031. FlowersFeliks worked furiously in his garden like no other Polish man ever could. A yellow barrette held his bangs out of his face, his work gloves were caked with dirt, and tens of potted plants surrounded him. Each flower was taken and carefully placed in its respected place.
"Beautiful..." he whispered, planting a periwinkle carnation next to its pollen infested brethren. Poland wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve and stood. With his hands on his hips, he admired his obvious green thumb. "You've like, totally outdone yourself this time, Poland!" he grinned wide and pivoted to make his way back to his home, hoping to shower. Suddenly, he twirled back around at the sound of a clinking noise.
"What's that...sound? It sounds like that one time I was chased by geese and like, their scary beaks were totally clinking at my flesh an-" he stopped abruptly and dropped his jaw.
"M-M-M-My petunias!" he squealed, power-walking to the source of the noise and flailing at it with his spade. "Ver
030. Under the Rain"B-Belarus, please!" Ukraine pounded her fists to the door as she sobbed.
"She's not going to come out of there, sister."
"How can you give up so easily, Ivan?!" tears welled up along the corners of her mouth and slipped onto her tongue. Tears were salty, just like blood; though not as metallic.
"She's giving up. Let her." Russia put his hands out to the side indifferently.
"She's doing this because of you!" the sister yelled, standing quickly and hitting a weak fist to the Russian's chest as she continued to cry. Ivan clamped an enormous hand over her head and squeezed softly against her temples as if to relax her. She swatted him away forcefully and returned to the door. "Belarus!"
From within the room, Belarus held a knife to her throat and pressed the cold steel against her soft skin. She sighed deeply and stared down at her reflection that rested upon the dagger.
"I've never been good enough. Not for Ivan, not for anyone."
"Please, Ivan, help!"
"Fine, then." Russia moved Ukrai
029. Happiness"Spain, Spain, Spain, Spagna [Spain]!" Romano tugged hard on Spain's hair as the Spaniard slept, face down on the couch. "Wake up, bastard!" he tugged harder. Spain grumbled and rolled over, knocking the Italian off of the couch.
"You're acting like an infant, knock it off." Antonio yawned and put both of his feet up on Romano's head.
"Bastard, stop that!"
"Is this what pure happiness is like? Taking a great siesta, then waking up to an adorable angry Italian beneath your feet? He lusts for España, as I can see."
Romano crawled out from under the Spaniard's ankles and stared at the man with a mean expression.
"Bull-shit. Happiness isn't that, bastard."
"What is it then? Qué [What]?"
"You never listened to your Spanish lessons any-"
"Anyway! Happiness is waking from a siesta to a pile of ripe red tomatoes, just waiting to be eaten!"
"Well, you're a bastard."
"You're an idiot."
"You're a bastard."
"You're worthless and never did shit fo
028. Sorrow"Je suis navré, Monsieur Bonaparte... [I'm sorry, Mr. Bonaparte.]"
"Navré? C'est pas une excuse pour ton- [Sorry? It's not an excuse for your-]"
"C'est vrai! Je ne pouvais pas tuer Egypte, enfin, il a beaucoup de problèmes, et la prochaine fois- [It's true! I couldn't kill Egypt, but he has many problems and next time-]"
"Non!" the emperor pointed to the door, requesting France's leave. Diminished in spirit, France walked out the door after mumbling, "Vive l'Empereur [Long live the emperor]."
As he walked down the corridor, he sighed and took seat in a bench that sat in the hall. A familiar voice shunned down on him, and he looked up.
"Espagne, qu'est-ce que tu veux? [Spain, what do you want?]" he growled deeply and stared intensly.
"Francis, why're you so down?"
"Did 'cha get beaten, again?" Prussia strolled in, a hand on his hip. France scoweld and quickly looked off to the side. Out of the corner of his eye, he glared at both Spain and the Prussian.
"Vous venez encore
027. ForeignYong-Soo wandered around the Ikea store anxiously. He twindled his sleeves in his fingers and bit his lip in concentration. His eyes flickered from a tall glass lamp to a dark brown leather couch, then back to the lamp. Sighing, he stumbled over to the costumer service counter and pouted at the cashier, Sweden.
"'ow m'y I h'lp 'ou?" he asked, taking off his glasses and cleaning them with a nearby cloth.
"Wh-What could I buy with...500 won?"
