Katilee walked towards the meeting hall that Prussia had specified quietly. She moved down the halls without a sound, her black skirt made no noise as it brushed the tips of her fingers. Her hair was in its normal braid but instead of her green top she wore a white v-necked tank top with a short black jacket. She soon became surprise at how large the building really was and how far she had to travel to get to the 3rd meeting room. The young girl had to climb down a narrow stone stair case and down a dark passage before finally finding the right place. The door was a large wooden one and it had the Roman Numeral III carved into it. She opened the door to see St. Elroy and Prussia seating and talking. She looked around, noticing that the room wasn't nearly as big as the main meeting hall. It was just a normal sized space with the walls painted red and a few tall beautiful glass painted windows. Instead of a long modern looking table that stretched from one end to the other, there was an old round wooden table. On the wooden surface of the table was an elaborate old painting. One could tell it was old, as the colors were fading and the paint was chipping. Around the table, tall decorative chairs were placed. Each chair was elaborately designed and on the back it had a place for one to sheath their sword and hang their shield. Katilee then realized that by the 3rd meeting room, it probably meant that it was the 3rd meeting room even made. She wondered to herself what had happened to rooms one and two but all together found all of it quite amazing.
Katilee saw that she, St. Elroy, and Prussia were the only ones there so far. This wasn't so surprising since the meeting didn't start for another 15 minutes. They stopped their conversation and looked at her as she shut the door behind her.
"Shrimp-Cake! You made it! Awesome," Prussia hollered from his spot next to St. Elroy. The islander was sitting at the head of the table with Prussia to the right of her.
"You should call people you've just met by their proper name," Elroy said to Prussia almost scolding like.
"What are you talking about? Katilee and I are awesome pals, right." He looked over toward the said girl.
"Um, yeah," she said as she took one of the spots at the table next to Prussia. On the table in front of her was the image of fierce looking bear painted into the wood and below it was someone's name carved in the table in Latin. She ran a hand over the words.
"It's the name of the person who sat in that chair."
Katilee looked up at the sound of St. Elroy's voice. It was the first time Katilee got a good look at the islander. St. Elroy had dark brown straight hair in a medium length Bob cut that went about a little above her shoulders with her bangs parted evenly to the side. Her Hawk's Claw (which is named after one of her islands because of its shape, much like America's Nantucket) was curling a bit on her right side even though she had spent all morning attacking it with the straighter. She had deep dark brown eyes and though lovely, it was rumored that she had terrible eye sight. Her uniform was dark blue with a high collar and long sleeves. The yellow buttons on her jacket ran up the middle of the right side. The sleeve cuffs were the same color as her jacket with smaller yellow buttons. All of the buttons had the image of a hawk carved into each one. The left side she had her ribbon bar which was small and didn't hold as many as some of the other countries but Katilee was still impressed. She wore dark blue pants that tucked into her high length, pointed-toe black combat boots. On her chair hung what looked like a solid dark blue yachting hat that, instead of the anchors symbol, had a stitched patch of her country's flag in the front. Her current injuries were already starting to look better than they did an hour ago; then again that is how it goes with countries. They aren't like normal humans when it comes to healing and many other things.
Katilee smiled. "What a great idea, thinking that we're sitting in leaders past, or even our own ancestors, places."
"Mine is the image of an angry giant squid." She smiled thinking of her elder brother as she looked down at the words carved in the wood in Latin.
Just then the door opened again.
"A-are we late," Canada asked as he poked his head into the room.
"Not at all! You're right on time," St. Elroy said from across the room.
"Thanks."
Canada crept into the room with another following him. The other country was a darker-skinned man with tied back brown dreadlocks. His copper colored eyes were looking down at his shoes. He and Canada were having a quiet conversation as they entered the room.
"Cuba, you should go sit next to her," Canada whispered, a soft knowing smile on his face.
The Cuban's eyes crossed the room over to a certain islander but after a moment's glance, his eyes shifted back to the floor. "No way man," he whispered back, which was odd seeing on how Cuba often talk in a loud, sometimes, yelling voice.
"Come on. I know that's you want to. That's the whole reason we came early: so you could get the seat next to her." Canada tried pushing the bigger man over to where St. Elroy was sitting but with Canada being so small, Cuba didn't move an inch.
"Alright, alright," he said, both frustrated and embarrassed.
Canada followed behind as Cuba slowly made his way over to where St. Elroy was sitting. He stood behind the seat next to St. Elroy.
"Um, uh," he started his cheeks turning pink.
St. Elroy raised her look to Cuba. "Yes?"
"C-can I sit here," Cuba asked pointing to the chair.
"Absolutely," she answered calmly.
Cuba felt like steam was exploding out of him as he took his seat. Canada sat next to him, seeing how happy his friend was.
The door opened again as three more entered the room. Katilee's eyes widened with delight.
"Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania," she cheered rising from her chair and running over to them.
