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Description
Rachel Romano:  ("Quaverand")
Is at the center of three tectonic plates. (Caribbean Plate, African Plate, and Eurasian Plate.)
Strengths: Educational system, Health Care, Architecture/design, Farms (Fruit,Veggies, Chickens, sheep, wheat.)
Weaknesses: Armed Forces, Earth Metals
Allies: Neutral Country
Enemies: Neutral Country

This is her Story

Greetings Miss Rachel Romano,
We would be honored to meet you here at the UN, if you are able to, please come to your first meeting with us in the Capital of Italy; Rome/Roma.
Signed, Arthur Kirkland.
Francis Bonnefoy
Kiku Honda
Ludwig Beilschmidt
Romano and Feliciano Vargas

   "Er. . . Io vado a Roma? Yay!" Rachel Romano didn't understand much English, But this is what she got from the letter: "Hello Rachel Romano, we want to meet you, please come to Rome." So she got the gist of it, other than the fact that she would be meeting other countrys as well. On Quaverand the only real means of transportation is by boat. Which in this case was a good thing for her.

   One day and night later Rachel Reached Italy and It seemed that a few men were waiting for her. A tall bulky blonde man, and a shorter/regular sized lean man with brown hair and a small curl. The tall man spoke up first.
"Hallo, are you Miss Rachel Romano?"
"Er, Si."
The smaller man spoke up next,
"Oh! Ludwig, she speaks Italian. You hear'a the bella's accent? So-" He stepped up to Rachel and decided he would be the one to talk to her, since it seemed she didn't know much English.
"Il mio nome è Feliciano Vargas, questo è il mio amico Ludwig!"
"Ah! Lei parla italiano! Fantastico! E 'bello incontrare voi due!" She held out her hand to Ludwig. He had a strong grip, but it was friendly. Ludwig decided it would be best if Feliciano were to be his translator for the trip.
"Tell her that we'll be going to the meeting now."
"Okay! E 'il momento per il vostro primo incontro. Ti ci porto!"
"Oh, grazie!"

--- One hour Later---
"~yawn~ Sono molto stanco. Per quanto tempo questo incontro è, Feliciano?"
"Non molto. Forse due ore."
"Mm, si."

Rachel could really see similarities between her and Feliciano. They were both around 5'5'', short brown hair, and smily. Very smily. One difference was that Rachel had blue eyes.

----At the World meeting----

    The trio walk in on chaos, as per the uzh. Germany just sighs, rubbing his temples. He clears his throat to get attention. None.
"Hey! Vay attention!!!"
Everyone turns to him immediately. Except for Rachel, who just lets out a small gasp.
"Va tutto bene." Feliciano assures Rachel, patting her shoulder. She just nods back up at him.
"Aah, and who might this little ange, be?" Francis walks up looking at her.
"Zis iz Rachel Romano, A.K.A. Quaverand."
"He- Hello." She just smiled and gave a little wave to everybody in the room.
"Feliciano, I zought she could not speak English?"
"Um, I learn. . . Uh, quick?" She shrugged and blushed a bit.
"Yeah! She's gonna need to know ENGLISH if I'm here! 'Cause I'm not learnin' JIBBERISH! Hahaha!" The loud American spoke up. "~sigh, git~ Ahem, Hello miss. I am England, or Arthur Kirkland." He held out his hand smiling. She took it and shook it with a little bit of force.
"Hello, Arthur!"
"Ah, you DO learn quickly. Perhaps I can teach you English. Everyone here speaks it."
"Oh, um, okay. I can learn simple things."
Suddenly the double doors swing open revealing a very angry Romano Vargas.
"HEY! FRATELLO! How many times have I told you to NOT park your scooter in MY parking space?!"
"At least, eleven. But look fratello! This is'a Rachel! Her last name is'a your first! Funny, si?"
"DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT! I don't CARE if her name i-" Once Romano took a chance to look at her his cheeks went slightly pink. He tried to find words, but his brain wouldn't comply. His mouth just hung there moving lazily.
"Um, Ciao, Romano!" She put her hand out only to have IT stared at. Then her, then back again. Romano's blush only spread at this.
"Uh, come here Feliciano!" He then proceeded to pull his brother out into the hall. The doors slamming behind them.
"Um. . . Did I do wrong?"
-----------------------In the hallway-------------------
   "What is'a wrong, fratello? Do you'a not like Rachel?"
"No, I mean. Ugh! You'a didn't tell'a me she'a was cute!"
"I did not'a know. Do you'a like her fratello?"
"What?! NO! I JUST met her! I don't know her. Ugh, and NOW France, or Ivan or someone is'a trying to RAPE her, or something! ~huff~"
"Sorry, fratello. . ."
"~sigh~ No, it's not you. . . We should'a probably get'a back in'a there."
-----------------------Meanwhile------------------------
"-And zat is everybody I zink."
"Yay! Friends! I don't have'a back home."
"Hello, маленький цветок. Become one with mother Russia, da?" A large shadow looms over the room as Rachel turns around to see a tall man in a long pale coat and pink/purple scarf. She looks him over for a second.
"Hello!" She put out her hand to him. People start to mumble and mutter to one another. The darkness rises from the room as Ivan takes her hand in his.
"You'a are funny! But- where Feliciano and fratello?" As if on queue, the duo walk in and jump slightly at the sight of Ivan. The rest of the meeting was basically Rachel talking about her home, and people taking notes. But there were also problems to discuss. . .
     "~yawn~ So tired. . ." Rachel's eyes slowly began to close as her body went limp. Her head ended up resting on Romano's shoulder. "Hey! Don't-" He looked down to her as her eyes begin to open again. Sapphire orbs sparkling in the sunlight that was coming through a nearby window. "Oh, mm, sorry Romano." "No, I didn't- ~sigh~" She struggled to stay awake for the last 20 minutes of the meeting. "Italy!" "Ve? Yes, Doitsu?" "Do you zink you and Romano can let Rachel stay wiz you for the next few days?" "~gasp!~ Yay! A sleep-over with a pretty girl, Vee!"

