''In the South West of Africa, there's an island, the most beautiful one in the world. There exist hundreds and hundreds of plants that we had never seen, its name is Madaigascar.'' By Marco Polo

In that island, at the same moment, a little girl opened her eyes in the middle of the forest.

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Seychelles and Madagascar come out of the airport of London when Seys phone rings in her pocket.
_ Yeah, it's you France? … Ah okay… Yeah she's with me…okay. She put down her phone and looked at her neighbor, it was papa and he said that he's coming to fetch us.
The other girl didn't look at her but at the gloomy sky which was about to pour down. She opens her mouth for a second and grabs her luggage.
_ I'm fine, tell France that I have an urgent appointment.
Sey just smiles at her as she was entering a taxi, she knew the difficult relationship between Madagascar and France.

After a few minute, two blonde men stopped before the little girl.
_ France! And you too England, good morning!
The two of them answer to her greetings and the French look around him.
_ Where is she? He asked.
_ Purposely avoiding you, answered England, Come on guys, we should prepare for the world meeting.
And then, rain began to fall.

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Author's note: it's just a little introduction of the story, and yes, there will be a lot of France 'cause he was her colonizer so their relationship is one of the everyday life of Madagascar.