Chapter 3: Maybe I shouldn't have said that…

Alfred led her to where about ten other men were waiting, each watching her with interest. She recognized a couple faces in the group, but the rest she did not know. There was Francis, who was leaning against the wall, glaring at her, Arthur, who was talking to Francis about something, Matthew, who was talking to a strange man with pure white hair, almost unhealthily pale skin, and striking red eyes. The rest were all strangers to her. There was a tall, stoic looking blond with slicked back hair and ice blue eyes who was trying to detach a short, pale brunette with closed eyes and a very strange curl, who was clinging to his arm. There was another who was almost identical to the previous, except tanner, shorter, with darker hair and open green eyes, which were glaring at a tall man with wavy brown hair and a smile on his face. There was a short asian leaning against the wall, not talking to anyone, but instead observing and remaining silent. The man next to him was also asian but had long straight hair tied back in a ponytail and a panda in his arms. The last person in this strange group was tall, pale, with lavender eyes, and had a long scarf wrapped around his neck and a slightly disturbing smile on his face.

Alfred led her into the group and all conversation stopped, and all eyes of various colors looked at her. Alfred started introductions with "Hey guys so this is my new boss, President Regina Smith. Regina this is Arthur Kirkland, personification of England but you've already met him." Arthur waved at her "Francis Bonnefoy, representative of République Française"

"We 'ave already met"

"Matthew Williams, who is my brother and rep of Canadia"

"It's Canada Alfie get it right and we've already met"

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, Preußen"

The albino next to Matthew waved,

"Ludwig Beilschmidt, Bundesrepublik Deutschland"

The stoic looking blond nodded in her direction

"Feliciano Vargas, Repubblica Italiana Veneziano but you can just call him Italy"

The lively brunette let go of Germany and waved excitedly

"Lovino Vargas, Repubblica Italiana Romano but call him Romano"

The previous one's lookalike waved with less excitement

"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Reino de España"

The man with the wavy hair grinned

"Honda Kiku, Japan"

The short asian standing quietly bowed

"Wang Yao, People's Republic of China"

The guy holding the panda waved

"Ivan Braginski, Russian Federation"

The guy with the scarf smiled even wider

"And I think that's everyone! You all have no idea how hard some of those were to pronounce but why don't you all introduce yourselves to my boss."

The albino man sprung up and proudly said "Hello little girl. I am zhe awesome Prussia und jou are not! Kesesese." he laughed."Und zhis iz mein little bruder, Vest." he grabbed the blond by the shoulder.

"Oh great so we have a FORMER nation and nazi scum. Just lovely." the blond recoiled like he'd been slapped in the face, but his brother was a bit more vocal with his outrage.

"VHAT DID JOU SAY ABOUT MEIN BRUDER, MORTAL?" he shouted, his face flushing almost the same color as his eyes in his outrage.

"Gilbert calm down." Matthew said quietly, placing a restraining hand on Gilbert's forearm. The other nation's expression softened a bit, and he took a step back, still glaring at Regina.

Regina gagged audibly and sneered "Oh look what a shocker. The loser or the world is stepping up to defend the weak former nation."

Gilbert growled like a dog about to attack and stepped forward threateningly. "Do not. Insult. Mein. Liebling." he snarled, before lunging forward. Ludwig and Matthew blocked his attack, holding him back by his arms. He screamed at her in german, making her step back in fear. Only when she stepped back did she notice that he held a katzbalger in his hand. The two men held him until he calmed down enough so that he wouldn't try to stab her as soon as he was released. Regina looked around and noticed that the other countries were staring at her peculiarly, with the exception of Romano, who was busy yelling at Spain. She made her way over to them, and heard a bit of their conversation.

"How many-a fucking times do I have to tell you, you bastard that you don't touch-a the curl!" the shorter one, Romano, growled.

"Lo siento Romano but I can't help it. It's just so cute and your face turns the color of a tomato when I do." Antonio sang in a thick spanish accent and with a grin. Romano was about to respond with a slap to the spaniard's face, but he noticed Regina and stopped mid swing.

"You bastard shut-a your-a goddamned face idiota there is a lady here" he hissed over his shoulder.

"But I didn't say anythi-"

Romano smiled gently at Regina and in a completely different voice he said "Ciao bella, come stai? Sei magnifico."

"Ummm… what?"

Antonio piped up from behind Romano's back "He said hi beautiful how are you and that you look magnificent."

Regina appeared indifferent, but secretly was delighted that someone had said she looks beautiful, even if it was just a cowardly italian that said it. "Yeah yeah whatever. I just have one question though. Why are you talking to me in such a nice way while swearing at him?"

"That's-a simple. I treat all bella's with respect and-a kindness. I have little patience for men, especially certain spaniards who try to touch-a my curl."

Even though what he said was polite, Regina's vision still flared red. "You sexist pig!" she screamed at Romano before sharply yanking on his curl to piss him off. She wasn't sure what kind of reaction she was expecting, but Romano flushed deep red, then rapidly paled and stumbled back into Antonio, who passed him to Feliciano and stepped in front of Romano to protect him.

"Do not touch my Romanito, you puta." he proclaimed, a rapier in his hand.

Regina took this as a signal to leave, and darted away into the crowd of other nations, looking for somewhere safer to be. She was shocked that there had two death threats directed at her in the past hour. But mostly she was thinking. "Why the fuck do they all have swords."