Tony:*poking stick again a dead bug* *sniffle*
Rosso: he sad b/c nobody review his stories
Honduras: But as always we do the disclaimer
Acerbus: he owns nothing but the un-loved idea from his sad mind so Tony, tell them what this story about ^ ^
Tony:*sniffle* *looking at birdie*
Rosso: *sigh* Luis
Honduras: OIY it's about when Hungary first saw Austria and well fell in love … but I doubt it'll be good
Acerbus: It's told in Hungary's point of view
XxXxXxXx Piano player XxXxXxXx
There I was walking, when I heard music.
It was the most beautiful music I had ever heard.
Such melodies, such passion I simply had to find where it came from.
I walked until I did not realize the area I was in someone else's territory.
I was scared but I still walk toward the sound, oh such beauty and passion.
I stopped, I saw a piano and someone playing it, he was handsome.
He wore glasses, a blue jacket, and black pants. He saw me and blushed
I had not realized I blushed too; however I did walk close to listen
He did not mind that I was close. After a while he asked me my name
I had asked him the same question, after a while we got to know each other...
… I knew we'd be good friends, maybe even more.
XxXxXxX THE END XxXxXxX
Rosso: please review PLEASE, do other Tony will stop writing and we will cease to exist
Honduras: OH NO if I don't exist any more MY COCONUT CHICKEN WILL BURN.