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The girl sat and watched the meeting. She watches as some countries argued with others but some got along. Unfortunately, the topic was the same in every conversation.
"What are we supposed to do with her?"
"I don't know. America, why did you bring her here?"
"Well, dude, she reminded me of Britain!"
"What ale you tarking about? She rooks nothing rike Blitain."
"Ve~. She does kind of sound like him, don't you think?"
"Look, just because you brutes can't speak without making a mistake doesn't mean that she's like me."
"Ohonhon, but wait, aren't you the one who seems to breed micro nations?"
"What are trying to say, frog face?"
"Please, guys. Stop fighting so we can enjoy some of my Kung Pao chicken!"
"Yeah, but maybe some pasta instead!"
"Italy! NO PASTA!"
"Now, now Mr. Germany, maybe we can get some pasta after we setter this rittre situation."
"How about I settle this with my pipe?"
"Oui or maybe some wine, hmm? Ohonhon~."
"Like we need some more drunk driving, France."
"Like I said before, it's not drunk driving if you're only drinking wine!"
The girl sat there, only getting more fed up after each minute passed and the next person spoke. Finally, she mustered enough strength and anger to stand up.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Everyone stopped and looked at her. "Now, I know I am a mighty small country, not even deserving your recognition so, in all honesty, I don't care. However, I do ask for the knowledge to become a country." Everyone just looked at her. "By the way, my name is Luna, if you want to have more conversations about me…" She sat down.
"Ve~" said Italy, "She yelled like Germany!"
"Then I'm assuming that Germany, I mean, Mr. Germany, is the only one who can get your attention?"
"Ve~ how did you know?" Luna crossed her arms. "I like you, Luna! How about you stay with me, sorellina?" Everyone stopped.
"EH?!"
"Italy," Britain started, "I'm sure that she has a family to go home to…"
"When the sun and moon didn't want me…"Luna whispered, "Actually, I don't know my family and I don't have a place to stay anyway so why not?"
"Ve~ I now have a sorellina! Isn't that nice, Germany?"
"Yes, I guess, but you don't know how to take care of a child."
"I'm sure she's not that young. How old are you, Luna?"
"Well, I'm not even two months in literal age, but I'm six or seven in theoretical age."
"See?" said Germany.
"I'll be fine! Trust me! Come on, sorellina!" Italy grabbed Luna's hand and ran out the door.
"You're not the one I'm worried about!"
'Till next chapter!