VERY SHORT but for me it's the funniest thing I made so far...Well it's just me. Anyway, I wanted to achieve some roundess with all the characters this...whatever you call it story showcases...is it called a drabble collection or something? That's why America's smarter and caring, Canada's a bit louder and is not restricted to be a push-over, Russia isn't sadistic, per se; Denmark isn't really a one-sided D-bag...and Norway isn't restricted to a blank face. I mean...I still use a lot of their characteristics or infos shown throughout the series...but I actually wanted to give some random depth to each of their attributes.
Anyway back to Natalia, Belarus is actually very pretty so I decided that she just has some days where is Russia-crazy but other than that she's actually a very normal younger sister to him.
It's a Wednesday…which means it's my break from constantly trying to get my big brother to have sex with me. You don't know how stressful it gets; at least I have this day and weekends off. It's like my part time job…you don't know how much money Liz pays for even a tissue he might've used. I love my brother, but good thing my love for him can also be profited.
I'm an inland country…I'm nowhere near the sea, but I do have a national park with about thirty lakes in it. They're beautiful, blue, and calm. If you don't like that you should try the Minsk Zoo, maybe visit the Wisent. If you don't like European Bison then go to the National Opera and Ballet of Belarus, one of the leading ballet companies of the world. But if you don't like that just gaze upon our country-scape, it's clean and green. Try some Draniki on the way, our famous potato pancakes.
"Alright, my brothers… let the Bison protection club meeting begin!" I used my gavel. I looked around seeing the only two members of our small club. We all wore bison hats…because they're cute and strong.
"Sister Belarus…like what are we gonna totally talk about today?" peeped Poland. He likes them because they're like burly ponies.
"What about Germany!?" suggested America in a yell. You've seen America, buffalos are a national treasure.
"What about Germany?" I asked in confusion. Is he still angry about World War II? Oh wait, he doesn't know how to hold grudges.
"Remember after WWII?" *sigh* I should've known. He fell silent and looked at me…giving me a look that clarified his reasons were not anywhere near their fight. "He like crossed our buffalos and killed all the babies!"
"WHAT?! That's like twice as bad! I can't believe that he's against bison race-mixing! It's like racism…but worse!" shouted Poland.
"Alright, I suggest TP-ing Germany's house!" I suggested earning unimpressed looks. I smirked "soaked in Bison urine!" they immediately laughed in agreement.
At Germany's house
"WEST! Why the heel does your house smell like *sniff* *sniff* ugh… BISON URINE!" complained awesome Prussia with his nose pinched. What a horrible wake-up call.
Germany sighed in his gas mask and gave one to his brother. "I knew killing all those bison would haunt me one day"
Yey, I hoped you liked it! My next stories will be a teaser fro a fairly long Canada-centered story that I'm still thinking whether to post it hear or make another story about it...Oh yeah some Norway ideas are coming to my head...althought the surest thing in my mind right now is to right a story of Alfred alone in his house. I mean...Americans are loud but they're not idiots or self-centered...they're just liberated but they're NOT dense...I want to make America rounder
SORRY FOR MY CONSTANT RAMBLING!