She watched them, all their eyes, roughly 200 of them, trained on her. Some of them had never seen her before but the few that had looked at her bewildered. She reached in her beat up satchel and pulled out an antique perfume bottle, filled with what could only be described as blue liquid smoke.
Maybe a few of the nations had become twitchy in these modern times, and she could see some of them tense up at the sight of unidentified gas. "America, what's going on?" barked the large blonde man… He had to be Germany.
America just shook his head, his face drained of its color. His blue eyes, so beautiful and strong and free were blank and staring at the podium instead of her. She cleared her throat. "My name is Dixie. For those of you who know me, you know that I've been gone for a couple hundred years. Most likely, you have thought I was dead. Well, I almost was and many times I wished I were. So I searched the world and talked to your mystics and your witches and your priests and your shamans. And here, what I hold in my hand, is the product of all this research. What if I told you, ladies and gentlemen, that this could turn you human?"
So this is my new story. It's been YEARS since I've posted one. The introduction is crappy and the next chapter is kinda slow... It doesn't get good until the drama sets in and the twists wreak havoc. I really hope that you've enjoyed it! I personally dislike OC characters, but I wasn't sure of another way to introduce the potion-thing. Dixie won't show up a whole lot, though. XD Thanks for reading! Please review!
