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viens ♔ may december romance
[After having a few encounters under the mistletoe, Latvia was quick to catch on to the kinds of effects it had. He wasn't sure why, maybe it was just normal here much like all the other obscene things that no one gave a second glance at. He might have been a bit cynical but deep down Latvia was a romantic at heart and unless something like this happened on valentines day this would probably be the most attention he'd get from girls all year.
So he sat in a hallway near the girls dormitories with a small palette of paint and a jar of water nearby. With a fine brush he carefully painted a colourful design on the side of a wooden train. It was a slightly clunky shape but well sanded down so the edges were smooth. The plasters around his fingers were proof of his effort. He was a little disappointed he couldn't have used the kind of wood he was used to. He hadn't done much wood carving back home but here it was a nice distraction from his terrible performances in class. At least this was something he could do.
It would be such a good scene. A down to earth heroine and the Latvian toy maker among the quiet halls and the light streaming through the frost kissed windows as their own lips touched.
He'd certainly have to use that in his next novella. Latvia smiled to himself from his place under the mistletoe. As the sounds of footsteps reached his ears he did his best to act busy on his conversation starter. He wasn't going to mess this up]
So he sat in a hallway near the girls dormitories with a small palette of paint and a jar of water nearby. With a fine brush he carefully painted a colourful design on the side of a wooden train. It was a slightly clunky shape but well sanded down so the edges were smooth. The plasters around his fingers were proof of his effort. He was a little disappointed he couldn't have used the kind of wood he was used to. He hadn't done much wood carving back home but here it was a nice distraction from his terrible performances in class. At least this was something he could do.
It would be such a good scene. A down to earth heroine and the Latvian toy maker among the quiet halls and the light streaming through the frost kissed windows as their own lips touched.
He'd certainly have to use that in his next novella. Latvia smiled to himself from his place under the mistletoe. As the sounds of footsteps reached his ears he did his best to act busy on his conversation starter. He wasn't going to mess this up]
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[He doesn't like the emphasis she put on it]
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Y-yeah, don't you remember? You helped us out back in 1918.
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[Latvia's not too sure how to respond to all of that so he just goes through the points one at a time]
I'd say nearly a century is still quite a long time though, I understand you're a lot older than I am so perhaps it doesn't feel like as long to you. And I've always been a man, you too. If anything you're the one who's not normal here!
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That was back in 1918, nearly a hundred years ago. It's the 21st century now. Like I said, I've always been a man so last time you checked you must have checked wrong.
Are you feeling okay? Maybe changing into a woman did something to your head as well...