Chapter 1 Getting to it
Sakura was ready to go in, she just needed to compose herself one last time. Now it may seem weird to start here but she wanted me to. Sakura knocked on the wooden door. She stood silently waiting.
The door creaked open and a blonde stood in front of her. "What a beautiful woman!" the blonde exclaimed.
"Sir I am looking for Arthur." She said in a tone that freaked him.
"Umm… Ah… He's over, ah over, over there." The blonde ran away getting Arthur.
As soon as Arthur came the girl explained why she was there. She was there because her mother told her that her father was a country. She suspected that he was an ally.
"An ally well that means me, France, America, Russia, and China." Arthur told her.
"All I would like to talk to you all to find out which one she told me about." Sakura said more asking.
Arthur walked into the living room where a meeting seemed to be going down. He motioned for her to sit. She sat in a brown leather arm chair. She let her blonde hair fall into her face.
"Iggy who is the beauty in front of me?" Asked the blonde who first answered the door.
Arthur's eye twitched and he yelled, "It's not Iggy." He gained his composure, "She is supposedly one of ours."
"Ours, Aru" A brown haired man asked.
"As in daughter," Arthur said to him.
"Sakura this is France" he said pointing to the blonde, "Russia," then a dirty blonde which was almost grey, "China" The brown haired, "America" A blonde with glasses "And myself, England" He said pointing at himself.
"Hello," she bowed nicely to them. "Sorry to disturb your meeting."
"It was over anyway." England said.
"My mother told me my father was a country who served the good. I figured she meant that he was an Ally." Sakura explain to all of them.
"What all did she tell you about him, Aru?" China wanted to know more.
"Well for starters, she said I have his hair." Sakura neatly shook the blonde of her hair, "And that he has or had great eyesight."
"Rules out China and America," Russia smiled.
"What color are his eyes?" England almost interrogating her.
"Blue," Sakura sat up and opened her eyes to show brown.
Everyone but her then turned to France. "You moron," England yelled at him.
"We should have known dudes." America laughed.
"I have a daughter?" France yelled and ran to hug her.
"Stay away, Bastard." Sakura jumped up and stood in a fighting position.
"Why you are my daughter, no?" France asked stopping in his tracks.
"My mother's dead because I'm your fucking daughter!" She yelled with a hint of sadness.
"She's dead?" France now understood something. My daughter's name is Sakura. She has my flawless hair, brown eyes, and semi-tanned skin. OMG is her mother who I think she is? France pieced together Sakura's past.
Thank you for reading. I only own Sakura that is it. I got this idea in a dream!