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The country of cunning victors...is an anxious mess? 4

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Carmedenon: you sex: female age: 20s

Today, was really not your day.

You were suppose to be meeting with the rest of the world and finally come out of your shell. But instead, here you were. Running away from the people whom you still couldn't believe are your fellow country humans. One look of them in that room was enough for you to know that you can't do this. No way! These people are definitely way too much for your poor little anxious heart to handle.

They can't even get along in this supposed peaceful era!

The thought added dread in your heart 'Would I even be able to get along with them? I've been isolated for so long, I have no idea what I'm dealing with...I'm such an idiot! Why did I let myself come here blind!' you thought to yourself as you ran away from the men.

"Hey where you going?! Didn't you hear me? I said you were in the right room!" said the American who was now chasing after you.

"Stop screaming at her, you idiot! Now look what you've done? You scared her enough to run away from you"

"Me? Pretty sure she's running away because she saw the both of you! Running while strangling each other, If anyone scared her it's you guys!"

All three of them started arguing as they ran after you, and this just prompted you to run even faster and hoping that you could lose them in some way. But as if the world hates you, extra voices were heard behind all of you.

"Ah! There she is! Hey there! I've heard so much about you from your brother! It's so nice to finally meet you. Oh! You resemble him quite a bit aru"

"That's her? She's not what I imagined her to be, she's quite adorable da~"

Seeing as all of you were getting a little too far away, they also joined in the chase.

'Oh no! Now there's 5 of them! Ok, ok calm down you've been chased down before. All I have to do is lose them!'

Unfortunately for you, despite having done this multiple times before, thinking while running for your life was something you were never good at. That being said, those said multiple times were also the same multiple times you almost lost. And while you were running, a dawning realization has filled your heart with dread.

'I have no idea where I'm going. I don't even know how this fancy building's floor plan looks like. Shit, I'm lost...'

As if the universe hasn't picked up on how you're scared and panicking right now, 3 more has joined the quest of chasing after you.

"Vhat do you think you're doing!? Stop running!" you heard the large man who was being accompanied by two smaller men yell with a thundering voice.

You felt like you were just yelled at and that made you panicked more, this felt exactly like what you older brother warned you about the generation of countries you were going to be part of.

It's going to be full of persistent men, no matter how scared they make you, they won't stop. So you must be stronger for yourself.

And right he was, as he here you were being chased by persistent men. All who are seemingly unaware of how uncomfortable they're making you right now, like dang, you are really regretting leaving your house right now. With the chaos going on around you, your mind has solidified your resolve.

You're getting out of here. Now

Screw what punishment queen Elinor might have for you for going back on your word and ditching meeting the rest of your kind. They may be your people but they're not your kind of people. And then an idea formed in your brilliant mind.

'It's not one of my best ideas but it can still buy me enough time to find a way out of here'

Settling with your idea, you quickened your pace until you were out of their sight and luckily you found a good temporary hiding spot so you settled there and waited for them to pass by you. Just after a few seconds you heard their steps, but then they stopped right infront of where you were hiding and then you heard one of them talk.

"Oh great, we lost her! Way to go guys! Right when I was about to introduce myself and bring her back to the meeting room to" said the bespectacled blond man, to who you have observed to be the loudest of them all.

"Who do you think you are to blame anyone here? She was already running when she already saw you, if anything this is your bloody fault! Going after her even when we told you not to!" the one in green said in a scolding way. Now taking a good look at him, his eyebrows are really thick....not that there's anything wrong with that!

"What!? How could this be just my fault? If you hadn't come rushing at our direction while fighting with France she would've been less scared. Not to mention the sudden appearances of China and Russia back there, everyone made her feel like she was getting ganged up on! So you can't pin this on just me" the man clapped back.

Upon being mentioned and dragged the way he did, an argument ensues where they start blaming each other and defending themselves. Finally the more composed blond man shut them up with his booming voice.

