You began daydreaming. The world meeting was boring. It always was.
You weren't a country, but soon you were going to be. You worked hard, as boring as the work was and tried to stay away from as many people as possible, especially Frances Bonnefoy. The only person you spoke to was Arthur Kirkland, who represented England. You two didn't talk much, but you were more friendly with him than you were with anyone else.
"(name)! (name)! Down to earth, (name)!"
You blinked. You came down to earth and began to look at Arthur.
"The meetings over, (name)." He said.
You rose and left.

-000-

"Onhonhonhon."
You turned around and saw Frances.
"What do you want, France?"
"Simply to speak with you, Mademoiselle. You know how much I like you."
You raised your eyebrows.
"How?"
"I was thinking about asking you to go out with me for dinner."
You looked at him for a moment.
"Well," you said, "I appreciate the offer, but I'm rather busy this weekend."
"But-"
"She says she doesn't want to, you bloody git."
You turned around and saw Arthur, who was now standing beside you, looking at Frances with a look of disbelief and disgust.
"Onhonhon, someone's jealous today," Frances laughed.
Although you tried not to notice it, you were sure you saw Arthur blush.
"Of course I'm not jealous, you moron. But I do know you (name) has already basically told you to piss off."
Before you could protest, Arthur grabbed you by the arm and the two of you left an amused Frances.

-000-

"Thank you, England. Although you didn't have to do this -"
"No, it's fine. It was necessary. You're my friend, I'm sure you would have done the same for me."
You were shocked. You didn't think Arthur Kirkland considered you a friend so much as an acquaintance.
You said nothing. You didn't really like to talk much. You just listened and spoke when being talked to. You were one of those shy girls, one of the reasons you didn't really get the chance to talk to many of the countries. You didn't even get to talk to Arthur much.
Suddenly, you heard the sound of a cry.
"Did you hear that, England?"
"What?
You looked at him.
"You mean to tell me you didn't hear the sounds of a cry?"
"No!"
I must me hearing things, you thought. You were about to dismiss it when you heard it again.
"You can't say you didn't hear that now, England," you said.
Before he could protest, you dragged England by the arm to where it was coming from.
"Now, (name), you wait just a -"
You ignored him.
As you ran, you heard the sounds of it getting closer.
"I hear it," Arthur said. "Let's hurry!"
As you turned a corner, you saw two little boys, no older than three or four, huddled together in a sheet beside folded down cardboard boxes by the garbage cans.