(Do you care if I reply to this?)

(nyet. although....i might pedo on you a bit. your just so cute)

(fdjksaf;kl *doesn't mind that at all*)

sees a strange woman dancing. That mask... The female Turkey? Probably. Maybe she is as nice as her male counterpart. "Um... H-Hello?"

(pfftt. have you turned into a little perv my Latvia?)

(I'm in the mood, you know? Violence and perv stuff is a great stress reliever. c: )

didnt hear him, too lost in the music. She twirled and rolled her hips, dipping down and stretching her legs out in a spread eagle pose

before gracefully pulling herself back up, her body so flexible a yoga master would be jealous.

blushes slightly, finding the stranger's dancing fascinatingly beautiful. Speaking a little louder, he hoped to find out just who she was.

"H-H-Hello?"

paused, glancing over at him. "Oh~ A little lost pup seems to have lost his way." she cooed, resuming her dance, although now she was

gliding towards him. "And how can I help a cutie like you?"

starts his shaking, feeling very nervous around this woman for some odd reason. "Oh.. I w-was j-just wondering if you w-w-were the g-girl

T-Turkey. I'm L-L-Latvia, or R-Raivis if you w-want."

hips stop and her eyes widen. "Little Latvi! Oh how cute!" she gushed and pulled the boy to her, hugging him against her chest. "Now that

I look you do look like my Latvia~ Oh your so cute I could just sweeten my coffee with you.~"

blinks. This lady was strange, to say the least. "C-Coffee? Eww..."

giggles and pet him, still hugging him tight. "Oh little bird~ It is only good with lots of sweet sugar in it~" she purred out, running

fingers down his neck. "My name is Saliha~ I am your Turkey's counterpart. But you could probably tell that."

gulps nervously, blush growing brighter. "Oh.. Um.. W-Well.. Th-Th-Thank y-y-you?"

squeals. "Your so adorable. How about you tell me about all of your nations here. I have yet to be acquainted with many of them~"

probably isn't the best person to ask this. "W-Well... G-Germany is s-strict and has s-some... W-Weird hobbies. J-Japan is q-quiet.

E-England has giant e-eyebrows and c-can't c-c-cook. R-R-Russia is... Well h-he's R-Russia. America is l-l-loud and a h-hero. That's a-all

I c-can think of r-r-right n-now."

pets him while giggling. "It sounds like they are all the same as my group. And I already know how...nice~....your Turkey is. It seems like

being stuck in your dimension or whatever this is wont be so bad~ Now...how about we go get something sweet? We can get...closer~" she purrs

, although she wasnt a pedo normally. This boy was just so adorable. She *had* to tease him, at least a little. If he

pushed her enough though....she might just have to *play* with him fully~

(*looks at her post*....when did i say games?)

(Play=Games in his mind. I don't know.)

(i didnt say that out loud though.)

(I will fix that. Oops...)

nods, his blush steadily growing brighter. "H-He is v-very k-kind. H-He's helped m-me out a c-c-could t-times." He stuttered out, "And what

d-d-d-do you m-mean b-by 'c-c-c-closer'?"

couldnt help laughing. This boy was so innocent and cute. It was heartwarming actually. "Oh just become good friends little bird. Now how

about those sweets? A good lad like you must like them. And Turkish sweets are the best around~"

nodded slowly. He had to agree that sweets sounded good. "Th-That's s-s-sounds g-good."

led the boy back to a nice cafe she had found while out on the town. Many looks were given to her outfit, although she just raised her head

and enjoyed the attention.

stays close to Saliha, unnerved by the stares. "W-Why are th-they s-s-staring?"

swings her hips and even gets w whistle from someone. She giggles and pets Latvia. "They are just admiring my great fashion sense~ Now...

let us get something good." she finished as they got to the cafe, pulling the shaking boy inside.

going an astounding job at not falling over or tripping. He hoped the little cafe had some baklava. He had always enjoyed that.

him sit down before she runs off to order things, definitely getting baklava, she loved it too.

waits patiently for the Turkish woman to return. Now that he thinks about it, he never did quite get her name. He should fix that.

(,...i told you my name didnt i? *thinks self might be losing it with tiredness*)

(You said you were the female Turkey, but not your name)

(no. *looked up* I also said my name...oh crap *holds head* SUDDEN HEADACHE NOOO* vanishes to go get meds*)