The next morning, I groggily made my way over to the Starbucks Zara told me to go to. Why did she have to make me get up so early? I’m not a morning person at all. As I entered the building, I looked around until I found my group of friends, along with some strangers who I assumed were countries. I slumped down on a couch and groaned. “This better be worth the lost sleep.”
“It is! I’m engaged and you guys need to help me plan the wedding!”
“Wedding planning?” I had to admit, that did sound like fun. I glanced at the person sitting next to Zara. “This must be Russia.”
“Da.” He smiled
“He just said “yes” in Russian.” Zara smiled, blushed, and giggled like a mix between five year old watching Blue’s Clues and the Pillsbury Dough Boy. “Nice to meet you. You two seem happy together.” I remarked.
“I’m happier than I’ve been in awhile.” she said.
“That’s awesome, I’m glad. Now, introduce me to everyone else please, because I have no idea who they are.”
“Well, the one that looks like a chipmunk with the hamburgers in his hands, that’s America, you can call him Alfred, The one with the polar bear is Canada, or Matt, the one with the red eyes is Prussia, The one you apparently had a quick encounter with is Francis, or France, The one that sorta looks like a girl is China, the one thats over there by the blonde with blue eyes is Italy, and the blonde is Germany, The black haired one is Japan, and the short sailor outfit one is Sealand, he’s not a country though. Oh I almost forgot about Liechtenstein and Switzerland, Liechtenstein is the female and Switzerland is the one that’s always neutral, are you keeping up? Ju, explain the rest”
“Romano-Lovino-is the one with the pissed off look and the curl, Spain-Antonio-is the brunette over by Romano, Seborga is the one with the weird crooked curl who is now flirting with the cashier chick and the one with the book, completely ignoring the world, is England, also known as Arthur.”
I looked around at all of the countries, overwhelmed by them all. Hesitantly, I said “... yeah, I’m completely lost here.”
Michelle scoffs. “Yeah? Join the club.”
Zara repeated herself slower this time again stopping at Romano and letting Julie explain the rest, slowly this time. I paid close attention, trying to put the names to the faces. “Okay, I’ve got it now… I think.”