Word Count : 1240

Warnings : A.U test.

Hermits (Major) : Grian Xelqua, PearlescentMoon, Mumbo Jumbo,

Hermits (Minor) : Iskall85, XisumaVoid,

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My brain really said- "No write, just image"- for the longest time, so here we are lads.

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This story says nothing about the Hermits irl.

All country names that you'll see here are completely fictional. A country here may use a real world language, but it will not be called that language.

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Grian tensed as he watched the meeting room fill up with more Nation Personifications. Literally all of them were taller than him and his Northern half.

"Are you sure this was a good idea, Xelqua?" The North of the Country whispered to him.

Grian swallowed, not finding it in himself to look away from any of the possible threats that lingered around. "I'm not so sure now if I'm being honest Pearl." he admitted sheepishly.

"Did the Valorin Representative say they would all be so... big?" Pearl whispered once again.

Grian could see Pearl- the North of the country- in the corner of his eye, shift her body so she was more turned to him.

The South shook his head. "No, no he did not."

The two small personifications simply remained to themselves in their own secluded corner of the World Room. They watched more and more people fill the room with sound with their own languages.

From where Grian was, he could hear the tongues of Nestogiean, Gondorean, Zipiniean, Eragonean, and Common.

Taking a visual sweep of the room once more, Grian's attention landed on a three person group that was talking among themselves near the big circle table that was placed in the center of them room.

The Southern Elyriean persona felt his heart lurch in his chest when he watched all three of them suddenly turn and look directly at Pearl and him.

Grian instinctually brought his wing up and placed it around North Elyria in a protective manner all while staring back at the three people.

The South watched only one of them turn back around to address their peers, saying something in Eragonean before turning toward Pearl and him once more and advancing toward them.

Grian's heart raced as the taller Representative approached. Brown hair sat neatly on his head and a green glowing cybernetic eye piece glowed over his left eye. His build was something to envy and fear, but his facial expression told something completely different.

Once the taller Rep was standing in front of both Elyria's Reps, he offered a large smile- showing off all his nice white teeth- and the universal sign of greeting.

"Hallo," the man started, "Vilken tunga föredrar du?"

Grian squinted as his brain took a second to translate what the man had just said. It sounded like he had asked what tongue they liked better.

Fortunately, Pearl had retained the tongue better than he had. "Does Common work?"

The brown haired rep paused for a moment before nodding. "Of course, Common works for me, though you'll have to forgive my hesitation."

Grian felt himself sigh in relief. Common was something he could do. Of course he could do other tongues, but Common was one he was just naturally good at, despite it being so confusing.

Pearl simply nodded. "Its fine."

"Anyways," The brown haired rep continued. "You both are the new Nations that have joined us here, yes?"

This time, Grian took charge of the conversation. "Yes, Pearl here is North Elyria and I am Grian, the Southern half."

The other gave a chuckle. "Pleasure to meet and have you both here." The male then stuck out his right hand, showing off a cybernetic limb that Grian hadn't caught until now. "I'm Eragon, but I also go by Iskall."

Grian stared at Iskall's cybernetic arm before snapping himself out of his trance and taking the other's hand that was outstretched. "It's nice to meet you too, Mister Iskall."

Iskall simply laughed before exchanging hand shakes from Pearl.

Once greetings were over, Iskall placed one hand on his hip. "Well, I hope that you both enjoy yourselves here in the world. Now please excuse me, I must meet someone else."

And just like that- the Eragonean rep turned and left.

Grian watched Iskall walk towards another lady that was by herself before he looked away and redirected his attention elsewhere.

"That surely is a strange man." Pearl commented absently, returning back to their native tongue.

Grian could only nod in response. "Indeed he is, Pearl."

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The World Room was only a couple of hallway turns away and there were three minutes until the meeting actually started.

Mumbo wheezed as he turned the second to last corner. He'd probably look completely disheveled when he got to the meeting room but at least he'd be there. He'd been doing very well at bringing up the seconds of his arrival, and now hopefully he'd finally be able to pull his arrival time to a minute and five seconds.

Once the World Room doors finally came into his view it felt like angel's had burst into song in his chest, or was it the burning feeling of his lungs?

One minute, thirty seconds. He could make it and hopefully over shoot his proposed time to beat.

Sprinting unknowingly until it was too late to stop, M.J was extremely thankful that the doors were push to open, or he would have become a pancake decades ago.

The World Room doors flew open with a loud bang, and Mumbo quite literally face planted onto the floor and slid the rest of the way into the room.

Not the most graceful of entrances, but he's been getting better.

Letting out grunt of air, Mumbo remained where he was simply breathing and trying to keep himself from going into a coughing fit.

After another second of rest for himself, Mumbo pushed himself up off the floor and onto his knees.

"Bloody hell, what is that? Ten seconds ahead of what you actually were going for?" A familiar Valorin Representative said, speaking up in his native tongue.

M.J looked up to see his old friend and ex government official head, XisumaVoid. The North half of the country Valorin.

Mumbo couldn't help but to smile and scratch the back of his head sheepishly as Xisuma helped him up to his feet once again.

Eggs simply laughed at him, wisping his hands over the taller rep's front to dust him off once M.J was steady on his feet. "Well, at least you're getting better at getting here."

Mumbo sighed, running a hand through his disheveled black hair. He held up his other hand and did a couple of motions with it.

"That's was the others have been telling me."

North Valorin simply smiled before giving Mumbo a couple pats on the shoulder. "They wouldn't be wrong. Now go take a seat, I've gotta get this meeting started."

Quietly, Mumbo ducked his head and did as he was told.

He made his way to the World Table and quickly took his seat in front of a small sign that had his country name- Ramoraski- imprinted on it in bolded gold letters.

He- of course- was seated between his two allies Iskall Eighty-Five, Rep Eragon and Rendog, Rep of Luthisiease.

"Greetings Nation Reps! Welcome to the world!"

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Fin

REMINDER
All country names that you've seen have been completely made up! And this story says ABSOLUTELY  NOTHING about the Hermits irl.