second chapter is here :)


New York City 2015

70 years have passed since the worst tragedy humanity had known and one could say things are going well apparently. There hasn't been a ww3 but the truth is there's violent conflict all around and it's kinda hard to decide who to lay the responsibility upon.

And as always the last resource is to trust the younger generations, some significant changes have been made as humanity has evolved but there's still a long way to go. And a good choice is to pick out young representatives from the nations and invite them over to a convention so each could promote their own culture and reinforce tolerance and coexistence.

Lukasz Majowicz got out of the car and entered the Waldorf Astoria. He'd only been once to NYC before for the holidays and now he was back to represent Poland. Some heads turn as he walks by, he wasn't the typical stereotype of a Jewish boy but he was proud to be one as well as a patriotic Pole. He was quite well built and had this manner of walking that just made you turn around. He ran a hand through his golden hair as his green eyes scanned the lobby.

The first thing he wanted to do after such a long trip from Warsaw was to rest a little so he went to the receptionist to check in. He had good English skills as well as German, at 23 and with a degree in Business one could say he was quite the whole package. But now he was supposed to coexist with a whole bunch of other people as well prepared as he was but different cultural backgrounds. It was exciting but nerve-wracking at the same time. He went upstairs to his room to unpack and take a short nap, meeting the rest as they arrived could wait.

Clara Schneider entered the hotel lobby to check in as well when Lukasz had already left. It carried some great deal of responsibility representing Germany but she was the right person to do it. She was smart, disciplined and determinate; she carried the good traits of the German culture along with her individual characteristics. She went to her room after they gave her the key and unpacked everything making sure she accommodated all her stuff in the right order. She had also taken a long flight all the way from Berlin but she wasn't feeling that tired just yet so she went back downstairs to sit down at the lounge and drink some coffee. But first she had to put on the tag on her left side which clearly read "Germany". All others were supposed to do the same with their respective country names to identify each other.

From her armchair she could see other young people from a distance chatting animatedly as she flipped through the newspaper. There was this girl with pale skin and black hair whose tag clearly read "United States of America" who seemed very excited while talking to a blonde boy whose tag read "Canada". They seemed nice but she wasn't the type of person to approach people first with a grin on her face even though some of her friends back home were. She preferred to get to know people more slowly and have them gain her trust.

She was quite the observer so her blue eyes scanned the place and met another black-haired boy talking…or more likely flirting with some other girl. She sighed as he leaned forward to the girl (whose tag read "Ukraine") somehow moving his torso so his own was more visible: "Russia".

Lukasz had rested long enough to make up for the jet lag so he decided to go downstairs forgetting to put on his own tag. A dark-haired boy wearing a kippa and a tag reading "Israel" walked over to him.

"You're Germany right? Why are you not wearing your tag?" he asked.

Lukasz rolled his eyes a bit at his religion brother and himself too for forgetting to put it on. The blonde hair and the features didn't necessarily have to mean 'German'.

"No" he answered with a bit of his Polish accent. "I'm Poland, not to mention also a Jew."

"Oh I'm sorry, I must've been confused." He smiled sheepishly. "My apologies, I'm Isaac." He stretched his hand for him to shake.

"Lukasz" he answered with a court nod as they shook hands.

He knew why Isaac had asked him that question though and it went beyond his golden hair. What the Germans had done still left a mark in the Jewish population he should know even though he wasn't that religious. He'd noticed a general feeling of mistrust and resentment towards the Germans (and Russians) in Poland even after so many years had passed. In fact, his own family had been killed in Auschwitz and only his great grandfather had survived and that's why he existed. He assumed Isaac must be a Holocaust survivor descendant as well but contrary to him he wasn't all about hating Germans, they weren't exactly his cup of tea but he was supposed to be diplomatic at least on the outside…


A/N: no offense is intended to any of the countries mentioned in this story, the people representing them are not supposed to be generalizations of the whole nationality, each has a character of their own and the opinions expressed here are not the necessarily the author's, any resemblance to reality is pure coincidence

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