okay guys, I'm going to start out this story on a light hearted note by doing something I like to call steriotypical observations!
here gose!
1-how to judge the French standards of proprer perfume amount: if you can still see afterwords, you haven't put enough on!
2-everyone from Spain is atractive (or at least the ones with enough money to come to America are!)
3- Italian boys find it somewhat atractive when you run into a wall while trying to give them "the look" (true story, it happend to me in Epcot Italy, I have his telphone numder!)
4- no matter how many asian people you meet, you will always somewhat want to take one home and keep it as a pet (that sounded a lot less creepy in my head!)
"I must say, I'm quite surprised Germany's second in command is a woman… or rather: was a woman!" Russia said eyeing the blond haired girl sitting across from him. She stared out the train window with defiant blue eyes that perfectly masked a deep seeded sorrow that was laying just beneath her surface. "such a pretty little girl!"
"Why dose everyone always assume the strong countries have male capitals!" Berlin scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Her resemblance to Germany was striking but at the same time she had a quiet feminine beauty about her that was almost enchanting. "Paris is a woman too!"
Berlin was Germany's oldest child and only daughter, thus she had practically been raised as a boy, and she would be dammed if she was going to be treated like a little girl!
"True, but you kind of expect that from France!" Russia said flashing Berlin a smile that made the young girl wince. There was something about Russia's childish appearance and seemingly likable personality that was just… creepy.
Berlin leaned back in her seat and shuddered with pain.
Though her fever had broken and her bullet wounds were now nothing more than puckered scars, she still hadn't fully recovered from the horrible burns she had sustained when the Allies burned down the house she was raised in.
God she hated the Allies! They all deserved to burn in hell! Especially who ever the hell decided she was going to be Russia's little trophy wife! Yes… she would make that particular person die a horrible and painful death…
She stared out the window and wondered how Bonn was doing.
Bonn had always been closer to Berlin than her other brothers, not that Berlin didn't love them dearly, she just had some… sketchy family members, and besides Germany, Bonn was the only one she felt she could truly trust, that's why she entrusted him with her coveted position as nation capital.
"I have to use the bathroom!" Berlin said abruptly standing up and shuffling to the back of the car. She squeezed into the cramped bathroom and locked the door. She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered exactly what she had gotten herself into… well actually, she hadn't gotten herself into anything, cities and states never had any control over were boarders were drawn (if you didn't count Texas).
Suddenly she ripped the braid from her hair, letting it fall in a curly mess around the bottom of her shoulder blades. She felt she need to do something to herself… something drastic. She wished she had a pair of scissors, or something shard, she wanted to cut her hair, or give herself some sort of scar.
She looked at her had and her slightly sharpened fingernails Berlin let out a sigh, it was going to hurt, but it would have to work…
Soooooo, what do you think? Given I accidentally deleted the original and had to rewrite it from memory…
Now can someone answer me this question:
Dose anyone else realize that Canada has blue eyes?
R&R! ^0^
