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He gave England a look telling him to keep an eye on her before smiling at the girl and curtly nodding his goodbyes. She waved, unsure.

England looked deep in thought for a moment before smirking down at his charge. "I know who you'll like!" He said, leading her to a sleeping man with a cat on his chest. "Greece! Wake up, git, I want to introduce you to someone!" Slowly, the brown haired country sat up, blinking sleepily . He quietly observed the lass before looking like he was about to say something. This something was prefaced by a yawn. "...Hello.. Who are you..?" She stiffened, and England jobs was to jump in for her. "Well, she doesn't quite have a name, so just call her what you will. And don't be rude about it!" He scolded preemptively. Greece did not looked surprise. After a long pause he finally drawled, "So...Are you...A stray?"

He picked up the cat slowly and placed it in her arms ceremoniously. She stared at the cat. It purred.

"No, she is not a stray you twat! She's a girl with out a name! There is a difference, you know!" England spat.

And lazy look of pondering passed his sweet dim eyes.

"Why...didn't your parents...name you..?" He asked

And silence ensued. She turned scarlet, and held out the cat at arms length .

"I like your cat!" She squeaked, changing the subject in possibly the most obvious way it has ever been done. England coughed once. Greece smiled. "I like him too."

Another beat passed with only the noise of others in the background . Oddly it was broken by the embarrassed girl, who still didn't lift her head whilst quietly asking.

"Wha-...What its name?"

England felt a pull at his heart for the girl, but Greece just smiled wider, looking borderline alert.

"He doesn't have one."

She looked up, stunned. Then she laughed. A soft, Underused sounding laugh, but a real one none the less, and not the fake, nervous "Don't worry I'm fine!" laugh they had been getting so far.

They loved it. She turned the cat to face her, and leaned into it , all conspiratorial . "We match! " She whispered, cradling the furball. She went to hand Greece the nameless cat, but he was already asleep. She placed it back gently on his chest and returned to her escort, who was wearily looking at his watch.

"It seems I must go..." He said surveying the crowed. She tried not to let her panic show. He waved someone over and finished his thought. "But I leave you in capable hands. May I present to you, Canada! " He announced, before darting to his engagement. Capable hands, yes, but this pairing was not exactly chatty. The shy duo looked at each other cautiously. Canada, now realizing that he was her host, gathered his nerve and spoke first. "Hello...I'm Canada." He whispered. She smiled encouragingly, And gave it a go herself. "H-hullo, I'm Canadian. " She joked, mostly to avoid mentioning her namelessness again. He lit right up. "Oh I knew you seemed nice! You could see me right off the bat!" He Chirped, confusing her. She let it slide. "So which province do you live in?" He pressed.

"Ontario, n-near the Quebec boarder.

"Ah! Those two are always fighting."

They smiled and said in unison,

"And rightly so."

They giggled.

The moment was short lived. Soon, A similar looking fellow arrived loudly. The noise upset her, though she'd never show it.

"Woah, dudette, you sure made an entrance! So, I'm the hero, who're you?" He damn near shouted. She cringed and smiled painfully, dreadfully on edge. "I-I-its nice to-o meet you." She managed. He grinned, throwing an arm around her. She stiffend, "Alright!" He laughed. She tried to hide into her self, panicking quietly, not that he noticed. America started laughing louder and trying to get her to dance with him, oblivious to her growing terror. Her heart beat was going unhealthy fast . Canada could not pry his brother off her, and quickly ran to the closest person he knew could see him. France.

France had been drinking with the rest of the bad touch trio near the back when canada came running. It took him less then a second to gather all the information he needed before he tore off to save the day. It was well known that he would do what was best for any lady in any circumstances, but this was different. He felt she was different. They all did, whether they realized it or not. He had to protect his- Erm... The little girl. People call people that, it's not weird... The fact that Germany had told him about her panic attack earlier only increased his anxieties, and he wasn't going to stand back and watch the hero push her into another one.

As soon as he reached the scene, he pulled Belgium, who had been standing near by, into right where he pulled the girl out of. America didn't notice, and Belgium cursed him out for only a minute before giving up and dancing with the energetic American. Unfortunately, the dazed girl whom he had lost his grip on, stumbled into the crowd around her, and directly into Russia. He smiled down at her, whom he towered over, with his unsettling aura. "Priviet girl. You become one with mother russia, da?" He said, making her head throb and placing a heavy hand on her bowed head, before he was suddenly replaced by a spiky haired dane. "Hey! Dance with me, pretty girl! " He demanded, obviously drunk.

The girl was at her wits end when she was finally pushed over the edge by something falling right by her head.

It was the giant blade of an axe.

"Sorry!" Called Denmark as Norway cursed him. (Why did he even bring that thing?) But it was too late. The girl's vision was gone, as she was wayyy past just having a panic attack, and she heard only the deafening loudness around her, without registering the words spoken. She didn't acknowledge France as he scooped her up into his arms and ran with her outside. He put her down once they were on the veranda. The empty look I'm her eyes scared him.

" Can you hear me, Ma chère? " He asked hurriedly. She wobbled, concerning him even more.

"Écoute! Can you hear me?!" He pressed, crouching down to be at her level. He looked into her eyes again, which looked far away. She was lost in some corner of her mind, and it did not look pleasant.

"Come now, come on, stay with me!" He urged, trying to stay calm for her sake. It was hard to do, as she was now swaying, her legs about to give out. Prussia and Spain burst the doors open, as they had been looking for their friend since he dashed out. France paid them no mind, instead reaching out to grab the girls shoulders to steady her. On contact she gasped with wide eyes, clearly not seeing things as they were . She staggered away from him fear, accidentally tripping back into Spain, who caught her clumsily, now worried aswell. Upon feeling that she was being restrained, the weak girl screamed and ripped herself away with all strength she had left. Then she distanced herself from him and Prussia, as quickly as she could, looking up at them as thought they were monsters, and trying to run from her unknown demons. France caught her wrist as she turned. She let out a cry, trying to tear herself away from him . His heart broke as she struggled desperately against him, but he couldn't let her get away in this state of mind. Spain and Prussia watched in confused horror. France pulled the girl into his arms, holding her closely as she pointless thrashed against him, crying out.

"NO! Monster! Leave her alone! Take me instead! Stop it! STOP!"

France was now sitting on the ground with her clutched tighly to his chest dispite her best efforts to get away. Prussia and Spain looked on sadly, standing behind him.

France whispered sweet things to her till she calmed down. He thought maybe she had snapped out of it when she started to speak through her broken sobs, Stuttering worse then before "I-I-I I'm s-s-sorry, I'll g-go wi-with you, j-just let h-her go..." She whispered with hers eyes shut. Her shaking lessened. She was falling asleep.

He supposed agitation like that took alot out of her. He rocked her and spoke softly, praying his words registered.

"I'm sorry we scared you, mon ange, but do not worry , I will make sure no one hurts you anymore..."

The shaking stopped.