"I swear, you'll love him, bro!" Belgium said happily, walking faster paced than normal. Her golden hair bounced as it was held back in a bun, strands of hair on each side of her head ended at her chest. Her white blouse with a red ribbon was tucked into her black pencil skirt, and her red half frame glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. Belgium was my sister, and best friend. "Okay.. who's this guy even?" Her green eyes glistened.