a lady wearing a green dress spilling ketchup all over her front.

Blinked her eyes in confusion and distress as the dazed brunette bumped into her, covering her new green dress in ketchup. She was annoyed,

but tried to keep her cool. Taking the girl's hand she asked, "Are you alright?"

Blinked, where had this person come from anyway? Looking up at her she noticed that the woman held an uncanny resemblance to Hungary.

In fact she would have assumed that she was Hungary if her hair were put up. This realization was slightly disconcerting, that and the fact

that she'd just spilled ketchup all over her. Further more why was she being so nice? Stupid if you asked her. "I'm fine," she answered

shortly pulling her arm away from the lady.

"That's good." She tried to smile, but it was a little weak. Suddenly she felt nostalgic, had she been in this situation before? She looked

closer at the girl in front of her. She seemed vaguely familiar. Scratch that, very familiar. With out a doubt, she resembled a certain foul

tempered Italian she knew. "Is your last name, Vargas by any chance?" She asked, wondering if the girl was perhaps a relative. Not that she

knew of any nation related to the Vargas brother that was female...

astonished, how could this stranger know her last name? Trying to keep the shock off her face she responded "How the hell did you know that?

Answered, "You look like someone I know with that name. Exactly like him, actually. I'm Elizaveta by the way. Elizaveta Héderváry."

's jaw dropped open. First the lady knew her name and then she suddenly had the same last name as Hungary? This was just plain weird.

Watched, confused as the girl gaped at her. Normally she would have just decided it was all a coincidence and left the girl to go tend to

her clothes, but this was more than coincidence, she was sure of it. She wasn't sure, but she felt she was on the edge of the culmination of

two worlds. "Are you a nation?" she asked, going on her intuition. "More specifically, are you South Italy?"

"of course I'm South Italy!" she cried "who else would I be?" This conversation was becoming very strange.

This confirmed her theory. "So you're him too..." She said softly. Well wasn't this confusing. It seemed to confuse the girl, or the female

South Italy rather, even more so she decided to explain what she was thinking. "This is hard to explain, as it's only just dawning on me,

but I think for every nation there is not one representative, but two. A boy and a girl. For instance the South Italy I know, is a boy." She

paused to let that sink in. "What's really curious, is that we've never met before..." She allows her thoughts to roll effortlessly off

her tongue.

let this sink in. If that was true then she would really like to meet the other South Italy, however more to the point a female Hungary was

standing in front of her and they both had ketchup on their clothes. "I guess that could be true..." she trailed off.

smiled, somewhat surprised that the girl actually accepted her idea. "It's a bit of a complected discovery I'd say, but I've got the

proof right in front of me, so I think I can believe it." She sighed a little. She did want to know more about these 'other selves', but as

it was, all she really wanted was a change of clothes. "Listen, I don't suppose you live near by do you?"

nodded uncertainly. "I live about two blocks away, why?" Though the reason should have been obvious she still felt the need to ask.

smiled with a glint in her eye. "Take me there." she said, without giving any explanations. She hoped the girl wasn't that thick.

supposed that farther argument was useless, this 'Hungary' seemed set on going to her apartment so she rolled her eyes and muttered "Come on

then."

Smiles, surprised at the girl's obedience. So they're not exactly the same... "What's your name by the way? I'm tired of just calling

you 'you'." Strangely, se got the feeling that the two of them could be friends, despite their massive differences.

turned "It's Lovina, Lovina Vargas." And with that she turned around again briskly and continued walking in the direction of her apartment.

Lovina. Of course. She laughs and vaguely wonders if her male self has a similar name to her as well. "So, aren't you at all curious about

your male self? Or this whole phenomenon in general?" she asked in a casual, all knowing tone.

"Do you have to sound so fucking annoying?" she glared at Elizaveta and her know it all ways, "and don't ask stupid questions!"

"You should know me better." She grinned, the added, "Or is my male self that different?" Although of course there was no assurance that the

two of them would know each other that well, as she and Lovino didn't spend much time together, and it was likely the same for their

parallels.

pondered this for a moment. "Actually you're not half as stupid as the Hungary I know."

This made her really laugh. Leave it to her male self to be clueless. When she regained herself, she responded, "Well, there's a reason

girls live longer, same to you I might add. About your intelligence compared to his I mean."

snorted "Well obviously I'm the cooler, smarter, more attractive one."

Didn't agree with all those statements, but she just pretended to agree. It was cute, in a really childish, selfish way. Then she noticed

they were approaching a large apartment complex. "Is this it?" She asked, although the Italian flag was kind of a dead give away.

nodded nonchalantly it wasn't her fault that she was stuck living in a crap apartment for the moment. "What is something wrong with it?" she

puffed angrily.

"Nem, not at all. It's sweet actually." she said, admiring the little touches Lovina had made here and there. Or, what she could see from

the balcony at least. She feared the inside would be much messier.

walked up to the door and unlocked it, opening it and walking inside. The hall was rather bare with a white tile floor and several coat

hooks on the wall, "well, are you coming in?"

Hurried over to where Lovina beckoned and shook her thoughts away, taking in the view as she did so. "Not half bad actually..." She thought

aloud.

"What do you mean by that?!" She said angrily. Closing the door behind them.

"Nothing at all." she said, jovially. "So, can I borrow some clothes now?" she asked walking into the living room, taking the view in.

"I suppose, though a doubt many of them will fit you." she added with a smirk. "Come on" she lead her new 'friend' to her bedroom.

"That's true..." she said eying the younger girl's chest. "But oh well, I'd still rather wear something that's not covered in ketchup like

New York style modern art."

successfully ignored the first comment and dug into her bureau coming up with a large T shit she only ever work to bed. It was green and

had a recycling symbol on it. From her bottom drawer she produced a jean skirt and a pair of leggings "here" tossing these to Elizaveta she

pointed to the bathroom.

"Thanks." she took the clothes gratefully, and turned around to start changing into them. It took her mere minutes to do so, and even less

time to discover the outfit wasn't her style at all. The skirt mostly fit, but it was a little tight. Unsurprising looking at Lovina's

scarce amount of curves. The shirt situation was worse though, she was finding it slightly hard to breath. It was like wearing a corset

again. But she was still grateful and tried not to say anything rude, even if she felt forlornly like the busty girl in a Japanese manga.

Had to try very hard not to laugh at her. It was quite comical, "I'm going to make some tea." she said and walked to the kitchenette.

"Ok, thanks." she responded, trying not to feel too embarrassed though it was hard. She looked into the vanity mirror above Lovina's dresser

and sighed. "As I though, A cups and C cups are just completely different things." she said it a louder than she meant to. She was trying to

be grateful...but she feared she couldn't leave the house in this outfit. Maybe Lovina had a dress that was a size too big...

frowned "What the fuck are you suggesting?" she shouted, "and if you want something else just find it yourself!" she added.

laughs. "You're cute." She looks down at her cloths one last time. "No, this is good." She walks over to the kitchen where Lovina is. "We

should get down to the real issue right about now."

"and what would that be exactly?" She asks turning on the stove and getting two mugs from the cupboard.