"Is something bothering you?"

Britain and I were sitting on the porch, enjoying the afternoon. Dinner would have been inside, as usual, but the smoke and the unbearable smell from the oven had forced us outside. We had to settle for some packaged snacks that were hidden away in the cupboards.

I drew a picture of a bug and then a circle backslash symbol on top of it. Talking had turned into a elaborate game of Pictionary when I didn't feel like writing what I wanted to convey.

"Bug problem?" Britain tilted his head.

I keep seeing- no, feeling little bugs near my face when I wake up. It might be gnats, but they make much more noise.. What are you chuckling about?

" oh-ha, don't mind me. Go on." He tried to cover his mouth, to make it look like he was coughing. But he failed to convince me.

You're laughing at me! I pushed at his shoulder, a little angry.

"Oh, no no no no, nothing of the sort.*snicker* Look, don't swat at the 'gnats'. They're very fragile, and they sometimes bring good luck."

Strange Brit and his fantasies. I shook my head. I noticed the window where a plume of black smoke was still flowing out. shouldn't the smoke have cleared out by now?

A silent look from Britain seemed to say, Not bound to stop any sooner.

A sigh was exchanged between the two. The sun was beginning to melt below the horizon, and the light blue of the sky was being drained into a black night. The only noise heard for a while, was the clatter of porcelain cups settling on the table occasionally. It was hard not to drift into sleep with the coming night, with the calmness of the of the night, and the chirruping crickets. Kira was nodding off, until she heard a noise in the distance. Snapping her head up, she waited for the noise again. Kira looked at Britain, and then looked toward the noise again.

"I don't hear anything." he said. Why is she still writing? I've heard her speak without any trouble. Britain had trouble understanding why she couldn't just talk if it was possible.

Kira had a knack for hearing small sounds that other people did not notice at first. A distant yell, or a neighbor's car, pulling into a driveway. Her talent also had it's problems. When ever she would hear noises at night, she would wake up, and it would keep her awake until the sound had ceased. Now, Kira was certain she heard a horses coming from the direction of the dirt road. She clutched her cup tightly for a moment, remembering the scene from not too long ago. The whinny of the horses, the laughter of the men when she tried to get away. His glistening red eyes, and the pale grin plastered on his face.

"Kira!"

She got back into the present.

" You look like you've seen a ghost. A-Are you alright?"

Kira shook her head slowly. With a shuddering breath she murmured a no. Britain bent over to pick up the shattered pieces of porcelain cup.
"What happened?"

No response came. Kira looked away from the green eyes that asked for an answer.

"If you don't tell anyone, it'll be more of a burden on yourself."

She shut her eyes, considering this. Then breathing out,

" Prussia. I heard those horses coming down the dirt road over there, and, it reminded me." She pointed, where leisurely riders were trotting around.

" Seems like he's scared you enough to speak." Britain blurted out.Bugger. I was waiting for better timing..

Kira realized her fauxpas. Well that's just perfect. But what he said true. No beating around the bush for this one.
"Alright.. Yes,I have been keeping from speaking for about 2 weeks now. I didn't want to talk. I like dealing with my own problems. But lately, I don't know.. I just can't handle them all." She rested her head in her hands, frustrated.

Not exactly sure what to say, he rested a hand on her shoulder. You're not alone.
Shortly afterward, Britain and Kira headed inside, the smoke having cleared out. They talked softly now, as if they didn't want to wake someone up. But they were the only two in the house, as they headed to their separate rooms for the night.

Is this even close to what Great Roman Empire had?

Pale hands cupped together to grasp the golden coins. Then he parted them, letting it slip through his fingers.

How did he get the world to it's knees? And then have them marvel at his strength..I remember the stories I told my younger brother. I bet he never suspected that I wanted to become stronger than Rome. Not a Ex-nation to be ridiculed. To be an empire! To rule over the world! I never got that chance. Until now.

With a snap of his fingers,a servant handed him a foaming mug.

Of course, I'll let West rule beside me, if he has no objections. We'll split the world, half and half. Of course with my awesomeness I could do it all by myself, if I wanted to. He took a long drink leaving some foam on his lip. Hmm. this batch is salty..

"kesesese! Ah, I miss drinking with West, but it won't matter for too much longer. Sure I might have made him a tiny bit mad by cutting his power, but once he finds out he'll be ruling the world with me, He'll understand."

I'll always win, one way or another.

Ok! so that was pretty cool, yeah? please tell me if I'm making anyone Ooc, and I'll try to fix it. see ya guys later and I hope you have a good father's day weekend!