Hello everyone! Suboi airi here! :)

Here is another chapter but WARNING! This is a character explanation chapter. Basically it's saying that it will NOT be a fun fanfiction like chapter.

I have been told its a bit bland and not attention grabbing, but I strongly feel that this must be done. One of the things I do not like about hetalia OCs is that there is no explanation on why you give them the characteristics they have. They are supposed to represent the countries so how do they do that?

I do not want my character to be thought of as only having a pretty face with no substance to why she is like that, except for the usual 'I want my character to look appealing'. That's too shallow and sueish for me.

Thus, I have this chapter. It's rather long and, as I said, dry, but I need it here.

On a lighter note, the fun chapter will be next so please watch for it! :)

Italics are for character explanations

Normal is the character description

The format is character explanation then description, explanation then description,

Explanation then description and the last two paragraphs are description then explanation.

The format and words are repetitive, but that's part of the character trait as well.

Now, to the bland, explanatory, necessary chapter~~! On with the exposition!

If you looked out at the world from a particular cafe chair, you would be able to see a throng of people walking from one place to the next. A group of friends, a solo business person, a small part of a family walking together. Chatting amiably, taking photos of themselves, using their ever present phones. If you sat there looking for days in end, week after week, month after month, you would come to recognize some of them.

That one man, walking by at 9:17a.m. Using his usual brisk walk to get to work. That group of students in uniform would pass by between 6:32 to 6:55 in the evening, gossiping and discussing new movies. They all had very similar bags. All of them being molded to help their society. They have been taught of their country, to push it forward to the future. To know who they should support. Their parents and them themselves being shaped to handle her and no matter the challenges, learn, make note of it, and continue. Onwards, onwards, get to the goal. You would then begin to recognize this one girl. She was usually alone.

She was always walking at the side of the pavement. The right side of her. On rare occasions, she moved to the middle, neither left nor right. She would walk briskly like she was always in a slight hurry and had no time to stop around for anything except her destination. She might occasionally stumble on a stray pebble or twig, but she caught herself quickly and after a brief check on herself, continue as briskly as before.

If you looked at the world from that particular cafe chair, you would be able to see all the surrounding buildings. Tall ones, small ones, stalls and stands. Sometimes it was a field, then a housing estate, then a shopping place. Selling candy and sweets, toys, stationary, glass trinkets, clothes and shoes. If you sat there continuously for days on end, week later week, month after month, you would be able to witness a rapid change of the area around.

Grass lands stripped bare and clothed with cement, towering building reaching vigorously for the sky, trees growing in neat straight lines then everything is removed. A garden now appears with street lamps ensuring there will always be light. The cafe where you sit suddenly sells pastries along with simple sandwiches. But is it still a cafe if fast food is being served? Or if it suddenly sells computers?

*She had light gray eyes today. It was not unexpected though. She had lime green eyes the last time. Her eye color always changed. Blue, brown, green, red, whatever you thought of, she probably had. On some special occasions, her eyes would have patterns. Stars, hearts and even smiley faces. Those were rare though. On other such occasions, she had brownish black eyes, framed by a pair of spectacles. What type did not really matter as she changed them often.

If you looked at the world from that cafe chair, you would be able to see interesting changes from one part of the day to another. Morning, afternoon, evening and night. The people also start to change slightly. The face, the clothes, the style, the demeanor. If you sat there continuously for days on end, week after week, month after month, you would notice the routine changes that are similar, yet different each time. In the mornings rush to where you are supposed to be, but some times alone, other times with friends. Different objects being brought. A bag, a file, a case, a sling. Taking out a cell phone, "Wah! Newest model ah? Cool sia! Eh, den your ol one den how? Can gimme right?" to text a message. "whn u gg 2 scrp tt hp? Ancient aladi"

Then the afternoon brings a new set of people. The streets are more empty, but that family hasn't been here before. Evening means a change of clothes. Shall we go watch another movie? A new one is out! Shops are open, let's have fun! Show us who you are. Night comes but it's still so bright. Show us how you can be. Work? Its over, lets just have fun. Shops close, shops open. Who is that? You've never seen him before. Where are you now? You can no longer tell. The evening crowd is gone, the night crowd dances. Its their time slot allocated to them. Follow it, don't get out of line.

