“Ophelia?”

Logan smiled faintly and pointed over at her. “Over by the snack table,” he said. She was, as always, the center of attention. Ever since he’d met her, she’d been loud and boisterous. Jared called her playful. Franklin called her impish.

“Ah, I’d noticed her,” the other nation said. The corners of his lips twitched, as if he were trying very hard not to smile. “She was giving Ivan a run for his money.”

“Jared is fond of saying that a little crazy goes a long way,” Logan said. He chuckled and shook his head. “It made things interesting when she was our protectorate – even more so when we were occupied by a foreign power.”

The visitor laughed and nodded. “I know the type,” he said, nodding over at a younger nation. As if on cue, the young blond let out a loud burst of laughter and slapped Allen on the arm, earning a faintly disapproving frown.

Logan smiled. “I think they need to be introduced,” he said. “Ophelia would have fun with him.” The reserved nation he was speaking with chuckled softly at his comment.