As the Allies piled out the private plane's door, (y/n) was extremely worried. She hadn't thought about somewhere to stay when she got on the plane, and there was no way she could afford a decent hotel, since most of her money went to feeding her people.
So she stood at the base of the stairs, twiddling her thumbs nervously and searching her mind for a solution to this problem.
The girl was starring off into space when Canada interrupted her train of thoughts.
"M-Miss (c/n)?" came his nervously stuttering voice. (Y/n) met his eyes and smiled softly in encouragement.
"Yes, Canada?" replied the girl.
"W-Well, I w-was wondering if you were c-coming to the next world conference," began the Canadian. "W-We'd love t-to have you there, y-you know."
(Y/n)'s heart skipped a beat. She was a country, but she had never really attended world conferences for financial reasons, since traveling cost so much.
But now, the girl had a perfect opportunity to become more normal, to ally with some others, to improve not only her financial status, but also increase her country's population.
"Sure!" responded (y/n) anxiously. Canada then smiled and led her to where the rest of the Allies were standing, waiting for their luggage.
b*~ C~*/b
After that long flight, China headed to his home (where the conference was being held this time) and the rest of the Allies decided to rent a few hotel rooms.
(Y/n) just kind of stood at the hotel's entrance, refusing to step foot in it and hoping that the Allies would leave her behind, allowing her to find a nice bench to sleep on for the night.
However, the girl's wishes didn't come true.
England, as usual, being the gentleman he was, stopped at the door and held it open for (y/n), who let out a small sigh and shook her head. When the Brit tilted his head sideways in confusion, she decided to explain.
"I can't," muttered (c/n). "Don't have the money..."
The look on England's face was a mixture of shock, horror, sadness and empathy after her words.
"Why didn't you just say so?" he asked the girl. "You can stay with me, there are two beds, after all."
The englishman then gestured again for her to enter the luxurious-looking hotel, earning a defeated sigh on her part. (Y/n) knew that there was no way he was going to let her refuse, so she took a few conscious steps into the warmth of the welcoming inn.
A soft click of the door indicated that England had followed her inside. The girl turned and looked at him thankfully, letting him walk ahead of her. He lead her through the endlessly beautifully decorated halls, up the elevators and to his reserved room.
The Brit took out a key-card and scanned it, using an odd-looking gadget that was nailed onto the door. Then, another device popped out of that one, and England lowered himself to it's height, right eye poised exactly in front of it.
With a quick green flash, a click sounded and the door opened, showing an immense hotel room, full with a master bedroom with two beds, a huge bathroom with a gigantic tub, an outdoor balcony, a flat-screen TV that looked extremely expensive, and the sweet smell of vanilla flowing through the place.
"Wow," breathed (y/n) mouth gaping at how amazing the so-called 'hotel room'. England chuckled, and walked inside, settling himself on a perfectly cushioned couch.
(Y/n) didn't know what to do, and something was telling her not to sit next to Britain, so she walked past the Brit and went onto the large outdoor balcony, breathing in the rare fresh air in China (because of factories, etc.).
The girl propped her elbows onto the railing protecting her from falling, and closed her eyes, smiling serenely at the sunset that she didn't even need to see to love.
b*~ C~*/b
He fell asleep to the sound of a sweet melody. iHer/i sweet melody.
England didn't know how (c/n) did it, how she played so well. But that was just one of the many things he didn't understand about the country.
He couldn't think of a good reason to her beauty. (C/n) was one of the most broke countries the Brit had seen, after Sealand, of course, but something about her was just... iangelic/i.
He didn't understand why instead of keeping her money to herself and to her military, she gave it to her people for food.
But most of all, England didn't understand why she gave him this happy feeling. It wasn't attraction- the Brit had admired a few other women and was kind of familiar with the feeling- just... pure ilove/i and ihappiness/i.
It was all so confusing. But he wanted to figure it out.
b*~ C~*/b
The next morning, England realized two things: the music had stopped, and (c/n) was lying on the second bed, face as peaceful as ever, still in her tattered clothes from the day the Allies had come across her island.
