told him. His eyes widened a little. He must have heard of me. It's not every day a country ends up with a body of water, let alone two countries.
"I see. You must be North Sea. The Sea who shares her bed with both France and England. I am Germany, it is a pleasure to meet you," He said with a bow. I couldn't help but smile. I totally guessed right.
"It's nice to meet you too, Germany. You can call me North," I responded. Looking at my watch I realized that there was only an hour till the conference started.
"And if we don't get going, you'll risk being late. But maybe we can talk more at the ball tonight?" I asked, hopeful that I would have a very good, attractive, charming reason to ditch England and France.
"I would very much like that, North. I will see you there," Germany said kissing my hand like a gentleman. We both went inside and went our separate ways. I was looking forward to the ball, now more than ever.