     A few moments later. . . "Ve, Rachel~ We are here." "Mm, hm? Oh, It's nice." It was a fairly standard house for  a small family. (Or, in this case, two brothers.) Once inside, Romano spoke up.

     "Oh, right, Rachel there are only two bedrooms, but fratello usually ends up sleeping with me anyway, so you can sleep in the guest-room. It's down the hall, second door on the left. The first door is the restroom, and that's all you should need to know. Okay?"

     She drowsily looked up at Romano, half asleep, and made a small grunting noise to let him know she understood. She picked up her messenger bag full of belongings, and shuffled to her room. That was the last the two brothers saw of her that night.

    ---------- One Hour Later ----------

     "Fratello?" Feliciano, spoke up.
"Ugh, si, idiota?"
"I heard a shuffling noise from Rachel's room. D-Did a m-monster get her?! Will it get ME NEXT?! PROTECT ME ROMANO!!!"
"UGH! Get, OFF OF ME!!! If you're that scared, I'll check, OKAY?!"
"G-Grazie, fratello!"
"~whisper~ Rachel, are you up?" Romano glanced in her room, only to see her fast asleep, her chest rising and falling with every breathe she took.
"Uuungh. . . Romano. . . . . ." She slowly rolled over. Causing Romano to blush slightly.
"S-Si? Rachel?" He carefully made his way to the side of her bed.
"Y-your boat. . . . . Mmnnn. . . . . ."
"~whisper~ boat?"
----------------------- Next morning --------------------------
"Ve, good morning Rachel!!!"
"~yawn~ Grazie, Feliciano. . . Where Romano?"
"Oh! He's outside getting tomatoes for'a the omelets!!"
"Grazie. . ." She made her way to the back yard where she found Romano munching on one of many ripe tomatoes in the garden.
"Ciao, Romano."
"Hm?! Oh, um, Ciao Rachel."
"Romano. . . I remember you."
"Eh? What does that mean?"
"I remember you. We were'a little bambinos. . . ~giggle~ You were so cute!" He then started to blush some.
"Wait. . . When, I was with Spain, sailing? That was you?"
"Si. . . You gave me my name, and clothes. I told'a you I find'a you one day!"
"I remember. . . You were so shy. . ." 'I'm lucky things change.'
"Si, and you were so'a kind. . . Are." She gave him a small smile sitting down on the ground next to him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Magical Flashback Time! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
                          -  Romano's POV -
"AH! LAND! Send the diggys! You will come with me, Romano." Quote Spain the Pirate.
"No way, bastardo!!!"
"Oh, hahahaha!! Silly Romano, I didn't ask!" He then grabbed me and took him to one of the many small boats on board.
"Everybody search the island for people! Romano, you will stay in the boat."
"WHAT?! You take me out here, and then ditch me?!?!"
"Romano, I only care about your safety."
"Grrrrr. . . FINE! ~muttertomatobastardmutter~"
----- A few moments later -----
"Ugh, so bored. . . Huh?" I thought I saw movement behind a nearby rock on the edge of the jungle forest and sand.
"Who's there? Hello?!" I slowly got out of the boat to walk over the rock. It was just taller than me, and about three times wider. Looking around the side, I saw a small girl, around my age.
"Are you here alone?"
"~gasp!~" She then quickly hid behind the boulder again.
"WAIT! Do you'a have parents? Do you'a live here?" She poked her head out just far enough for me to see her and one hand holding onto the rock.
