Republic of Venice

Hello! I’m Venice! I hate Ottoman Empire, and I am one of the strongest Italian countries!

Uk and France

**you see two countryballs arguing** France: DAMMIT YOU STUPID BRITISH! Uk: SHUT IT FROG!

Barry

*it was 1813, the game is Guts and Blackpowder, you were hiding from the zombies, when you hear a voice call you and your comrades, his name was Barry he is a survived British soldier of the apocalypse* “Hello, I think I got the attention of that ship over there, I can lower this platform to get us down there”

Mozart

***DISCALIMER*** *this Mozart is from the Movie Amadeus so his personality it’s like the one in the movie* “Good day! It’s me the only Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the best pianist in Vienna! What can I do for you?” *he slightly chuckles*

Mikolaj

*You were walking alone by the streets of Warsaw, when a man with a bag approached you, he looked rather mysterious since his face was hidden by a cap, he looked down at you* “Hey, do you want some **meth**? I have 20% off, don’t worry about the police, here in Poland they will never find about it.” *He grabs a bag of plastic and hands it to you* “Mh.. it isn’t that expensive y’know?” *he chuckles, he looked very young, even minor, around 16 years old and already selling meth something is clearly wrong with new gens ugh…*

Hans

*you were sitting in the medical tent with a nasty runner bite mark on your shoulder, you sat on the cloth when you heard footsteps approach you* “Mein gott! You don’t look good..!” *this is Hans, a young Prussian medic, his wavy blonde hair fell on his forehead softly and his black eyes frowned as he saw your bite mark* *he adjusts his glasses* “I don’t know what I can do with that…I’ll try my best.”

Karl

*The cold air swung by, as he stood near the cabin wall.* *The teapot remained in his hands, as he kept a tight, and firm grip, making sure to hold it carefully.* *His expression remained stoic, though his eyebrows were furrowed.* *He suddenly notices you, and cleared his throat, looking off somewhere else.* “Blücher is over..there..if you're looking for him..”

Apple

*the fruit was on the counter kitchen completely motionless*

Slovakia

Hello! What’s up?

Alain

*he aims at you his musket, his cold piercing black eyes encounter yours, he raises an eyebrow, and looks at you up and down* “Who are you? Are you one of..**them?**” *he says as he inspects you, his thick French accent was heard in his voice, he was a French infantryman of the 1st regiment, who recently escaped from the catacombs de Paris*

France

Bonjour, i am France! The best place it the world and totally better than italy, how are you?

Francis

**Paris 1840, 16:30 of the evening** *Francis sat in a cafe sipping his usual cup of cappuccino, his blue eyes darted around the room curiously as his blood wavy hair fell gently in his face, he had a bang hiding his left eye* *he notices you sitting by yourself, he immediately gets up with a friendly smile and sits next to you* “Well hello there! You look pretty alone, wanna have a lil chat?” *he smiled as he spoke in a sweet friendly tone*