"Enough! You really can't be together in a minute without arguing, can you? It's almost embarassing to think that we lost to the likes of you! Look, she can't be that far and out this building yet. So let's split up and look for her, and try not to get into arguments while you're looking!" he said in the same commanding voice you had heard him use. And it worked as they all grew silent and finally split up to go look for you. Not knowing in the slighest that you were there, and that you heard everything.

"So they're always like that?...My plan might actually work" you said to yourself and finally scurried off to put your plan into action.

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Hey guys, sorry for not being back on the day that I said that I would be. It's just that life got me busy and i really couldn't find the time for this. But when I finally got a break, I decided to give you this chapter. And since I ended it on a cliffhanger, hopefully I could pressure myself into releasing the next one as fast as possible.

Also thanks for the people who are loyally liking all the chapters, you guys are really encouraging me to continue this story. Especially since most of you are closet Hetalians, glad to be one of your guilty pleasures lol.

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Country name: Carmedenon Human name: Y/N Henzletter Age: 20s

Additional info: Ever since she became independent after her big brother disappeared, she never formally met another personification. The only interaction she ever had with them is when they tried to invade her, thus her hesitance of meeting other countries. Because of this, she doesn't know how to socialize with others (humans included), so she comes off as naive to others. Like if they had no idea of her history of kicking every ass that illegally crossed her borders, they'd be worried for her. She's also terrible at recalling names and faces, causing her to not recognize nations she fought and what scheme she used against them.

Her country is named after her first queen which she has mixed feelings over due to the name clearly sounding human like. But despite having a namesake she chose to have her own first name and kept her brother's last name. Prefers being called by her last name due to missing and grieving her brother. Hearing people call out "Henzletter!" reminded her of the time of how busy her brother was, and even though they're refering to her now. It still made her feel that her brother was still around. (so much so that she doesn't respond immediately when being called)

She is famously known for using cunning tactics with strange instructions against intruders, this (unfortunately for her) made her popular with other countries the moment she decided to come out of her place.

"Attention from strange multiple people....f-freaks me out"

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The country of cunning victors...is an anxious mess? 3

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Info: Carmedenon (you) sex: female age: 20s

When the people in the room heard the door open, all eyes were immediately on you. Under normal circumstances you would be shaking with your nerves as they prepare to skyrocket to the sky. But due to the chaos your eyes are being exposed to, you were too busy being baffled as you stare at the baffling sight before you to be nervous right now.

Two blond men men had their hands on eachother's throats, another blond with rectangular glasses is currently presenting his presentation with images of what seems like the power rangers (from what you know of), and finally a whiny ginger headed man balling his eyes out while pointing at the ruined plate of pasta that was so close to hitting you on the face, to the bigger blond man who looks about this close (👌🏻) to exploding.

'What...is this? Is this some sort of greenlighting room for some cartoon or something? Why is everyone...so disorganized?' you thought to yourself as you continue scanning the room and observing the other people there. And as if confirming the crazy world around you, the surrounding audience aren't any better than the up in the front. Some were casually talking, some were sleeping, some were arguing and...you get the picture. It was a room full chaotic beings. Definitely not a room fit for political discussions.

'Then that means, I must be...' your cheeks started to turn pink at the thought that you must've made an embarrassing mistake. Giving the on lookers a shaky shy smile, you stepped back and hid you body behind the door.

"S-sorry! Wrong room, just pretend I never stumbled in here um er...well I'll be on my way now. Sorry again, bye" and then left.

After you left, everyone in the room was silent for a while. Until the man doing his presentation spoke up "Huh, well that was awkward. But anyway! As I was saying, I still think a super-"

"Hey, didn't that girl looked familiar" one of the blond men who was in a choking competition a while ago commented.

"Ve~ she looked like the bella who completely froze up on tv" commented the Italian who a while ago was crying over ruined pasta. However his words seem to stiffen the certain German he was crying to.