A surge of guilt ran through Britain and he made a decision.
b*~ C~*/b
(C/n) let out a lazy yawn and used her arms to push herself to a sitting position on the amazingly comfy bed in England's hotel room. After sitting there for a few minutes, taking time to properly wake up, the girl stood silently, and made her way to the bathroom.
Stepping inside, a pile of gorgeous clothes, folded neatly onto the counter of the bathroom, caught the girl's eye. When (y/n) moved closer to the attire, she noticed a small note lying on top of it.
'iFor you, (y/n),/i' said the paper, in attractive handwriting.
(Y/n) gave a small smile, took a shower and put on the clothes.
When she came out of the bathroom and settled on the same couch as Britain, keeping a safe distance for a reason she didn't know, (y/n) said a small 'thank you' and watched Doctor Who with England for the rest of the morning, in her dressy clothes that were only to be shown during the afternoon, when the conference would take place.
b*~ C~*/b
Eyes followed (c/n) when she stepped into China's meeting room, their owners either wondering who she was, or what she had done to look so... sophisticatedly beautiful.
The girl simply ignored the stares and made her way down the long hall, walking at a quick pace in comparison to China.
Once in the large meeting room, decorations adorned with a traditional Chinese theme, (y/n) took a seat next to a uptight-looking man with a neatly styled mop of hair and a strange brown curl surging from top of his head.
Later, the girl recognized this man as Austria, the musical legend.
As the meeting dragged on, the countries in it as uncooperative as ever, (y/n) decided to talk to Austria, whom was huffing in annoyance at all the fights in the room, about music.
"H-Hello, Mr Austria," stuttered (y/n) nervously. The country's stern eyes met hers.
"Hello," he said simply. "Vhat do you vant?"
"Well," continued (c/n). "You're good at music, right?"
Austria looked offended that (y/n) would even doubt his musical talents and rolled his eyes.
"Of course I am," snapped Austria. "Vhat about it?"
(C/n) gulped; she hoped she hadn't offended him too much.
"Would you mind listening to me play?" she blurted out quickly. "And maybe tell me if I'm any good?"
Austria looked away for a minute or two, thinking about his decision, before nodding slightly and making (y/n) smile a little.
"Thanks," she said gratefully.
b*~ C~*/b
After the meeting, which had turned out as useless as normal, (y/n) stuck around the conference room with Austria, who had thankfully managed to find every instrument possible in China's house.
(It's Austria, what did you expect?)
"Alright then," said Austria, turning his attention away from the last countries that were leaving and toward (c/n). "Vhat instrument do you play?"
"Umm," began (y/n). "All of them, actually..."
Austria seemed shocked for a second, before recovering and handing (y/n) a lyre. He said that it was a challenging instrument and that he thought it would suit her.
(C/n) positioned herself, putting her fingers on all the right strings and holding the lyre with an unmatchable grace.
Then, she began to play.
The song (y/n) was playing was iMidnight Sonata/i. It wasn't the easiest, nor the hardest. But she just loved the sound of it.
Her fingers moved easily and quickly, swiftly pulling all the right strings and causing flawless notes to echo through the large room.
As the girl continued playing the music, the sound of footsteps was heard and many countries entered the room, in a trance-like state from hearing the beautiful sound.
They didn't stay that way for long, as (y/n) was already finished the lovely melody and the sound of clapping burst through the place.
It wasn't America, Poland, or any of the countries that had just followed their ears to this area.
It was iAustria/i.
And he was amazed by the iangelic/i aspect of (y/n)'s music.
b*~ C~*/b
(C/n) had to push her way through a crowd of newly-found admirers, or the other countries, to get back to Britain's hotel room.
The girl was expecting to fall asleep the moment her head hit the pillow that night, and sleep like a baby, because boy, was she exhausted.
(Y/n) was sort of right.
Although falling asleep in the new pyjamas England had lent her was easy, (y/n) didn't sleep well at all that night.
Her mind was clouded by endless nightmares, all of pitch black evil and darkness.
And only God knew why.