"Katilee," Latvia said with excitement upon spotting her. He went to greet her first as he sprinted over to her, Estonia and Lithuania following behind. "Wow, I didn't think I would meet you here of all places."
"I'm just as surprised as you are," she said with a smile.
"I saw you at the meeting but I never got the chance to speak to you. Its busy work being a free country now," Estonia said as he and Lithuania caught up. "It's good to see you on the map."
"You too."
"It's very nice to see you again," Lithuania said with a smile.
"Come sit next to me," Katilee started as she took Lithuania's hand and started pulling him toward the seat next to hers. Latvia and Estonia quietly took the seats next to Lithuania.
Hong Kong and Korea came in soon after, Egypt following silently behind. The two Asians seemed to be having an argument.
"You think I haven't tried to lift this curse," Hong Kong said plainly as he pointed to his eye brows.
"I'm just saying that you should try this medication I invented," Korea shouted waving a bottle around.
"Korea, that's Aspirin."
"Did you know I invented Aspirin?"
"No you didn't."
As they continued their quarreling, Egypt took a seat next to Canada and the two Asian sat next to him.
The group talked quietly amongst themselves for awhile. Finally the last two members came in.
"You're late, Romano" St. Elroy said.
The Italian came in with his arm around the shoulders of a freighted looking Lichtenstein. "What do you want me to do? You told me to go pick up the princess."
"Yes, I put you in charge of getting Lichtenstein because you live closer and she can't get her by herself because Switzerland is normally her transport but I didn't tell you to be late. Our time is precious!"
"I got her here didn't I!"
"And what did you do to poor Lichtenstein?"
"Oh I just showed her my cool new car."
"Slow down. Red light. Old lady look out. Oh dear. Slow down," Lichtenstein quietly muttered to herself, shaking slightly.
"Care for a ride, St. Elroy?"
"No, just sit down," the islander breathed with a sigh.
Lichtenstein took a seat next to Estonia and Romano sat in-between her and Korea.
"With everyone now present we can begin the World Legion meeting," St. Elroy said.
"I thought we were going with Awesome Fire Death Team," Prussia asked.
"No one likes your stupid name, Poser," St Elroy said to him with irritation.
"Um, why is the new girl here," Korea asked.
"I was wondering that too," Hong Kong added.
Egypt nodded his head in agreement.
"She's gonna be our final piece," St. Elroy explained.
"What? That squirt," South Italy questioned. "And I thought you were crazy before, but now I see that you have gone over that you crazy bitch."
"Hey! Watch your language," Elroy scolded.
"She's right next to Russia. Now we have about someone at or near each corner of the globe." This was Prussia talking. He kicked his feet up on the table and used his hands as a pillow for his head while he leaned back in the chair. "It's pretty awesome."
"You're gonna break the chair," Canada said softly but the German didn't seem to hear him.
"Yeah well she hasn't said yes yet, Prussia," Elroy said, pushing his feet off the table.
"Oh but she will, right Shrimp-Cakes," he asked Katilee who was sitting next to him quietly.
She suddenly felt everyone's eyes watching her. "Well, um, what is the World Legion?"
"See the pipsqueak doesn't even know what we are! She shouldn't be here. She might go running to America or someone else and tell them of our plans! Just look at her, she probably sweet talked her parent country into freeing her!" Romano shouted. This sparked fighting between the other countries. Lithuania looked over at Katilee and saw her frowning, her hands curled into fists in her lap. He paled slightly as he remembered that Katilee had a temper that was just as bad as Russia's when she was upset. It had never been directed towards him, Latvia, or Estonia but it was still frightening to see.
The fighting lasted several minutes. Most of the members wanted Katilee out, she was new and they had no knowledge of her. Romano challenged St. Elroy again.
"There's no reason for her to be here. It's not like she can fight-" He stopped talking as a glint of silver flew past his head and imbedded itself in the back of his chair right above his head. The other nations quieted down as they looked across the table to see Katilee staring at Romano with anger in her eyes.
"If you're going to question my fighting abilities then you should test them yourself." She walked around to Romano's seat and pulled out her throwing knife before sliding it back into her sleeve. "I fought hard for my independence and won. You can ask Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia for confirmation if you wish. I don't want to act like my father but if it will get you to calm down then I will." The others mumbled to each other before Canada spoke up.
"W-who is your father?" Katilee opened her mouth to speak but St. Elroy beat her to it.
"Russia is her father." All the countries eyes widened as they looked back at Katilee as she returned to her seat.
The temperate in the room dropped ten degrees and quiet murmurs spread through the room.
"Wait," Romano blurted out, placing a hand gently on Katilee's arm, who was still standing next to him.
"What is it?" She seemed calmed down.
"W-who?"
"Who?"
"Don't play dumb with me; that is my brother's job. I know how the newer countries are made now a day. Who was . . . . . your mother?"