Meet the capitals: Budapest (aka me), Berlin, Tokyo, London, Washington DC, Königsberg, Vienna, Rome and Moscow!
Everything was fine....that is...until the 2p!'s decided to ruin everything.
I originally wrote this on QuoteV soo....
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I yawn, rubbing my eyes. I'm still on that darn plane. I guess I haven't been asleep for long, then.
"We'll be landing in about 5 minutes..." Hungary smiled, squeezing my hand. I feel like there's a swarm of butterflies in my stomach, crawling with razor sharp boots on.
"Nővér?" I ask, leaning on Hungary's shoulder, my dark brown hair tumbling down my shoulders and concealing half my face.
"Igen?"
"Gondolod, hogy lesz, mint én?" I whisper, as I watch the plane slowly descend from the clouds.
"Persze, hogy rendben buta lány!" Hungary replied, before getting up and pulling me to my feet. "Anyway, we're here. And we have to hurry if we don't want to be late!"
So, for the next half an hour I was dragged around by my nővér. Finally, we reached a giant building Hungary called 'the meeting place'.
"Or the place World War 3 will originate at," She sighed, as the earth seemed to quake. Their shouting was so LOUD.
We walked in, going up and down, left to right. I don't know how she could remeber it.
"Here we are..." She muttered, reaching a wooden door which had a world map carved into it.
It creaked open to reveal....utter chaos and disorder. I felt like disappearing into thin air, right there and then. I clutched my bag tighter, slowly stepping back out the room. I knew I was the youngest there...the youngest in that room (excluding me) seemed to be 15. I was 14.
"Come on, Budapest. We came all this way..." Hungary encouraged, pushing me lightly through the doorway. The brunette walked to her apperantly allocated seat, as all the paper in front of her had 'Hungary' hastily scribbled on it.
I followed, picked a spare chair from a pile, and plopped myself next to her. I peered intently at the paper she was now skim reading. After five seconds, she groaned, pushed them away, then glanced at the male blond at the front of the room.
"3....2..." She muttered. I was confused, until I was overtook with shock.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" The blond hollered, slamming his hands on the table. An albino teenager behind him placed his hands over his ears, wincing slightly, his sky blue eyes glazed with annoyance.
The whole room silenced, some muttering 'Germany' under their breaths.
After everyone settled down, 'Germany' stared right at me.
"Und who are you, Fräulein?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but Hungary beat me to it.
"She's my capital: Budapest."
The room burst into hasty murmuring, which then suddenly turned into the whole world (literally) introducing themselves to me.
After the countries finished, they introduced their capitals. The albino tizenéves flashed me a smile when he was introduced. And just my luck, that handsome boy was Prussia's little brother; the Prussia that is not supposed to go near me.
Well, those introductions ate away twenty minutes of my immortal life that I'll never get back.
After about an hour, I was best friends with all the capitals present (because Moscow's brother doesn't let her go outside or something) except for Königsberg. He didn't talk to me once, but he always stared at me.
"Magyarország, can I go heat and finish cooking this nokedli. I'm hungry."
Hungary nodded. "Save some for me!"
I slowly slipped out of the room to find the kitchen.
I successfully found it on the floor below. I put my nokedli in the pan to cook and searched the fridge for butter.
"Ahh...meine süße Braut...we meet once again.." A smooth voice purred.
I slammed the fridge door shut to see the one face I didn't want to see: Vienna's crazed face. He only used that face around me and it scared me to death. How did I not see him in the meeting room? Why did he not talk to me?!?!?
As for his crazed face; it means his eyes are gleaming with excitement, his hair looks like an complete mess and his mouth seems to be stuck in this permanent HAPPY smile.
For obvious reasons, I screamed. I mean, why did Vienna have to be here?
I rushed out the room shrieking, "Magyarország,segítsen! Bécs itt van!!"
Translations Hungarian (ready for an essay?) Nővér: Big Sister Igen: Yes Gondolod, hogy lesz, mint én?: Do you think they will like me? Persze, hogy rendben buta lány: Of course they will you silly girl. Tizenéves: Teenager Magyarország: Hungary Magyarország , segítsen ! Bécs itt van: Hungary help! Vienna's here! German Und: And Fräulein: Miss Meine süße Braut: My sweet bride
