Name: Gabriel Prescott from: Romania Age: 17 Status: Prince

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Name: Isabella Chorzi a.ka. Izz Age:16 From: Croatia Status: Princess

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(Well... Let's just start this!) "Darling, comb down that mop of hair will you?"  My mother, also known as the Queen of Romania, said, crinkling her nose disgustingly at me. I can tell she is trying to be pleasant, but anyone who knew her could obviously tell that she was at her wits end with me. I wouldn't blame her either, I had been a pain to my tutors all day. Myself, my father, mother, and younger sister Alice all sat it the back of a stretch limo, making our way to the Nation's Ball in the Heart of Romania. It was our turn to host the ball this year. After rolling my Eyes at my mother I pulled a small comb out of my tuxedo pocket and brushed it through my mess of wavy brown hair. I couldn't understand why all the women loved it so much. It was simply a bother for me. They really loved my pale, blue eyes though. I suppose you could say they are "unique". Alice and her blonde curls bounced up and down on her seat as we approached the Grand Hote. She was only seven, which meant that such events were still exciting for her. I was slightly disappointed that we were not having it at the castle, but apparently there were security issues, what with us almost being at war with Croatia. "Calm down Alice," my father chuckled, as the car stopped and the driver opened the door, releasing us to a mess of flash bulbs and media. 

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"And...you...are...beautiful,"my Aunt Josie said gently with a smile as she adjusted the golden mask upon my face. It was simply really, just to cover my rosy cheek bones, perky nose, and green eyes. Even better? The mask was a perfect hold for the intricate style in my blonde hair.  I grinned softly, adjusting the white satin gloves that went up my arms. "Your mother would be so proud to have a beautiful daughter like you,"Aunt Josie said as she patted my bare shoulders and walked towards her own room. "May she rest in peace,"I whispered softly as I went my own direction, out to the hall where the small crowds of masked figures stood, waiting to go to the ball, just like me. The green swirled pattern on my dress shone in the light, as well as the solid ivory color beneath it. Now, it was time to party.

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My black mask, studded with diamonds, made my eyes itch. But I ignored it and turned on my smile instead, walking hand in hand with my sister down the red carpet. Her eyes were wide as ever behind her pink mask and she repeated tried to tug away from me and run into the crowd. "Look Alice, a chocolate fountain!" I pointed out as we stepped into the enormous ballroom. She squealed with joy and broke away from my hand, running towards it. I sighed and shook my head, it was a good thing this place was protected by swarms of security. At least now I wouldn't have to worry about her for the rest of the night. I gave a small wave to my parents and then wandered back over to the door, it was my job, as the Prince of Romania to greet our guests with a warm welcome. "Welcome!" I smiled at the first couple that walked in, shaking the man's hand and kissing the woman on both cheeks. It was standard Romanian culture. As each couple or family walked by I tried to figure out which country they were the Royalty of. Each time I failed. 

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I chuckled softly at the little girl who stood next to me in a small pink mask. Her tongue was stuck out of her mouth, her brow furrowed in frustration as she stood on the tip of her toes, attempting just so,so hard to get a marshmellow under the flowing chocolate. I laughed gently and knealed down next to her, tapping her shoulder,"Hi there, can I help you?" The small girl sighed dramatically and then her face lit up when she realized what I was offering,"Yes please! I want a smashmellow in the chocolate,"she said, her voice perky and young. I laughed lightly and nodded, doing as she asked, holding the treat on a small toothpick,"Here you go, sweetheart." She took the treat in one hand and then suddenly took my palm in her own, dragging me across the party towards the door, and I laughed as she did so. Suddenly, we stopped infront of a young man in a studded mask, and she tugged on his coat sleeve,"Psssssttt, hey, look what I've got!"

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I'm not going to lie, at first I did not notice the beautiful girl in the green dress.  Alice had already come back and now she was holding a piece of marshmallowy goodness. "Oh more sugar? Like you need that little girl!" I laughed and shook my head kneeling down to her level. That was when I notices the girl in the green. Her toes, perfectly manicured peeked out from the bottom of her dress and I tilted my head up in surprise. "I'm very sorry Miss. I didn't properly introduce myself. " I felt embarrassed for not being the proper man that my parents, my country expected me to be. I was on my home turf for God's sake. I leaned forward and held the girl's shoulder's lightly as I kissed both her cheeks. I had to stoop down slightly to get to her level. "Welcome." Alice munched on her marshmallow, already chocolate covered her mouth. My mother would not be happy...

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He was rather charming, and I nodded softly, looking down at the small girl, then back to the young man. I bowed politely to him, before meeting his soft, blue eyes. They were very handsome... I grinned gently and then held my hand up,then playfully turned to the girl,"My name is Izz, it is a pleasure to meet you,"I said softly. The young girl was a mess, to be totally honest, but she couldn't get any cuter. She had a clean hand, and shook mine gently,"My name is Alice!"She perked, and then nudged her brother. I chuckled lightly,"You do have a name, too, don't you?"I asked softly to him.

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The masquerade would be over the moment I said my name, but it was possible that this young lady, Izz might have already guessed it. "My name is Gabriel James Prescott" I said, nodding slightly. "Gabe by any means. And this little brat here is my sister. " I smiled, chuckling softly to show that I was merely kidding. I loved Alice more than anything. She was our family's little miracle and it seemed that i took care of her more than my parents do. It's not like I could blam them though... "hey!" she squeaked , hitting me in the shin. I grabbed hold of the top of her shoulders, pulling her in against me to keep her from thrashing. "Be nice..."

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No...Not that name... Anything but that name! I can not find him hnadsome, nor charming... We were moral enemies! I smiled at Alice and nodded, deciding that maybe it would be best not to reveal who I was, afterall, I had nothing against them personally,"Well, your country is very, very beautiful." It got quiet for a moment, or as quiet a ballroom full of people could get. Then, my name rang across the way,"Isabella!! Come meet the King of Beligum!"  It was my aunt and she was standing with some very important looking men. I bowed my head to the two siblings,"Pardon me,"I said quietly before disappearing back into the party.

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