There I was, bright and beautiful, and miraculously, I had nothing to do. I say "miraculously" considering that, lately, the burden of school tasks uses to smash me. After all, bright and beautiful, as I was telling, I decided to go and watch Hetalia. What a dear creature, that little man shouting "Pastaaaa!" with his eyes more closed than Nihon's. England, pedantic, but a good guy. And of course, the cutest of all, my Russia… (blowing up cursed chairs since 1940 and a few).
He's a tyrant, but so irresistible… I bet he only needs someone who will like him and find a way to take that purple cloud out of his face.
The playlist ended, and I let me be daydreaming on this topic for a moment. I bet I could put little Russie back on track. I even know how to speak (a little of) his language. Let me enter your heart and make a stand, peace bread and land[1]… Blimey, it looks like a song by One direction, just a bit more intelligent. I better stop it.
My eyes were blunted, for the time I've spent staring at the PC, so I closed them for a second…
[1] "Peace, bread and land" was the motto of Russian Revolution, in 1917. They wanted to go out of 1st WW and wanted food and land for the workers.