Madeline liked to consider herself a smart, independent and strong woman. As a nation she had a strong economy, her people were generally peaceable, and she had played an important role in both world wars. She was the most educated country in the world and didn't consider herself clueless in matters of the heart. Really she was raised by the country of love and even though she didn't throw herself at everyone, she loved being the silent ninja matchmaker, for both her citizens and friends (at least being practically invisible had some perks). That was why she was stumped to find herself sitting on the edge of a fountain in her capital, her very heart crying.
What had she missed? He gave her literally thousands of flowers every year. He noticed her, he had never confused her with her southern brother. (How others did she would never be able to understand.) They always spoke at the world meetings and sometimes would go out to eat after, he helped her stop papa from killing or being killed by her adoptive mother. She was friends with Belgium even though really that didn't matter too much in the end she supposed.
But he had called her! Abel, the Kingdom of the Netherlands, had called her to meet her at this stupid fountain like he had for years. It was tradition to spend the first day of the Canadian Tulip Festival together. Now! Now that hoser doesn't even send her a text or an email canceling. He just didn't show up, after waiting for three hours, nothing. She paused mid sniffle wiping her tears away. She had been sitting here for three hours during one of her favorite festivals the past hour of which she had been crying. How dare he!
She may be a young country, and invisible to most but that didn't give him an excuse for being such a jerk. She may strive for peace but she had a military history that wasn't anything to sneeze at! She could take offense to this and start a war theoretically. (Not that, that would ever happen; but it could!) Next time she saw him she would tell him exactly….
"Madeline I am so sorry! I was um… held up." Spinning around she saw the source of her ire, Abel looking rather pathetic several fresh bandages covering various body parts and a bouquet of slightly rough looking Tulips being offered.
"What happened?! Was there a riot I didn't hear about?" Madeline asked anxiously, really she had been such a mess of emotions the past two hours that it could have affected her normally calm citizens theoretically.
"No nothing like that, I just had to stop at your bothers to drop off some paperwork, his people are excitable." Able stated not really explaining anything but it was obvious that was all she was getting from him. "I'm late, let's see what we can before it gets dark." With that he grabbed her hand lacing their fingers together in a rare show of affection and started off.
AN: So I am assuming everyone gets that that the papa is France and adoptive mother is England. I will do another chapter about what went down with America and it should be much funnier. Please review and tell me what you think and if you have any suggestions for a big brother talk from America please feel free to share.