I was beaming. I was at my first world meeting in France, and I could not be more excited. I was a small country, who had just gained independence from Turkey.  I was one of the few areas that he still controlled, but I great. I was ready to be on my own, and thanks to a dreamy, tall, blonde nation, I was free. Free to be included in things like the world meeting. It was all cool, but I was so excited to see him again. I felt that I was forever in his debt, but I was okay with that. I mean, have you seen him?