Seriously, I own nothing!


Bus Ride

We're taking a trip. England had guiltily invited me when he realized they had forgotten about me and now I find myself boarding a large rented bus along with the other nations from the summit. As one of the first ones to get on the bus, I immediately take a seat in the middle, Kumara sound asleep on my lap as usual. I watch as one by one countries wander in and settle into their chosen seats before realizing, as the bus starts moving, that I'm all alone. Voices call and laughter rings all around me. Why did I come?