"'r for'gn c'rr'ncy 'sn't 'ccepted h're, Mr. 'M. 'Nly Kronas [Swedish currency]."
"I-I know but..."
"'ou c'ld b'y th's pen."
"r th's cloth."
"I-I don't know if Japan would want those for his birthday..."
South Korea shook his head back and forth. "This store is so expensive..."
"Try China's st're?"
"They don't accept won..only yuan..."
"I see...why d'n't 'ou 'xch'nge y'r for'n curr'ncy?"
"...They won't do it for me...they m
026. Tears"Spain, take him."
"Austria, may this trade lenghten our relationship."
Italy waatched from afar as his brother was taken away from him. His eyes became clouded with tears. Soon, they fell over his eyelids and streamed down his face. "B-Brother R-Romano." he mumbled, running from that place to hide in his room that was nestled away in Austria's home. He lay down on his bed, weeping loudly. Behind the door, the Holy Roman Empired listened.
"I-I don't want to c-come out! I-I might be taken away just like brother Romano!"
Frustrated, Austria walked off to his piano room. He mumbled, "Worthless little brat" as he reached it. Once he was out of sight, the Empire stepped in and slid the door slowly behind him.
"Are you a-alright?" he asked, worried. "Wh-Why are you crying?" his voice was nervous and shook.
"E-EEP!" The small Italy jumped from his bed and landed, his small behind in the air. His bloomers gave the Empire a sudden blush. He attempted to cover his eyes and tried
025. Trouble Lurking"Back off, Greece!" Turkey yelled, shoving the Greek.
"I can't, the passageways are so very narrow, Turkey."
"Why'd you have to come anyway?!"
"Japan's here. Why are you?" Greece replied, calmly.
"None of your buisiness. Egypt, how much longer do we have to be down here?!"
Egypt turned his head and stared at the Turk. Turning it back around, he crawled on all fours through the tiny dusty passageway. Behind him, Japan took pictures rapidly with his digital camera.
"Thank you so much, Egypt-san! I've never been given a tour of a pyramid before!" he cheered, smiling. Mohammad said nothing, but as he reaached the end of the tunnel, he turned his head and put his index finger to his lips. The quarelling Mediterranean men behind him shut their traps and followed.
"I feel trouble lurking. Ra is not pleased that we've disturbed his temple, and the god's of the sun from my past are stirring." Egypt whispered under his breath as he stood at the mouth of a chamber. Shocked, Turkey and Greece spok
024. No Time"Only twenty seconds left, McGyver! What will we do?!"
"Quickly, hand me that paperclip!"
"Alright!" The characters on the television screen worked rapidly to disable a highly dangerous explosive. Germany, who was waiting for America to return his blender, watched intentively.
"That's impossible...with that grade of TNT, you couldn't disarm it..." he mumbled to himself while critisizing the show.
"And if he used that paperclip, he'd be electrocuted. This is rediculous."
"Germany, why are you here?" America asked, walking into the living room, blender in hand. Ludwig simply pointed to the appliance sharply.
"Oh, yeah...could I borrow this real quick?" Ludwig nodded and returned his gaze to the television while Alfred ran back into the kitchen.
He began to daydream.
"Germany, there's only..." Italy stared at the timer for a couple seconds. "A minute left!"
"Alright, Italy. Hand me that...bowl of pasta? Wait, stop eating it!" he shouted as the Italian gobbled down the meal.
023. Cat"Enjoy, Hong Kong." England said, smiling as he placed a large platter of bread pudding and crumpets down on the table and took a step back.
"Xie Xie ['Thank you']." Hong Kong replied as he began to eat. "You haven't cooked for me in a long time, England."
"You're never here, so I can't."
"Good point. I've spent so much time with China, lately. Though I can't say I mind it." he continued eating and smiled as he popped a crumpet into his mouth.
"How's it taste?" Arthur asked, sitting in a chair across from his former city.
"It tastes fine. Kind of reminds me of this dish that Yao cooked for me once."
"What would that be?" England blinked a couple times and cocked his head to the side. The British-Chinaman chuckled and finished eating before saying,
England gawked at him stupidly and opened his mouth as if to say something.
"It was quite delectable, actually."
"He fed you...cat?"
"..." England frowned thinking, My cooking is being compared to the edible-ness of c