When did she turn herself into a blond? Today? You admit to yourself that you do not recognize that hair ornament. Was it new? Her hair was now layered and styled. Before that were curls and loops and once, you remembered, was in a pixie cut. Hair bands, rubber bands, clips. Odd, where did that one disappear to? Black, red, brown. Dyed or henna? Highlights and streaks, a contest of colors. All the bases were natural though, you admit. You wouldn't find pink or purple there at least. No matter what, it was never particularly jarring. One look and it was black tied back, and a second glance showed brown in plaits. Boundaries which caused much attention were never crossed.

Looking at the world from that same chair, you would be able to observe the many people around. Busy individuals of many colors and backgrounds doing their own work and not really noticing each other and thus not taking offence when they do the same. Tolerance of being in their own respective roles. There was also nothing really said outside if offence is felt. If you continuously sat there, day after day, month after month, week after week, you would be able to see how each one melded together to become one big being. From one to another, actions, words, thoughts, they were all the same and they all fitted together to complete the puzzle.

You witness working together, some enjoying it, some don't, some are indifferent. You think they are different. Style, sense, color, pasts. They know they are different, but to what extent? How much do they know? Why then do they work together? Willingness? Force? Do they know, do they care? Do you know, do you care? How do they fuse together, become one? Some even more than others. All should have a part. It is such a small complex puzzle in the end.

Her skin was brownish. Light and white enough, but tanned brown and honeyed. Which side did she stand on more? The lighter. Her blackish brown, rather large eyes tilted at the corner, upwards. Her young and developing body was small and slim. Asian and young, she could not be past 13, reaching the 127 cm height one thing that was relatively odd about her was that she was neither here nor there. She did little to warrant a second glance. Her maturing body did not call to the eyes, her sense of style, while wide, were ordinary when put with the people there. Her hair, while surprising on a girl her age, had no real lasting impressions. She had no signature accessories. She either changed them, or got newer, better ones.

As you observe her, she turns to look at you and you are surprised at her eyes. Bright, smart and intelligent. She had a certainty that she would go far. She was proud of being who she was. She also held an arrogance that said that in one way or another, she was better than you. You could see excellence behind those eyes, a brain that could and would solve her problems in one way or another with ease and sensibility.

But with that surprise, you also feel some sadness. Her eyes where strangely dull. There was a slight frantic desperation to be somewhere fast. Realizing that this was Singapore, you suddenly feel pity for this bright eyed child. This place has trained them to rise and rise quickly in a definitive way. There was no real place for anybody that was not ordinary.

But then again, she was never a really normal person. No nation really was. What really mattered was to try look at the good side of them.

You nod at her, and hesitantly she nods back with a slightly confused smile. It was no matter though, as you know that somehow, in some way, she will accept you to her society. All it takes is some time.

End chapter

And that's it everyone! The explanation chapter of the character. The next one would be more on Singapore's favorite topic and past time, food! It will be a lot less confusing, bland and un-entertaining so please watch out for it!

I apologize if this chapter puts you off, but as I said, I do feel it to be very necessary and will not take kindly to words that state this chapter was unnecessary. Also, please note that all of this is from my point of view so no flaming on that account please.

But first, I have been asked some questions so I'm putting up the explanations you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask coz I'm sure some people would not understand as well. :DD

* The whole concept of changing styles (both hair and eye color) was to show that we are always changing. The way the people act in the streets during the different times of the day and who is on the streets, to the changes of the physical land structures. One landmark you pick up today would have a high chance of disappearing in 15 years time and replaced with a totally new one. Some hardly make it through 10 years!

I put in there the stars and smileys eye contacts because there really was a trend once and that it also coincidentally could be placed in how Singapore always tries to be different, unique and stand out. But she never really holds on to these things and keeps on moving on, so these contacts are really rare. Take for example, Singapore created the first ever night safari. Then she moves on to something else. It's like a cycle of create, shine, move on to something else.

So I imagine her to put on these contacts for maybe one day or two, and then put them away and move on to another color. As Singapore does have the new ideas and implement them practically all the time, she would have the different contact for the different occasions. Contacts that are different from the rest.

Hope you had enjoyed it! Please continue to support me!