"N-No, a-and si. . ." Her voice was small, but I could tell she was special.
"Are, you a country?"
". . . . . . Si."
"Be'a careful, Spain is'a going to'a take over your island!"
"~giggle!~"
"WHAT?! This is serious!" She then quickly ducked behind the large boulder again.
"What is, Romano?" Spain was right behind me all of a sudden.
"AGH! U-Uh, there was a girl here, and she didn't have clothes, so. . ."
"Oh! Well, we can give her a pair of yours, si?"
"Fine. . ."
"Ah! So cute, my little tomate! You are so red! Just like a tomato!"
"Grrrrr. . ."
"~giggle!~ Romano? E 'il tuo nome?"
"Oh! Uh, s-si! You speak Italian!"
"Cosa?"
Just then Spain came over with another "uniform" (dress) for her.
"And what is your name, chica?" He began to put it on her.
"Cosa? Romano?"
"She only speaks ITALIAN, bastardo."
"Lovi~ Language~ But, okay. You look like a. . . Hmmm. . . Raquel, to me!"
"Rachel? Mi piace!" She then twirled around in her new dress and kissed me on the cheek before leaving. "Ti troverò ancora un giorno! Lo prometto!"
"What did she say, Lovi~?"
"N-None of your business!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End Magical Flashback Time! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh, well, grazie Rachel."
"No problem." She then kissed him on the cheek like she did so long ago. But, there was something in this one. . . Something more. . .

Description
Rachel Romano:  ("Quaverand")
Is at the center of three tectonic plates. (Caribbean Plate, African Plate, and Eurasian Plate.)
Strengths: Educational system, Health Care, Architecture/design, Farms (Fruit,Veggies, Chickens, sheep, wheat.)
Weaknesses: Armed Forces, Earth Metals
Allies: Neutral Country
Enemies: Neutral Country

This is her Story

Greetings Miss Rachel Romano,
We would be honored to meet you here at the UN, if you are able to, please come to your first meeting with us in the Capital of Italy; Rome/Roma.
Signed, Arthur Kirkland.
Francis Bonnefoy
Kiku Honda
Ludwig Beilschmidt
Romano and Feliciano Vargas

   "Er. . . Io vado a Roma? Yay!" Rachel Romano didn't understand much English, But this is what she got from the letter: "Hello Rachel Romano, we want to meet you, please come to Rome." So she got the gist of it, other than the fact that she would be meeting other countrys as well. On Quaverand the only real means of transportation is by boat. Which in this case was a good thing for her.

   One day and night later Rachel Reached Italy and It seemed that a few men were waiting for her. A tall bulky blonde man, and a shorter/regular sized lean man with brown hair and a small curl. The tall man spoke up first.
"Hallo, are you Miss Rachel Romano?"
"Er, Si."
The smaller man spoke up next,
"Oh! Ludwig, she speaks Italian. You hear'a the bella's accent? So-" He stepped up to Rachel and decided he would be the one to talk to her, since it seemed she didn't know much English.
"Il mio nome è Feliciano Vargas, questo è il mio amico Ludwig!"
"Ah! Lei parla italiano! Fantastico! E 'bello incontrare voi due!" She held out her hand to Ludwig. He had a strong grip, but it was friendly. Ludwig decided it would be best if Feliciano were to be his translator for the trip.
"Tell her that we'll be going to the meeting now."
"Okay! E 'il momento per il vostro primo incontro. Ti ci porto!"
"Oh, grazie!"

--- One hour Later---
"~yawn~ Sono molto stanco. Per quanto tempo questo incontro è, Feliciano?"
"Non molto. Forse due ore."
"Mm, si."