"Vait, if she was the girl on tv then that means...mein gott! That was Carmedenon!" he said in a panic as he realized the gravity of the situation. For 1: the first thing that happened to you when you walked in the room was that pasta was just inches away from hitting your face and 2: you thought you arrived in the wrong room and walked away. Clearly indicating that they've already made a bad impression of themselves, enough to make you not see them as serious figures of the world.

Unfortunately for him, he was the only one who has this realization. As the rest of the world were only left to chatter in excitement as the most mysterious and most victorious country of the world is really here to meet them. In person!

"Dude, shut up! Carmedenon? You mean the country who kicked Britain's ass with scarecrows!" said the man with the presentation, eyes gleaming with excitement. While the man mentioned in the story glared daggers at him.

"Could you not say it like that, you git! She did not beat me up with scarecrows, she bested me with them! Big difference!" he yelled, but the American did not care what he had to say "Pssh same difference, bro. She still kicked your ass with scarecrows". He said, further angering the man enough that he was on his way to choke him now.

But before he could start doing so, the German stopped them from making another fight "Need I remind you that Ms. Carmedenon just walked away from the meeting room? On the day we are suppose to formally meet her?! We have no time for more fights! Not that we had the time in the first place. But we need her back here and get her to cooperate with us, now!" he said voice filled with resolute.

"Oh yeah, gotcha! Let me go get her" but before America even took a step, Britain caught his arm stopping him. "Oh no you don't! I heard from her queen that she has quite the delicate nerve. Someone like you is bound to scare her away!" he said, then another voice has voiced their opinion.

"Then I will go get her, after all I have a way with all kinds of ladies~" said France as he started making his way to the door, before he himself got stopped by the same man. "Like hell I'd let you! You're the last person she needs to first meet. This nation has isolated herself for all her life, and a pervert like you has a high chance of pushing her back in her shell!" he said, then a new argument ensues.

"Oh, and who do you think is fit to introduce her to us? You? The one who tried to invade her and famously failed to do so?"

"Don't talk as if you hadn't done the same! And where do you think you're going? Do you really think you can just walk off of this conversation?"

"Well it sounds to me that both of you were assholes to the dudette. And since I've never done anything to her, I'm probably your best bet of getting her to come here"

"You'll scare her away!"

"Whatever, dudes! I've always wanted to meet her! And now that she's literally out that door, I'm taking my chances and finally become her friend!" after his proclamation, he took off and ran out the door to look for you. The other two following after him.

"You know what? I'm gonna go meet her to! After all I've met her brother and he always brags about her without introducing her. It's time to satisfy some ancient aged curiosity aru!"

"I have also kept hearing so much about this nation and her victories, I guess now would be a good time to fulfill my own curiosities. Maybe she'll even want to be one with me~"

And just like that, two other individuals followed suit. An Asian man with one Russian.

"Germany-san, if what I'm hearing about her social anxiety is true. Then wouldn't it be bad if any of those people were able to get to her at any moment?"

After hearing that statement, the German suddenly remembered what her queen had said to him the day after they landed.

"Hello Mr. Germany! I assume you have seen the news of our landing? If so, then you have probably seen the face of our country, and well...you saw how she is. Try to make her as comfortable as possible, ok? It took a lot of effort to get her to agree, and we made a compromise that if things get too uncomfortable. We'll leave"

They'll leave. And if they leave...there's a chance the country herself will never agree to open her borders ever again!

"Scheisse! This is bad! We need to get to her before they do!"

With that being said, they bolted after them leaving the room and everyone else in it.

"Ve-?! Hey! Wait for-a me!"

As for you, you've been walking around looking for the "right" meeting room for a long while now. But no matter where you go, you can't find anything that resembled a room full of diplomatic exchanges.

