"So this is her? The new country?" England muttered to America.
"Yeah, I guess so, dude." America whispered back, glancing at me. "I remember when I was that small and cute!"
"Yeah, so do I..." England said, and had a dreamy expression on his face.
The door opened to the small World Meeting room and a flood of countries came in.
A small girl standing on a stool stared at all the older people, eyes wide. That was me.
"Ah-yah! So cute!" A man with a ponytail and Chinese clothing said, rushing up at me.
"Hi!" I said, and sniffed him.
"What was that, aru?" China said, and flinched away.
"I.... I think you smell good. Like... Chinese food