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Chapter 13

I watched as Miss Hungary made a small smile at me. I tilted my head confused. I softly shrieked when the Hungarian picked me up above the ground and brightened her smile at me. "Don't worry! Older sister Hungary will make sure everything will end well!"

I blushed at those words, but nodded. I was relieved when she put me down and my feet were able to touch the ground again.

"You know—" Miss Hungary sat me down in a chair and put her strange flower in my hair. I turned to her to watch. She was really giving me her pretty flower? Miss Hungary smiled largely seeing the flower in my hair. "You really don't look like Japan with a flower with your hair."

"Then please take it out…" I whispered softly.

Miss Hungary petted my head and sighed. "Just leave it in until we have to leave to fight…please."

I sighed, but listened to her request. It wasn't like anyone believed I was Brother anyways.

The Hungarian kissed my forehead. "Thank-you." She said as she took my hand and pulled me down stairs.

"You're welcome…" I muttered as soft as I could. It was quite embarrassing to be around someone who knows so much about you and yet you know nothing of them.

I was a bit shocked to see everyone I had met so far and new people in the…living room? It looked like a living room; couch, lights, bookshelf… people living in it…Ah! That was quite a bad joke.

I slowly sat down next to Germany and a man with a mole on his chin and pulled back dark brown hair; he seemed very serious. I looked around and only found one other person I did not know of… but… he looked… familiar…

His red eyes met my dark brown ones and he smiled largely. "Remember me!" He asked laughing.

My eyes narrowed as I thought. I… did remember… someone like him… what was that man's name? P… Prussia…? Was that right? I believe so. "You are Prussia?" I asked still not very sure of myself.

The man laughed loudly. I backed closer to the couch. A-ah! I remember now! H-how could I forget such a loud and strange laugh? I laughed as well, but from nervousness. I moved closer to Germany for protection; still laughing, but he was a bit… scary.

When we first met I was scared of that natural platinum blonde hair with some how fitting red eyes. And he spoke so loudly and he was just someone I knew I could ever grow accustom to seeing every day. I bit down any more rude comments, but still really didn't like seeing him again.

Out of all people to remember it was him. I must have a so called curse on me…. Huh?