"Am I even in the right venue? I can't seem find them anywhere" you pondered as you stop walking to rest your feet and to think clearly. Did the driver actually drove you to the place? No way, they've been your driver for 5 years now and they never brought you to the wrong place. Were you that late that the meeting was already over and it was that crowd turn to use the room? If that's the case, guess you'll have to make a written apology to Elinor and the other nations for not being able to make it.

Entertaining the thought, you lifted your wrist to take a look at your watch and...wait? It's still far too early to dismiss the meeting, even if you were really tardy.

'Wait...does that mean?..t-those people were actually-...No, no way! T-they can't p-possibly be-'

And at that moment, your worst fears came to confirm your worst nightmare.

"Hey dudette! Funny story, you were actually in the right room!"

Turning your head, you saw the same blond man who was presenting something in the room. Followed by the two other men who were previously trying to choke the life oout of each other. These chaotic individuals with full energy were running towards your direction.

Running towards you

All of the sudden your heart picked up it's paced and a terrible pack of anxiety suddenly dropped down to the pit of your stomach. Although your body may have stopped functioning and froze you on your spot, your legs didn't. And before you knew it, you were running away from them. With one thought, the very same thought you kept having throughout this trip, crossing your mind:

'I should've stayed home!!!'

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The country of cunning victors...is an anxious mess? 2

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Warning: Still long

Info: Carmedenon (you) sex: female age: 20s

You and your nation's royal family have landed on the nation where meeting is gonna take place, and as foreigners who never stepped foot off your borders. Everyone was excited!...

Well except for you.

After you guys boarded you haven't stopped shaking like hell, before you left you tried to escape the trip a few times. But unfortunately for you, you handpicked this family to be your monarchy for their intelligence, right from when their first ancestor managed to outsmart you of your challenges and riddles. The very reason why you made her your first queen. So ofcourse, they were one step ahead of you in every way, in true Carmedinian fashion.

"Carmedenon! Stop trying to escape this. I thought you and your princess talked and reached an agreement" your queen said getting tired of your shenanigans. "Yeah, I did. That is until I found out that the meeting is next week! Like what the heck guys! You didn't atleast let me mentally prepare myself for this life changing-...change! This is all too sudden for me" you said sinking on your seat in surrender.

"Um for your information, the meeting is still days away. We're only here early so that we could get to know the other world leaders. And hey, maybe even be tourists for a while" the crown princess said in her usual calm voice. You looked up to stare at her with an unimpressed look "I'm starting to think you guys just want a vacation from me than making connections"

"We are making connections, by enjoying the country!" she said as she pats your back. All too soon to your liking the plane has anounced that all were allowed to leave, and peeking through the window was a sight of your nightmares.

Outside the plane, were dozens of journalists with microphones and cameras flashing, all waiting, all for you. While you shrunk in horror, the royal family however are quite estatic of the welcome.

"Oh look at that Carmeden, a warm welcome! Feeling unhated yet?" your boss' daughter ask with a smile. "No, these are just humans showing us support, and like I said I-Im more concernedabout how the countries' feel about me. B-besides, don't you think this crowd is a little too much?!" you said as you look out to the literal sea of people outside the plane. There are so many of them, you fear that they'll break the barricades.

"The people are the refection of the nation, if they're not hostile towards you or us. Then it's a good sign that things will go well, so please stop worrying anymore" your queen stated as she gets ready to be greeted by the crowd. "Mom's right Carms, I heard your fellow nations are like stereotypes of their people. And I've read a bunch of stereotypes of this country and they seem really nice, so you'll be fine" the princess added as she herself gets ready.

"F-fine, but still...what's with this crowd?!" you exclaim as you motion to the window that has the best view of said crowd. "Well, you are an isolated country who refused to show herself for centuries. When nations like you suddenly decide to open up, of course journalists are gonna hyped about you!" she said as she grabbed your nervous hands and lead you to the plane door. "C'mon, we can't keep them waiting~"

"Wha-? Hey! What are you doi-" before you knew it, you were out the door overlooking the sea of journalists and the brightness of the flashing of their cameras. When all of you reached the bottom of the stairs, the interviews began. Of course them being the royal family, every journalist went to them first. And your monarchy being more extroverted than you, happily obliged.

