I am not dead...at least...not physically. Sorry I haven't updated since like...forever . Oops...
I have been sooooooo busy. Senior year is over in...4 days? Yes...four days! Woot! I will spend my summer updating...hopefully. ^.^ I'll try. Don't hate me, PLEASE!
Anywho...here is a random bit on meetings...
Ivan sighed. There was nothing about this meeting that interestIng. Just the usual foolish countries, getting together to fight and argue over worthless ideas. Of course, the capitalist pig wouldn't shut his mouth. Perhaps he needed assistance, da?
The Russian smirked and pulled out his pipe. He would smash it over the American bastards head and watch him bleed all over the carpet and-
The door burst open and Ukraine came in with tears in her eyes.
"I t-thought I t-told y-you! No more v-violent thoughts." everybody froze and slowly looked over at the pouting Russian.
"I wasn't going to do anything..." he murmered.
Yekateina scoffed. "always lying. I know what you wanted to do with that pipe, now give it over."
Ivans lip trembled and he clenched at the scar around his neck. "b-but it was a gift..."
"and I said I would take it away if you did or tried to do anything violent again. Now, give it here."
Russia pouted. "sestria-"
"now Ivan!"
He shuddered and slowly slid the scarf from his neck. She snatched it from his trembling hand. "you'll get it back when you've learned your lesson." with that, she sniffled and stormed out.
Ivan sighed. "that was my favorite scarf..." he reached into his briefcase and pulled out an exact replica of what the other nation just confiscated.
"wha-"
Ivan chuckled. "I have begun to mass produce them." he smiled, leaning back in his chair.
Oh yes...life was good...