Rachel could really see similarities between her and Feliciano. They were both around 5'5'', short brown hair, and smily. Very smily. One difference was that Rachel had blue eyes.

----At the World meeting----

    The trio walk in on chaos, as per the uzh. Germany just sighs, rubbing his temples. He clears his throat to get attention. None.
"Hey! Vay attention!!!"
Everyone turns to him immediately. Except for Rachel, who just lets out a small gasp.
"Va tutto bene." Feliciano assures Rachel, patting her shoulder. She just nods back up at him.
"Aah, and who might this little ange, be?" Francis walks up looking at her.
"Zis iz Rachel Romano, A.K.A. Quaverand."
"He- Hello." She just smiled and gave a little wave to everybody in the room.
"Feliciano, I zought she could not speak English?"
"Um, I learn. . . Uh, quick?" She shrugged and blushed a bit.
"Yeah! She's gonna need to know ENGLISH if I'm here! 'Cause I'm not learnin' JIBBERISH! Hahaha!" The loud American spoke up. "~sigh, git~ Ahem, Hello miss. I am England, or Arthur Kirkland." He held out his hand smiling. She took it and shook it with a little bit of force.
"Hello, Arthur!"
"Ah, you DO learn quickly. Perhaps I can teach you English. Everyone here speaks it."
"Oh, um, okay. I can learn simple things."
Suddenly the double doors swing open revealing a very angry Romano Vargas.
"HEY! FRATELLO! How many times have I told you to NOT park your scooter in MY parking space?!"
"At least, eleven. But look fratello! This is'a Rachel! Her last name is'a your first! Funny, si?"
"DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT! I don't CARE if her name i-" Once Romano took a chance to look at her his cheeks went slightly pink. He tried to find words, but his brain wouldn't comply. His mouth just hung there moving lazily.
"Um, Ciao, Romano!" She put her hand out only to have IT stared at. Then her, then back again. Romano's blush only spread at this.
"Uh, come here Feliciano!" He then proceeded to pull his brother out into the hall. The doors slamming behind them.
"Um. . . Did I do wrong?"
-----------------------In the hallway-------------------
   "What is'a wrong, fratello? Do you'a not like Rachel?"
"No, I mean. Ugh! You'a didn't tell'a me she'a was cute!"
"I did not'a know. Do you'a like her fratello?"
"What?! NO! I JUST met her! I don't know her. Ugh, and NOW France, or Ivan or someone is'a trying to RAPE her, or something! ~huff~"
"Sorry, fratello. . ."
"~sigh~ No, it's not you. . . We should'a probably get'a back in'a there."
-----------------------Meanwhile------------------------
"-And zat is everybody I zink."
"Yay! Friends! I don't have'a back home."
"Hello, маленький цветок. Become one with mother Russia, da?" A large shadow looms over the room as Rachel turns around to see a tall man in a long pale coat and pink/purple scarf. She looks him over for a second.
"Hello!" She put out her hand to him. People start to mumble and mutter to one another. The darkness rises from the room as Ivan takes her hand in his.
"You'a are funny! But- where Feliciano and fratello?" As if on queue, the duo walk in and jump slightly at the sight of Ivan. The rest of the meeting was basically Rachel talking about her home, and people taking notes. But there were also problems to discuss. . .
     "~yawn~ So tired. . ." Rachel's eyes slowly began to close as her body went limp. Her head ended up resting on Romano's shoulder. "Hey! Don't-" He looked down to her as her eyes begin to open again. Sapphire orbs sparkling in the sunlight that was coming through a nearby window. "Oh, mm, sorry Romano." "No, I didn't- ~sigh~" She struggled to stay awake for the last 20 minutes of the meeting. "Italy!" "Ve? Yes, Doitsu?" "Do you zink you and Romano can let Rachel stay wiz you for the next few days?" "~gasp!~ Yay! A sleep-over with a pretty girl, Vee!"

     A few moments later. . . "Ve, Rachel~ We are here." "Mm, hm? Oh, It's nice." It was a fairly standard house for  a small family. (Or, in this case, two brothers.) Once inside, Romano spoke up.

     "Oh, right, Rachel there are only two bedrooms, but fratello usually ends up sleeping with me anyway, so you can sleep in the guest-room. It's down the hall, second door on the left. The first door is the restroom, and that's all you should need to know. Okay?"