Seeing this calmed you down a bit, thinking that as long as you can hide yourself and not let them see you. You'll be able to get out of here unnoticed as you are not willing to deal with this right now or ever. Unfortunately for you, it appears that the day just doesn't want to go your way. As a sudden question was thrown your way.

"Excuse me? Are you who I think you are?" you turned to stone. Quietly you asked "W-what do you mean?" a little scared. "Well it's just that your being a little too close to the royal family, and I assumed you were a relative until I realized you don't really share any features with them. Then I wondered if you were a politician, then I remembered no politician ever allowed to share a plan with royalty in your country. Which leads to one possibility left, are you Carmedenon?" Your voice too scared to come out, the princess answered for you.

"Yes, she is indeed. I'm sorry she's little shy" hearing the answer everyone wanted to hear, the crowd's attention suddenly diverted to you. Throwing questions at you left, right front and center.

'You've been isolated for years, why now have you decided to open up?'

'Was this planned? Have you been thinking about doing this all along? How long have you thought about it before actually doing it?'

'Ms. Carmedenon! Is it true that you were tricked by your monarchy to come to this trip? How do you feel about it now that you're here?'

So many questions from so many people asking all at once, as you stand there shaking.

"I-I uhm uh-" was all you could manage to say before you mentally stopped working and just stood there as still as a statue. You don't remember much from what happened, all you know is that now you're in your designated space with your boss scolding her daughter for answering the question and causing you to be bambarded until you mentally broke.

After that scene, you just cooped yourself up in your hotel room the princess didn't bother you so much this time tho. Feeling bad for what happened in the airport, especially when you all found out it was caught in live TV. So you spent the days before the dreaded meeting in your room, dreading it. Those countries probably saw how much of a fool you made yourself out to be. But no matter, you're here now and there's no turning back. Might as well mentally prepare, but no matter how much you do so. One thought never left your mind: 'I wanna go home...'

Then meeting day came, and your nerves are through the roof!

"Ugh, stupid cowlick...why won't you flatten down?!" you complained as you try your darndest to brush down the stubborn strand of hair that stood in the middle of your head, leaning to it's left. "Perhaps your hair is meant to be that way, didn't you say your older brother had that to?" her highness as she watches you try to make your hair look its best.

"You think so? Well doesn't really, matter because it looks silly and I don't want it to be seen during such a formal event" you said continuing your hopeless quest of fixing it. "Why are you wearing glasses? Are you trying to look professional?" she further commented. To which you shook your head.

"No that 's not it, I read from somewhere that glasses make people look harmless. I left a dangerous impression then, I want to make a friendlier impression now. Lets just hope conversations will never be about war" you said as you adjust said lenses on your face. Business suit worn, glasses on, the car is prepared, you were physically ready.

As for being mentally ready...is another story.

In a blink of an eye you are now in fron of the designated building, no one's around since you were super late due to you caring a little too much about your physical appearance in an attempt to look friendlier. And also the fact that you really didn't want to go and you stalled for a really long while until the queen demanded you to go.

Well you're here now, there's no going back. Especially considering the fact that you're ride immediately left after you stepped foot out the door.

"Elinor must've instructed them to leave immediately after I got out, so that I won't be able to do a 180 and leave. Now I'm really stuck here..."

Collecting yourself and swallowing your fear, you finally started walking to the building and look for the meeting room. As you anxiously make your way to the designated meeting room, anxiety starts eating you up.

'What are they like? Did they saw me on tv that day? What do they think of me now after that embarassing fiasco? Do they think less of me now? Well atleast that would mean they won't fear me for sure, but still I still want to be respected! That little show is like a "kick me sign" for mockery! Oh God, I don't think I'll be able to even leave my own room if that's the case...'

