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"But dudette!" your older cousin, Alfred F. Jones (America) whinned. "You have to go with me, I'll be lonely!" "I would, but parties just aren't my thing, Alfie, plus we have class tomorrow remember?" you said giving him a look as you looked up from your studying. You had never understood how your cousin could go partying on a school night and survive the day, but then again you had been born in Puerto Rico and people seemed to take school more seriously there in your opinion. You sighed, about to go back to your studying, when your cousin literally picked you up and began carrying you out the door. "Alfred! Put me down! I have to finish stud

You sat in your room waiting for Iceland to get here. It was the first of the month, a time when your big brother Russia (also known as Ivan to you) usually gave Iceland some money to help out his country. You didn't know why, but lately you couldn't get Iceland out of your mind, but you couldn't dare let he or big brother find out. Everyone else had left you, and Ivan hadn't become the easiest to live with since he was usually drunk now, but you didn't want to be like your sisters Belarus and Ukraine, you wanted to try and stay with big brother.... but he sure wasn't making that decision an easy one.... you heard a knock on the front door an

And there they sat. Across the meeting table from you, giving you that look they always seemed to give you. You sighed out of both boredom and annoyance. Why should you have to sit through this meeting with your older brother's friends always flirting with you, and he didn't even have to get up and come? You groaned as your younger brother, Germany, ended the meeting meaning only one thing; there was soon to be a Spaniard and a Italian flirting with you. Secretly you hadn't minded it when France did it with them, but as of late he had stopped flirting with you. Part of you wondered why, then the other part knew why. A month earlier you had go

"Oh my dear petite soeur (little sister)! It's time to get up," your big brother France said as he came into your room and opened the blinds temporarily blinding you. "Non (no), I don't want to," you whined hiding under your blanket. "Zhen I guess you won't get to see--" France began to say before you popped up already knowing where he was going with that. "Okay, okay I'm up," you said, your face already a bright shade of red making your brother chuckle before he bent down and kissed your forehead. "Why won't you zell (tell) 'im __________________?" Francis asked making you shrug. " 'e wouldn't like me back like zhat," you mumbled earning a l