You looked up from the soup you were making and frowned.
“Makoto, if I didn’t love you would I be here taking care of you..? Would I have even agreed to go out with you?” You sighed.
“I guess you wouldn’t..” He said dreamily.
Makoto was always worried that you’d leave him. You didn’t understand it. You huffed and turned back to your soup. Makoto had caught the flu and since his family was out of town, you had come over to take care of him. You brought a spoon filled with broth up to your lips to taste the soup.
“Hot hot hot HOT!!” You yelled when it burned your tongue.
Makoto chuckled at your actions but soon began to cough. You rushed to his side with a glass of water which he quickly drank.
“Take it easy. Your soup will be done soon.” You said while pressing your hand to his forehead.‘Damn,’ you thought, ‘he still h
You had decided to visit Russia one day; too bad Belarus decided to visit as well. So you and Ivan hid outside in the snow to avoid Nikolai. Now you were sick, Ivan was too. But he had the three Baltics to help him, you had no one.
Miss Ukraine came over three days ago to help you out, but that was it. You were on your own.
There was a knock at the door, "___________."
"Who is it?"
"It's Belarus "
You shivered. But still you answered the door. The silver blonde boy stood there, cheeks slightly red, with a pot of something, 'Hey Nik, how are you?" You turned to the side and sneezed.
"Fine," he pushed past you and walk directly towards your kitchen. Shrugging you attempted to follow him. But once his arms were relieved of the pot he scooped you up and dropped you on the couch. "You sleep." He ordered.
Sure, the French likes to riot. Everything is good to create your own revolution. "Excuse me, Sir, but there is a fly in my soup! I protest! Ple
Courtney dusted off her hands and smiled. "You got it, boss!" she replied, adjusting her loose brown apron as she made her way to the front windows of the service center. Originally, the idea of volunteering at a grubby old soup kitchen just for college credit didn't appeal to her, but she had rather liked the last few weekends with Ms. Wells, especially how naïve and friendly the senior worker acted.
Despite their love for helping the community, the two differed in nearly every category. Ms. Wells was a short, stout old woman with a cloud of grayish-white