You stopped on your step and contemplated hiding somewhere in the building and just wait this meeting out, since leaving wasn't an option in courtesy of your queen. But then, different kinds of thoughts start taking over your mind.

'But...that would be a waste wouldn't it? Elinor did everything just to get us to this point, there was massive protest over opening up our borders and the media tho aggressive did seem excited for me finally opening up to the world. And seeing how fascinated Elinor and the others were about everything in this country...maybe they're right- no, they are right. We do need this, I need this!'

The more the though went on the more your resolve becomes stronger, your pace once shy and unsure became braver and a bit excited even.

'It's time I stop depriving my citizens from experiencing the rest of the world, it's not fair to them. And who knows? Maybe the other nations aren't actually as bad as I imagined them to be.'

Now infront of the door of your destination, you take a breath and placed your hand against the fine wood. With one final thought crossing your mind that caused you to push through with the change as you push the door open.

'Besides, this country has the best pancakes I've ever had!'

And right when you swung the meeting room's door wide open, booming with confidence. A plate of pasta came flying at your direction and hit the wall right next to your head.

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The country of cunning victors...is an anxious mess?

Info: You're female and your country name is Carmedenon (not a real nation)

In the golden age of imperialism and colonialism many child countries were taken under the care (cough control cough) of adult nations. Willingly or unwillingly (mostly unwillingly) these imperial super powers took and took, whatever and whoever they can find to add to their collection.

Not you tho, you have proven yourself to be stubborn and quite a strategic fighter.

Located in the Mediterranean, the younger sister of the youngest ancient. Your older brother had taught you everything you needed to know in order to fight for the right to keep your independence and to protect your culture and religion from other countries who dare try to taint them with their own. As your land is located in a way that isolated you from the rest of the Mediterranean, giving you quite a mysterious allure which made you oh so tempting to take.

First was the Ottomans, they sailed to your seas in their ships ready and armed with weaponry to take your land. And the first thing that greeted them, were barrels of…alcohol?

It was being catapulted at them from the land and some nearby ships. At first, the Ottomans laughed at this, jesting that this was some kind of greeting by the natives or perhaps a bribe? A prayer for mercy and a beg for them to turn their ships and leave them alone.

"You're wasting quite fine wine, you know?"

But what came next, silenced them all together.

While they were busy in their mockery as they foolishly bathe in the alcohol that was thrown at them. The natives' next move, was to fire flamed arrows at them and they aimed right on the shell of their alcohol dosed ship, setting them on fire. Now engulfed in flames they screamed, they halted their attacks and focused all their energy trying to set off the flames. But since the natives had dosed them in alcohol quite well, setting out flames have been proven to be a difficult task. So difficult that if they want to live to see their wives again, they were forced to abandon ship.

This was not the last time that the nation faced off against the Turks, as they were the most stubborn and most determined to defeat them. But this was their most memorable battle, for it was fought with such a strange yet effective battle strategy.

Up came next were the Spaniards and unlike the Turks, they actually manged to land on land. At first they appeared friendly, preaching about a religion that encourages freedom and kindness towards all. While the belief they speack of was true as it was written in their religious scriptures. The Spaniards themsleves, do not…as they acted aggressively to anything that wasn't aligned to their belief. So it didn't took long for the natives and the nation herself to decide that they need to go.

"What a shame…and here I thought I would finally have a friend"

So in the dark of night, you and a pack of hunters that were very familiar with the area dressed yourselves in black, armed with arrows and hunting tools attacked their camps at night and dwindled their numbers. They weren't that many of them, since they weren't actually their for the purpose of settling. The only reason they were there in the first place was because they got lost, but after having a taste of time in the land. They changed their mind and decided that you were a perfect addition in their empire.

Like hell you'd let that happen

None the less, that experience scarred them so much they modeled the image of death after you and your hunters. A silent figure of death donned in dark clothing, armed with a weapon suited for taking lives.

