"Anything you want to talk about?" Your grandmother asked you as you sat down at the dining table.
"Not really." You answered, shifting around in your seat to make yourself more comfortable.

"Would you like to tell me about your imaginary friends, like the one you were speaking to just now?" She suggested, taking a bite of the food she had cooked for dinner.
"...No." You softly spoke. It would be too embarrassing.

Having countries as your imaginary friends, how embarrassing was that?
Your grandmother nodded and gestured for you to start eating your dinner.

As you ate, all you could think about were your parents. Today was the day they went missing last year.
Your grandmother started to tell stories of her younger times, trying to get your mind off of your deceased parents.
But you weren't listening to her in the slightest.

"... And that was how your parents first met," She said, which, for some reason, caught your attention.
She chuckled, "I knew you weren't listening to me, dearie. Would you like for me to retell the story?"
You shook your head, "No... and sorry for not listening." "It is fine, Y/N, you are not forced to listen to me. You do not need to apologize." She told you, smiling (🙂).

You hummed as a response, continuing to eat your food in silence. When your grandmother had already finished eating, you still hadn't.

She got up first and went to the kitchen to wash her plate.
You watched her walk away, her footsteps being replaced by someone else's.
"I can tell it's you, Timor." You said with a blank face (😐).
"Darn it, I thought I was quiet enough!" Timor-Leste whisper-yelled as she sat down in the seat right next to you.

"You thought you were quiet? I swear, anyone could hear you from a mile away." You commented, looking at her.
She pouted, "But your grandma didn't hear me!"
"Of course she didn't hear you. You are merely a part of my imagination." You told her, which saddened you a little.

They, the Countryhumans, were just a part of your wild imagination. They weren't real.
You were just so lonely that you turned land masses into your imaginary friends.

"I'm not just a part of your imagination!" She shouted angrily like a bratty kid.
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not!"

"Y/N dearie, are you talking to one of your imaginary friends again?" Your grandmother asked as she walked back into the dining room.
You nodded, "Yes." "What are the both of you talking about?" She questioned.

You turned your head to look at Timor-Leste, who shrugged.
"Nothing interesting, really." You responded. "What is his or her name?" Your grandmother asked another question.
"Her name... is uhm..." You side-eyed Timor-Leste, and she side-eyed back.

"Isabel," Timor-Leste whispered to you. You mouthed 'why' to her.
"Just say Isabel." She stated. You looked back over to your grandmother, "Her name is Isabel."

"Isabel is such a wonderful name," She spoke. "Tell your grandma I said thanks," Timor-Leste told you, nudging you softly.
"She said thanks." You said, and Timor-Leste giggled.

"Alright, I'll be heading to the living room now, dearie, I'm letting you and your friend have your chat in private," your grandmother stated and walked away.

"You have such a nice grandma... I wish I could have a grandma like her..." "You don't even have grandparents or parents," you said, nudging her shoulder.
She gasped loudly, "How dare you...! I mean, you aren't wrong... But I used to have them!"

"That means you are an orphan now, huh?"
"Uh yeah... But I still have my brother!" She replied.

"Changing the topic... why did you choose Isabel?" You questioned, eyeing her. She rolled her eyes, "Finish your dinner first, then we'll talk."
"Fine.." You groaned and quickly ate your food, bringing the dirty plate(s) to the kitchen to wash. 

Once you finished washing the dishes, you rushed back into the dining room to see that Timor-Leste was no longer there. "That little shit..." You muttered under your breath.
"I'm right here, Y/N." You turned around to see Timor-Leste stood right next to you with a grumpy face.

"Oh, there you are..." You said softly, staring at her. "I ain't a little shit, I'm at least a big one!" She exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips. "Okay...?" You replied a little hesitantly, trying not to laugh or giggle.
"Anyway, let's talk in your room, 'kay?" She suggested. "'Kay," you answered and led her to your room, passing by your grandmother in the process, but she was busy reading a newspaper.

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"So why did you choose Isabel?" You inquired, staring into Timor-Leste's eye (Because she covers one of her eyes with an eyepatch (based off the flag)).
"Isabel is a nice name so I chose it," She explained. "You chose it just because it's a nice name?" You questioned, she answered with a nod.

"What? Is it not a nice name?" She asked. "I mean- Never mind, I dunno." You responded, and she laughed.
"You're funny when you're like that, Y/N! Might as well call you Never-Know-Or-Mind or something!" She chuckled and you sighed softly.

"Aside from all that, Timor, why are you here? I didn't expect to see YOU so soon." You told her and she shrugged. "I do have... a question." You spoke and her head perked up. 
"What is your question?" She said, shifting in her position, a little hesitant.
"Well, what happens when uhm... How do I phrase it? How is it like when y'know, since you're just imaginary-"

She cut you off angrily, "I'm not imaginary!" You went silent, staring at her as she stared back. "I'm really not imaginary... P-Please... I'm real." She mumbled sadly.
"A...Alright..." You trailed off slowly as she hugged you. Hugging her back, you patted her back in attempt to make her feel better.
To be honest, they really were just your imaginary friends... with a sense of reality. Were normal imaginary friends like this? You weren't really sure.

"Don't tell me that I'm not real... Y/N, please, you've got to be joking or something. Stop messing with me." She said, stopping the hug as she tapped her foot against the floor repeatedly.
"If that's what you want... Alright. I understand." You responded. "Are you for real?" She questioned, smirking.
"Of course I am." You answered, crossing your arms.

"Okay, okay... That's great to hear."

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Idk anymore I hope y'all liked this chapter. Anyway Timor-Leste is BB and no one can change that. >:)