in a secluded place near the pond with loads of trees around, speaking to the fairy folks that lived there. "Ahaha~ Miss Fairy."

somehow wandered there and stares in surprise. That person looked a lot like Anne... and he seemed to be rather mad, talking to thin air._

clears her throat and hesitantly calls out a greeting. "Bonjour?"

spun around to the source of the voice, shocked that someone was here. A woman that looked a lot like France greeted him. Bollocks. "Hello."

blinks, this man really did look a lot like Angleterre, now that she had a better view of his face. "Are you... by any chance, England?"

furrowed his eyebrows. "Yes, that would be me." He paused. "And I would assume you are France?"

smiles at the cute expression he sports and nods. "Oui, I am~ It's nice to meet you, Angleterre."

quirked his eyebrows upon seeing that smile. He isn't quick to judge but it always is better to be safe. He took a step back. "It is a_

_pleasure to meet you too." He ponders for a moment. "My name is Arthur. Arthur Kirkland."

introduces herself in return. "I'm Marianne Bonnefoy. My friends call me Mari, for short. But don't ever call me Anne, eh?" She chuckles.

scowled. "That would not be necessary, *Marianne*." He turns around to face a pixie in a tree hole. "If you would excuse me, I have some_

business to deal with this little pixie here."