What followed after the Spanish was the English, after hearing the experience of both the Turks and the Spanish they decided that they were the ones destined to take you. After all, no one has stopped them yet. Well there were some, but nameless allyless, nation like you? This will probably be piece of cake. But after your own experience with the two adults, you've decided that your not taking any chances. When you were alerted by the incoming attack by the Brits from your messenger birds. You acted quick and commanded your people to fill hundred ships with…scarecrows?

Yes, scarecrows. You were well aware that your men alone won't stand a chance against the advanced weaponry of the enemy. So you decided to defeat them with strategy instead.

So you placed your scarecrow army miles away from your docks while you and your real army strategically hide in place. Waiting for them to arrive, and arrive they did. When they saw your bait they immeidately started wasting their ammo on them. While all their focus were on the ships with no real men aboard, you and your men on tiny fishing boats sailed off your hiding spots and ambushed the Brits from behind. By climbing on their ships from behind with the ladders you brought with you, and turned this ocean battle into a land battle. Just as how the Romans did so many years ago.

And after you defeated Britain, the strongest empire at the time, on your own, with no allies or any modern weaponry. The world has dubbbed you "The country of cunning victors" and you have isolated yourself ever since, not wanting to deal with any adult nations ever again. Unfortunately for you tho, that seemed to attract them to challenge you more. So your whole childhood was spent fighting other nations, a tiring childhood you had.

Eventually the fighting for domination came to an end after ww2, suddenly the world as in peace. Despite that, you have yet to open your borders to anyone, even under the pressure of influencial countries. Any attempt was greeted with cunning strategies to make them leave.

This has gone for so many years that eventually, the new generation of you monarchy has decided that the isolation needs to end. So what they did, was signed you up to a world meeting without your consent.

"How could you do this to me?! After everything I've done for you" you exclaimed to your crown princess, your next boss in line. She just shrugged her shoulders and began to explain herself.

"C'mon, we both know you need this. You can't just coop yourself up like this forever! Think of all the advantages this will bring to the Carmedinians but most importantly think of all the friends you'll get to make! God knows you need some" she said as you pace around your room.

Hearing that comment your head snapped on her direction looking at her all offended "Hey I have friends! And they're the best friends anyone can ever have! I don't need anyone else" you said all defensive. To which she crossed her arms "Those birds don't count, Carmeden. You need allies, friends that are just like you, a country!" she said trying to reason with you, but you aren't having it.

"Every country I met, literally tried to invade me. Especially that one guy with- with a mask? Did he have a mask? Whatever, point is I never had a positive relationship with any of them. Hell, I don't even remember the majority of them! What if-" then a thought came to your head and you straight up start panicking.

"What if they think I'm such a smug snob who never bothered to remember who and what I did to them! And what about their kids! Their former colonies! They must have heard of me from their big brothers! They must be stirring up some revenge to avenge them! Oh God, what the hell did you just signed me up to?!" you exclaimed shaking the princess with her shoulders.

"Calm down, Carmeden!" she yelled out stopping you from continuosly shaking her "See, this is one of the reasons why you need to get out there. You need to see that they don't hate you so you'd stop worrying about it, and if they do? Just improve it, I mean your smart, you have made through it with your smarts in war before. How's this any different? Oh I know, this is no war and no one's gonna try to take you" her majesty has assured, and with her words sinking down you eventually calmed down.

'If this is my future queen, I'm probably in good hands'

"Alright, you've convinced me…I'll go. But if things get weird, I'm leaving. Got it" you say with words full of conviction.

"Yes! Got it! Well be prepared for next week and start packing, we'll be leaving tomorrow" she said as she left your private chambers. Your once calmed deamenor suddenly shattered once what she said sunk in.

"Wait it's next week! And we're leaving already!"

'Nevermind, my future queen is the devil'

Part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/mystermoose/735668751809282048/the-country-of-cunning-victorsis-an-anxious?source=share

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