     She drowsily looked up at Romano, half asleep, and made a small grunting noise to let him know she understood. She picked up her messenger bag full of belongings, and shuffled to her room. That was the last the two brothers saw of her that night.

    ---------- One Hour Later ----------

     "Fratello?" Feliciano, spoke up.
"Ugh, si, idiota?"
"I heard a shuffling noise from Rachel's room. D-Did a m-monster get her?! Will it get ME NEXT?! PROTECT ME ROMANO!!!"
"UGH! Get, OFF OF ME!!! If you're that scared, I'll check, OKAY?!"
"G-Grazie, fratello!"
"~whisper~ Rachel, are you up?" Romano glanced in her room, only to see her fast asleep, her chest rising and falling with every breathe she took.
"Uuungh. . . Romano. . . . . ." She slowly rolled over. Causing Romano to blush slightly.
"S-Si? Rachel?" He carefully made his way to the side of her bed.
"Y-your boat. . . . . Mmnnn. . . . . ."
"~whisper~ boat?"
----------------------- Next morning --------------------------
"Ve, good morning Rachel!!!"
"~yawn~ Grazie, Feliciano. . . Where Romano?"
"Oh! He's outside getting tomatoes for'a the omelets!!"
"Grazie. . ." She made her way to the back yard where she found Romano munching on one of many ripe tomatoes in the garden.
"Ciao, Romano."
"Hm?! Oh, um, Ciao Rachel."
"Romano. . . I remember you."
"Eh? What does that mean?"
"I remember you. We were'a little bambinos. . . ~giggle~ You were so cute!" He then started to blush some.
"Wait. . . When, I was with Spain, sailing? That was you?"
"Si. . . You gave me my name, and clothes. I told'a you I find'a you one day!"
"I remember. . . You were so shy. . ." 'I'm lucky things change.'
"Si, and you were so'a kind. . . Are." She gave him a small smile sitting down on the ground next to him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Magical Flashback Time! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
                          -  Romano's POV -
"AH! LAND! Send the diggys! You will come with me, Romano." Quote Spain the Pirate.
"No way, bastardo!!!"
"Oh, hahahaha!! Silly Romano, I didn't ask!" He then grabbed me and took him to one of the many small boats on board.
"Everybody search the island for people! Romano, you will stay in the boat."
"WHAT?! You take me out here, and then ditch me?!?!"
"Romano, I only care about your safety."
"Grrrrr. . . FINE! ~muttertomatobastardmutter~"
----- A few moments later -----
"Ugh, so bored. . . Huh?" I thought I saw movement behind a nearby rock on the edge of the jungle forest and sand.
"Who's there? Hello?!" I slowly got out of the boat to walk over the rock. It was just taller than me, and about three times wider. Looking around the side, I saw a small girl, around my age.
"Are you here alone?"
"~gasp!~" She then quickly hid behind the boulder again.
"WAIT! Do you'a have parents? Do you'a live here?" She poked her head out just far enough for me to see her and one hand holding onto the rock.
"N-No, a-and si. . ." Her voice was small, but I could tell she was special.
"Are, you a country?"
". . . . . . Si."
"Be'a careful, Spain is'a going to'a take over your island!"
"~giggle!~"
"WHAT?! This is serious!" She then quickly ducked behind the large boulder again.
"What is, Romano?" Spain was right behind me all of a sudden.
"AGH! U-Uh, there was a girl here, and she didn't have clothes, so. . ."
"Oh! Well, we can give her a pair of yours, si?"
"Fine. . ."
"Ah! So cute, my little tomate! You are so red! Just like a tomato!"
"Grrrrr. . ."
"~giggle!~ Romano? E 'il tuo nome?"
"Oh! Uh, s-si! You speak Italian!"
"Cosa?"
Just then Spain came over with another "uniform" (dress) for her.
"And what is your name, chica?" He began to put it on her.
"Cosa? Romano?"
"She only speaks ITALIAN, bastardo."
"Lovi~ Language~ But, okay. You look like a. . . Hmmm. . . Raquel, to me!"
"Rachel? Mi piace!" She then twirled around in her new dress and kissed me on the cheek before leaving. "Ti troverò ancora un giorno! Lo prometto!"
"What did she say, Lovi~?"
"N-None of your business!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End Magical Flashback Time! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh, well, grazie Rachel."
"No problem." She then kissed him on the cheek like she did so long ago. But, there was something in this one. . . Something more. . .