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By the way, Blue eyed love can also be translated to naive love, I just wanted to tell you :D

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Chapter 2 – Just who is she?

This meeting was unusual.

First of all, Germany wasn't shouting. England and France weren't fighting. Italy wasn't sleeping and neither were Spain nor Greece.

Second of all, there were only European countries.

It seems like a little meeting for the European countries only. For some reasons there shall be known soon.


Everyone was staring at the picture they had in their hand. The picture was of a woman they all knew in the back of their heads, but for some reason couldn't quite remember.

"We all got these pictures yesterday," started Germany, "most of us found them lying randomly around in our house or in an album, some of us found it in the mailbox too."

"What does it mean?" asked Latvia.

"That's what we are to find out, Latvia," replied Finland.

It went silent and everybody was pondering for themselves, what this could possibly mean.

Suddenly Poland exclaimed, "I think that there's like totally somebody playing pranks on the European countries."

"With a photo of a woman." said England rhetorically and raised an eyebrow, "what sick prank is that."

"You know, it could be America or someone else playing a sick prank," said Spain. Everyone thought thoughtfully about what Spain just said, because it was a possible proposal.

"Then how can you explain that this picture sailed down from my ceiling," said Romania, "the point is that there weren't anyone up there to drop it."

"I experienced something likely," said Bulgaria.

"I found mine in my wardrobe," said Czech, "the weird thing is that I had just cleaned it and placed my clothes in neat in piles, when minutes later I came back I saw the picture laying there on top the clothes." Some of the other countries nodded and agreed because they had similar weird encounters with the picture.

"Um..." Liechtenstein raised her hand slowly just above her head. Germany nodded for her to have the word. "...I think it's a sign."

"A sign?" said some of the countries.

"Yes. Like a message," said Liechtenstein.

"What makes you think that, Liechten?" asked Hungary.

"Do you remember that time, nineteen-thirteen when the first world war was about to break out, at that time we all had a new and strange feeling inside, like something new, as if changes was about to happen. I think it's the same with this, there's something about to change in Europe and maybe even the world too." Liechtenstein looked around at the others. Every one of them had gone silent. Liechtenstein fidgeted in her seat worried if she had said something wrong. She felt a hand place on her shoulder. Liechtenstein looked to her right were Switzerland sat.

Switzerland nodded and an unusual proud smile crossed his face, "Liechtenstein," he said, "You've just lead us in the right path."

Liechtenstein blushed slightly. She was so happy that she had said something useful and very good, and the fact that Switzerland praised her made her even happier.

"Liechtenstein is right, I've had the same feeling since I got the picture, just like that time," said Serbia.

"Me too," said Macedonia.

"Me three."

"Me four." And so on. All European countries had been having this feeling since they found the picture. They all agreed which was unusual, but this time, they did.

"But guys, why did we get this exact picture? There are even some of us in the picture with the woman," Denmark said and pointed at his picture where he and the woman were high-fiving each other.

"Yes, some of us, or maybe all of us, must have met her at some point," said Finland.

Sweden nodded. "Yes."

"But none of us remember her," said Norway.

"That's true," said Germany. He sighed and so did most of the others. They weren't getting anywhere, but they were on the right path that's for sure.

"Just who could she be?" groaned Portugal in annoyance. He was muttering something angry in Portuguese, and it sounded harsh.

Everyone was trying to remember but weren't getting anywhere. "Come on guys," whispered a little voice in a rather annoyed tone. No one looked to see where it came from. Figures, it must have been a country perhaps.

"Perhaps she's a country?" said Iceland in a rather questionable way.

"She's not," said Germany, "I checked the book that has everyone's name and portraits. For some reason Canada made one." And for some reason there were more pictures of him than other nations in it.

"A fallen or long gone country then?" asked Estonia. Germany shook his head. Another sigh and tiredness filled the room. They really weren't getting anywhere.

Suddenly Turkey stood up and said, "we aren't getting anywhere, and since I don't find this important in any way I will be leaving for more important matters." With that he walked out of the door. Croatia said something likely and left the room as well.

"I don't think this matter is all that important now, if it has any meaning for me in the future, I will wait for it and see," said Ireland. Scotland and Ireland left the room followed by Netherland and Belgium.

More and more countries left but a few were still sitting there. "You idiots!" shouted the little voice. Since the room had gotten quieter the voice was noticed. England looked at the ceiling where he had heard the voice.

"Huh?" he said looking at the thing flying around the ceiling.

Some of the other countries looked at where England was looking, but didn't see anything.

"Oh," said Norway and pointed at the flying thing, "a little fairy," he said.

"Are you seeing things again, Norway?" asked Denmark earning a punch to the shoulder from Norway.

"No, I see it too," said England.

"You always see things," said France mockingly.

"Do you have something to say, wine bastard!" England said and clenched his fist.

The little fairy flew down in between France and England before they could eat each other out with punches as usual, "STOP! There's NO time for that!" shouted the little fairy with her high pitched voice.

"Miss fairy, please move out of the way so I can punch beardy here," said England calmly looking at the little winged fairy.

France looked at England as if he'd gone crazy, because to France it looked like he was speaking him. France and the others couldn't see the Fairy.

"She seems like having something important to say," said Norway looking at the fairy, which was thin air for the others. Only Norway and England could see the little magical creature.

"Oh," said England and lowered his fist. The little fairy flew from England to the picture lying on the table in front of England. The picture was in black and white of England and a woman having tea in a garden.

"Have you forgotten her!" shouted the little fairy at England.

"We all have little miss," said England shortly.

"But you loved her!" shouted the fairy, "you all loved her!" she pointed at everyone left in the room.

"They can't see or hear you little miss," said Norway. The little fairy scoffed and crossed her small arms over her chest.

"Then tell them what I'm saying, it's very important," said the fairy irritated. England sighed and looked at the others.

"Listen carefully everyone," England said, "the little fairy is about to tell us something important. I will tell you what she says since you can't hear her."

"Are you sure there's something standing there?" asked Germany.

"It feels kind of weird," said Italy.

"Yes, there is something there! Just shut your jab and listen, alright!" snapped England.

"Fine, I will tell you, but recite the exact thing I say," scoffed the little fairy at England. England nodded and motioned for her to go on, "alright. This woman here on all of your pictures is in grave danger at the moment. You all should know her, you are all a part of her, but for some reason you have all forgotten. This woman here made me deliver all these pictures to each of you, and make sure that you noticed them. I'd hoped for you to know exactly what was going on the moment you touched the picture, but it seems like something went wrong." She held a pause motioning for England to tell the others. England told them the exact thing he'd heard from the fairy. When England was done the fairy continued.

"She's in an underground prison right now and she's been there for months, and has been waiting eagerly for you guys to save her, but as time drew she knew something was wrong, because you never came or took notice. That's why I'm here, I'm her loyal friend by the way, but anyway, she send me to get you and give you this message."

England recited the following perfectly.

"So we are to save her?" asked Denmark.

"Yes," replied Norway.

"But we don't even know her," said Iceland.

"We are supposed to," said Norway, "though I have a faint feeling that I know her, I'm not so sure."

"I have this faint feeling too, as if she's close to me," said Finland. Sweden nodded as to agree or saying 'yes'.

"But then if we were supposed to know, but we've forgotten, could you please tell us who she is, miss fairy?" asked Austria.

The little fairy got a proud smile on her lips when she said, "she's been here since time began and she's a great woman, she is the great Europe."


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