America's POV

It was the longest car ride in the history of ever. Taylor, the little twerp, read fan fics aloud for about 2 hours. Then he and England watched Doctor Who on his lap top for the remainder of the ride.
I gritted my teeth and pressed a little harder on the gas pedal as their sobs echoed throughout the car, mingling with France's snores.
"Ammmmy"
"Rorrrry"
Dear god, I wanted to throw the computer out the window.
We FINALLY got back to the meeting head quarters. We had about 40 minutes to kill before the World Meeting started. After shaking the Frog awake, we all went to change into suits and what not, leaving Taylor at the entrance.

Taylor's POV

To be honest, England and I weren't actually crying. We were just trying to irritate America. Frankly, I think it worked. I zipped up my hoodie. It was my favorite hoodie out of all the ones I owned. I had gotten it when Mari and I had gone to see the musical Wicked when it came to town. I sighed and sat down on a bench. I had gotten out my laptop when a girl who looked about a year younger than me sat down. She had a shy sort of demeanor about her. She had curly black hair and bright blue eyes that were surrounded by eyeliner. The girl sorta reminded me of Mari, in a sister way.
But Mari was an only child.
"Hi, I'm Taylor. Are you here for the World Meeting?" I asked.
She nodded and said "I'm Allison."
"What country are you?", I asked curiously.
"I'm not really a country. More like a providence of Canada. I'm Nova Scotia."
So maybe she was Mari's sister.




Short chapter, I know.
Sorry!
*hides in corner* Don't Hate Me
This one had to be short since the next one is long and drama filled.
Just warning ya!
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