A small female toddler sat on the cold hard ground of an alley entrance in the French capital of Paris.
She didn't exactly have anywhere to stay or anyone to call family.
Not to mention, she was wearing barely any clothing.
The girl had learned to walk on her own and pretty much looked after herself since no one did.
Heck, she could barely talk and she already picked out a name for herself.
Lisa.
Getting up, Lisa went to go find something to eat.
Somewhere else in the city, a blond male with blue eyes smiled and flirted with a couple females.
His name is Francis Bonnefoy and he's the personification of the country of love.
In their words, France.
When his business with them was over, he walked through the city.
Francis sighed.
He had heard that other nations were finding the personifications of their capitals and took them in as either their sibling or their child.
The French male had hoped that he would find his soon; he was getting a bit lonely.
Soon enough, he heard the sound of a female toddler crying.
Looking to where it came from, he saw someone kick said toddler repeatedly as she cried in pain.
"Hey! Don't do that!" Francis called and went to the person, pushing him away from the girl.
She quivered and cried still.
"What made you think that's the right thing to do?" Francis asked in an angered tone.
If anything, he didn't like seeing small ones hurt.
"She took something from my shop! What else was I supposed to do?"
That only proved to anger Francis more.
"Oh, I don't know! Maybe politely ask for it back? Or nicely ask her why she took it?" He shot at the person.
"No one should hurt little ones over something so small!"
It was then that Francis shoved the other just as a nearby horse decided to take a dump.
You know what that means!
The French personification went to the girl and scooped her in his arms before running off with her.
She did flinch a bit at his touch.
"Who... Who you?" She managed to ask.
"My name is Francis," he said.
"What's yours?"
"Li... Lisa," she said before coughing up blood.
Right now, it felt like something was piercing a lung.
"Better get you fixed up," Francis muttered.
When he got to his house, he went inside and right away got to healing Lisa.
Once she was patched up, he let her to rest.
Within minutes, the piercing feeling in her chest went away.
It was almost as if she had done it all on her own.
Looking up at Francis, Lisa saw that he was putting his hair into a ponytail.
The moment she started trying to say something, Francis immediately looked at her and smiled.
"Bi... Big bro... Broter," Lisa said.
"Oui, it appears I'm your big brother now," he said and sighed softly.
At that moment, he knew that Lisa was like no other human.
He knew that she was his capital and little sister.
