Let's get some shoes! [Mei/open?]

[Feliks Łukasiewicz]

oh my god, shoes

THESE SHOES RULE. THESE SHOES SUCK. THESE SHOES RULE. THESE SHOES SUCK.

Human teenager may have been a huge step down from immortal nation, but Feliks was enjoying himself. Of course, this was all sort of trippy and the blond nation was slightly wary, but he'd pushed that feeling aside in favor of cheerful indifference. He'd find Liet later and bother him about it. But now was the time to utilize his teenage charm and buy some shoes.

He'd taken one look at the clunky black loafers provided with the school uniform and nearly gagged. Seriously, he didn't want to look like a total fashion refugee. Even if he was in some strange place (like China or Japan or something) and forced to wear a hideous uniform, he'd at least make sure he had decent shoes.

So he wandered the mall, concluding that it was Japanese and racking his brains for what little he knew of the language. Ugh, couldn't everyone just speak Polish? It was such a nice language. And people totally didn't know what they were saying calling it hard to learn. Jeez, some people.

He past shop out after shop, getting impatient with the lack of shoe stores. He KNEW Japanese people wore shoes just like everyone else, so where the heck did they get them? Feliks huffed in annoyance. He almost squealed with excitement when he finally spotted the shoe store.

Rows and rows of shoes. He chewed his lip. Poland appreciated beauty and those heels were SO CUTE. But he kinda doubted this school of his would allow him to totter around on high heels, even if he was THE REPUBLIC OF POLAND and therefore was allowed to do pretty much whatever he wanted as long as it didn't effect the global economy or the well-being of his people. (He paused a moment, wondering how his people were doing without him.)

So instead he grabbed a few tasteful men's shoes and carried them to the checkout. After a moment he found a couple of yen in his pockets. Yeah, definitely a dream. He was SURE last time he'd checked he only carried złoty. Whatever. That was handy.

He paid the nice Japanese shop person with his liminal knowledge of the language, and hopped out of the shop. And now, Feliks was bored. What the heck was he supposed to do in Japan? Dreams were never usually this boring (and there was almost always a pony), so he was forced to conclude this wasn't a dream. He sighed. What to do now... hm. Find Liet and bother him about it! Toris usually seemed to know stuff like this... at least he was somewhat more levelheaded than his blond friend.

He looked around, hoping for familiar long brown hair, but didn't find any. At least, not the type he was looking for. He examined the girl for a second before:

"Oh my God, Ta--Mei?" he asked, looking her over. He'd started to say Taiwan, but how weird would it be if he was mistaken and she wasn't? Aw--kward!

[Mei Sun]

"It Started Out As A Feeling"

How sweet was this dress! It was so adorable, Mei’s eyes widened somewhat as she took in the pretty gothic clothing, it was so pretty. Especially the colours! And they were a lot to choose from! Though the black version of the outfit was somewhat pretty she much preferred the soft pink coloured dress that was currently in her hands. Mei had seen a lot of teenagers wearing dresses like this in Tokyo! Which meant if she bought it she’d fit right in, she was sure about it!
She had plenty of money for the dress and other things, she’d come prepared! Which was great because she planned to do a lot of shopping, the clothes in the suitcase she’d found at the academy were only uniforms and her usual attire couldn’t last forever!

She placed the pretty outfit into the sky blue netted basket, as her eyes scanned the shelves for other items that took to her fancy. There wasn’t much else in this shop there were a few bows and hair pins that she liked but nothing rally she’d class as a nice outfit. She moved to the checkout and paid quickly before she left the store with a triumphant smile. She couldn’t wait to try her dress on! But she did wonder where she’d ever wear it to... The school seemed pretty strict on dress codes with the uniform so there was no way she could wear it to class (not that she would have anyway) and it didn’t seem like the proper appropriate attire for out of class either. She bit her lip softly as an ugly feeling of regret ran through her. Stupid impulsive shopping, her chocolate eyes flickered back to the shopping back as old insecurities flooded her thoughts. She bit her lip and nibbled shyly on the light coloured flesh.

A familiar heavily accented voice broke her from her thoughts; turning around gracefully a smile broke out on her pale face as she took in the form of a fellow nation.
“Ni hao Feliks.” She greeted giggling at his almost mistake, she could only imagine the problems it would have caused if he’d called her, her nation name “Your stuck here to?” she was glad she was finding more nations, she hadn’t started classes properly yet which meant that she wasn’t entirely sure what nations where here and which ones weren’t.
She spotted the bag in the Polish man’s hands. So maybe she wasn’t alone on her shopping adventure.
“I see you’ve been shopping.” She smiled “have you got anything cute?”
What a silly a question he was bound to have, he was well known for his more eccentric dress sense.
“I bought a dress but I’m still unsure about it, what do you think?” she asked opening the bag and peering in nervously, knowing the Polish nation was a lot more fashion forward than her (even if she did consider herself very fashionable) he’d know if it was suited for her or not.

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"Which Then Grew Into A Hope"