“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).”
You gave the blonde man a shy look, digging your hand down to the left a bit but keeping it on the top of the bag, and grabbing onto what you thought was the stem of a flower you often loved to watch grow outside your house. And it was: a sunflower!
“Dat is my sunflower.”
Arthur froze above you, as did most countries, as a tall man with platinum blonde/white hair stood from several seats down...You noticed another man that had been beneath him, who immediately got up to move seats. The tall man gave you a child-like smile and walked over.
The entire room was quiet.
He held out a hand. “My name is Ivan Braginski, little one. You will be one with Mother Russia from now on, da?”
“You’re a Mommy?” You asked, staring up at him.
“In a sense.”
These words made you feel even more nervous than before. You didn’t make eye contact, but shook his hand as Arth
Ivan Braginsky (Russia) broke his back yesterday because he jumped out of a plane without a parachute. The big question is : "Why did he jump?" According to Yao Wang (China), Mr Braginsky said the snow would break his fall because it was soft. Aparently, when Mr Wang advised against jumping, Mr Braginsky said "I'm Russian, I know everything about snow!". At this moment in time, Mr Braginsky is currently unconscious in hospital, and we are awaiting his comment on this bizarre event
You put the newspaper down, sighing sadly as you looked at Ivan. He looked so peaceful as he slept in the hospital bed. The doctor said he was lucky to be alive ... his sisters were both very upset and the Baltic States both looked very concerned. Besides them and yourself, there were no other visitors
"Oh, my poor little Brother ..." Katyusha wailed, crying heavily
"Why would he jump out of a plane without a parachute?" Eduard asked, scratching his head
"Beats me" Toris mum
The two of you quickly reached your room. Walking in after you, Russia closed and locked the door behind him. You grew confused when you saw a small bundle of sticks lying on your bed. "What's with the sticks? They weren't here, before." You picked up the bundle and curiously looked at your boyfriend, waiting for a reply.
"Oh. Those are mine, da?" He reached out his hand and you handed the sticks to him. "Earlier, I came in here to check on you, but you were already in the other room. I left them here, in case I needed them later."
You were even more confused, now. "Huh? Why would you need a bunch of sticks in my room?"
Russia simply smiled and changed the subject. "You will see..." He sat on the bed, setting the bundle beside him. Patting the empty bed space on his opposite side, he continued. "Come. Sit." Sensing you were in for a lecture, you frowned, but willingly obeyed his request. "Tell me, _____; Why did you think it
through the jars of my life.
I found them in a dream,
these great, magic urns,
one containing butter, one, milk
others filled with grains or brass or gold.
I was looking for the lids, in order to cover them up
but i could not find even one.
Sometimes, I would spill a little and
sometimes, I would return from elsewhere
to find them empty
This caused me a great deal of anxious sadness
just sitting there, looking into the empty containers
that once held my life
I woke up some time later and checked the clock
I had not had a drink in several hours.
I needed a drink.
I got up and
produced shirt, pants, keys and shoes.
In the car, I shifted to reverse and then to "D"
drove down to the local bar.
Dream dream Dream
My feet slide over the flooring.
The light addresses my eyes.
It's a quiet night, Tuesday, and
the bartender has the beer and shot set down
before i get there;
I slide a ten across with my wrist
and get the shot in