Chapter 2- Meeting America and England

Excited and overly confident I'll make friends, I put on a black pleated skirt and a clean, white, pressed collared shirt with a black velvet tie. Daddy France and Daddy Spain told me to look nice, but that's not how I normally look. I needed a little rebellion in my outfit, so I dyed the tips of my hair a bright red in stark contrast to my dark brown, shoulder length hair and kinked my hair, except for my bangs that were bone straight. Also I put on bright green gloves, purple and black striped knee-highs, and black mid-calf combat boots with red laces. I was satisfied with my outfit except I felt something missing. Suddenly I rolled up my sleeves to my elbows and placed a dark blue bow matching my eyes crookedly in my hair. I loved my outfit.

I made an effort to show up before any other countries arrived, therefore I showed up two hours early. This effort was in vain considering two other countries were already there. One had spikey blonde hair but I couldn't see his face because his back was turned to me. He was obviously the shorter country. The other country had darker blonde hair and beaming blue eyes. It seemed that they were arguing over something. Although I was tempted to jump in, I stayed quiet.

That was until the shorter one yelled, "You bloody wanker!" I laughed at the little comment. I had never heard someone use the term bloody wanker. Plus their fighting reminded me of two brothers bickering. I realized I caught their attention after my little chuckle fit. The light blonde looked at me in curiosity. "Hello, who might you be?"

I held my hand out to shake. "I'm Andorra, or Anna, or Andy. Whatever you would like to call me."

"England or Arthur. Whichever, Anna." England shook my hand and winked before pointing to the other country. "And this is America or Alfred."

"Nice to meet you guys." I smiled sweetly.

"Dude, you have a cute smile, Andy." America came over and ruffled up my hair. "So what brings you to our meeting?"

England blushed and pushed America away from me. "You don't touch a young lady like that."

"Calm down, Artie." America now giggled knowing that would make England frustrated. "You need to share our new friend."

England scoffed. "I'm sharing, you Git. And I'm not Artie, Alfie."

I giggled a little. "I like Artie. Can I call you that? But if you don't like it, I'll call you Arthur then. And America, can I call you Alfie?"

Both nodded in agreement, and then sat in their respective seats. I chose to sit next to England; however he nudged me and smiled at me. "It's not that I don't mind you sitting there, but France might not like it."

"Daddy France won't care." I hugged England in a kindly fashion like I do with Daddy France, Daddy Spain, and Romano. "As long as I'm happy."

England blushed a little. "Y..You just met me and you're already giving me bloody hugs?"

"No way! England's got a girlfriend!" America laughed and pointed at England. "You two do make a cute couple." Suddenly, he pulled his camera and took a picture. "I have to document this."

England stood up and started to argue again with America. America reciprocated all England's blasts with any mention of me. I found it amusing to a point. Actually until they started to push each other, I let the argument ensue. However as soon as England shoved America back into the wall, I threw myself in between them. "Stop! You two don't need to result in violence!"

"It's no use." A thick Germany accent carried into the room. "They always fight."

" Shut up, Germany dude." America protested. "We do not."