Francis pouted, “Jenny...my ‘ead hurts...can you kiss it and make et better?”
Jenny blushed brightly and hit his shoulder lightly.
“It’s good to see you up and well Francis!” Chero smiled.
“Oui. I remember everything, Miss Chero. I...could I talk to Feliciano before I tell you anything?”
Chero nodded, “Of course. You two have a lot to talk about. I am sure it is not easy remembering a trauma such as that.”
“Thank you…”
Jenny looked at Chero and then Francis.
“And I can see you two need a moment...”Chero grinned, moving over to talk to Mei.
Alfred looked at Dante and squinted his eyes.
“...Yes?” Dante asked, his arms crossed, “Why do you keep staring at me?”
“I’m just trying to figure out your role…” Alfred said.
“My role?”
“Well...Chero is obviously the Italy of your group with the whole journal thing...Kiki went blind...so she is England which makes Mocha Canada and Jenny me. The Italian dude is Germany and France is himself. But I can’t place who you are!”
“And this matters why?”
“It doesn’t!”
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OMG LOOK A CHAPTER. IT IS STILL THE WEEKEND. I DID NOT LIE JENNY.
