Ch1 the extreamists
WARNINGS: expect Hetalianess, personified countries/ nations, and also a bit from the daily news
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It was Sunday, November 11th, 2012.
There were riots and streams of fireworks and flairs from being thrown.
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Earlier, the leader of Poland, and his wife were merrily walking front in the parade.
Today was Poland's international holiday, a celebration of his independence. Showing their love for their country and pride of their flag.
Everyone was smiling and having a joyous time.
Even Poland and Lithuania were there, not that the people payed any mind to these two personified countries. They were currently taking a break from all the crowds of people and resting at a table in an old fashioned, traditional Polish restaurant.
Loud bursts of fireworks were being shot off.
Poland was looking confused, and Lithuania was looking worried.
When they didn't go off again Poland finally spoke up, "Hey, Lit, wasn't that like, totally strange? Do you think they, like accidentally set them off? I mean isn't it like, totally too soon for fireworks?" he said while looking out at the sunny sky.
Lithuania didn't answer, just hoped Poland was right.
More fireworks soon went off. This time they didn't stop they continued, along with the newly forming panic.
People were running away from where the center of the chaos was taking place.
Then there was gunfire.
Poland, albeit, quite scared, also looked determined.
He shot out of his seat in the booth at the restaurant that him and Lithuania had been hanging out at.
Poland then stopped and turned, "Aren't you like, gonna help?" he asked giving his best friend a pleading look.
Despite the situation, Lithuania couldn't hold back the small laugh.
"Of course!" he too got up, and with Poland at his side the two then headed out into the streams of flairs, fireworks, and the crowds of shouting, screaming, rioting, and escaping people..
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Once the Police had cleared everything up it was already the next day.
The two personified countries, Poland and Lithuania, were both tired and worn out.
Poland and Lithuania had both visible injuries, Lithuania's more minor than Poland's own.
However Poland had freshly awakened, emotional injuries.
Lithuania, understood his rather strange, yet simple friend. He understood also as a country how hard it was to go thru one day hoping for a bit of peace, then you get smacked upside the head with riots.
"I like, totally hate extremists.. They are so like, not on my favorite list.." the tired Polish male grumbled and attempted to glare, which only ended in an odd pout.
"Hey, Lit?" Poland stopped walking.
"Yes?" Lithuania stopped as well.
"Could you like, carry me, I'm like, way too tired to even like, take another step."
Poland complained leaning on his friend for support.
"...Hop on my back.." Lithuania was used to this, just surprised he had asked, instead of demanding it like normal.. 'Strange, must be because he's really sleepy'
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For all those that were there on Sunday in Poland's captial, I send my best wishes to you, and hope I didn't offend anyone!
PM me if there are any confusion!
If it's about the news, please look it up on your own, I'm not that well informed!
And again thank you very much!
-HanaRave