WHAT IS UP MY PEOPLES! I'm back again with yet another thing, while I should be doing homework. Take this piece of complete nonsense I thought up at the track meet.
Yao has had scars for as long as he can remember. After living for more than four thousand years, who wouldn't? Yet no one ever seems to notice. Maybe it's the way he looks so ageless, maybe it's the long sleeves and collars that cover up every inch of skin from the neck down. He can't even remember how his skin becomes so marred. They just came like unwanted guests and never left. He doesn't like to think about them, because thinking about them brings back memories of the near-constant dividings of his country and the thousands of wars he's been through and that horrible day when his little brother betrayed him.
Lithuania's scars are more commonly known. They are scattered about his arms, legs, and chest, and are overlaid so thickly on his back you can barely see the skin. Many have been caused by Russia and his whips and chains, but others are centuries old, earned from ancient battles of the pagan tribes and from the countless wars with the Teutonic Order. No matter how hard he tries to cover them up, the faint marks left on the bare skin and the way the skin is raised like tiny valleys on his back are always there.
No one ever seems to know about America's scars. They seem to think that such a young country must be relatively unscarred. What they don't realize is that he is much older than they think. Scars caused by the lost tribes of North America, the one left by the first settlers at Roanoke, the ones from where the forests were cut down and the mountains bored full of holes from the colonists. The burn scar above his heart from 1814, the blackened skin below his ribs from Pearl Harbor, the scar crossing his entire body from his civil war. They don't know, might never know.
Spain's scars are well hidden. He keeps them out of sight under shirts and bandages and 'what do you mean, there's nothing wrong!' when they hurt and people notice. Only Romano truly knows how many scars there are, being there when many of them were inflicted. Many of the scars, though, are from days long past when he would go out early with thousands of ships and men and come back late with a handful of each and blood staining his hands that was almost always not his. They span the expanse of his body, covering what seems to be miles of the tan skin in long-healed gashes.
Hmmm. What have we here? SOMETHING WITH MORE THAN JUST POLAND AND/OR LITHUANIA? WHAT'S GOING ON?
Well it was going to be yet another LietPol story, but then I was thinking that other countries should get a turn. Still got Lithuania in though haha.
Have a good day/night/afternoon/whatever my peoples and I'll see y'all later bye!