Chapter 1- . . . . Rosh
Russia wrapped his pale and thin scarf around his neck, and a waft of its scent filled his nostrils . . . old.
Worn . . . and for some reason . . . it somehow carried a strange, vibe . . . it never had before.
Russia sighed with a poker face, "How long as it been . . . since Ukraina gave this to me?" His pale violet eyes then revealed sadness. Ukraine for a while now has become distant, and Belarus' . . . she's changed!
No longer stalking . . .
No longer whispering the words of death . . . Marry ME!
Everything has changed . . .
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. . . . America . . . where have you gone?
. . . . Canada has been so strange . . .
. . . . . Britain has become so hostile . . . . and France . . . he's in the dark.
. . . the others . . . what has been going on with the European Union? Are they still together or not?
And Prussia . . . I'll bet he's happy being with Frederick and Germania again, or is he sad that Germany is now alone?
Oh come now, why do I care? I have finally become a Superpower! I am strong! China serves me! And that obnoxious America is GONE!
He's gone . . . but he didn't dissolve . . . he disappeared.
Russia momentarily shook his head and he glanced at his watch, "Oh, I'll be late for my meeting, and we can't have that now do we, I am the leader of our group after all . . . .
. . . hopefully Germany has decided to accept my proposal." Russia closed the mansion doors behind him . . . not hearing the eerie voice that dripped with echo throughout the hallowed interior . . . .
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. . . . "Rosh" . . .