“Lemme eat it then.” I said, looking into the deliciousness of Italy-made pasta. Literally made by Italy. “It’s been a long time, anyway.” Romano smirks as he knew that I really like the pasta they make. To be honestly, going to Italy makes up like seventy percent of my trips. It’s all because of the pasta. Never defy the temptation for pasta. I really like pasta. It makes me happy. It makes me very happy. If pasta is ever banned or removed from the Philippines, I will SCREAM. As the hand me over the plate of steaming heaven and the fork, I immediately start digging in. I close my eyes, taking in the flavour. When I open my eyes, the world had colour again, just not as colourful as earlier. Is it because I’m happy again? I’m still a little
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“W-Well, if you have noticed, I’ve been holding this Miso Soup for almost 2 chapters. Here you go.” He puts the soup on the bedside table. He then sits along with the other countries, chattering along with them. The only person who wasn’t along with then was Spain, who was simply staring out the window. The light touched his face, illuminating it slightly. I don’t really see much shading in the colours, it’s more like a light colour with a very bold border with the dark colours. Personally, I don’t really like it, at all, but I can tolerate it. I can try to tolerate it. At least, however, there’s colour. That makes me happier than seeing perfectly blended, subtle…black and white. But I wonder, when was the last time I felt so, helpless? My own perspective depends on how I feel, so if I’m sad, nothing can make me look up into the sky and smile unless someone digs into my deepest memories, and finds some way to make me happy. I can’t just feel down then suddenly start smiling. No, that can’t happen if this is the …show more content…
Saying that, I realise that I was talking like England. I laugh to myself and looked over at the others, wondering what they were talking about. I don’t feel like standing up, so I try with the best of my ability to try to hear them. “Do you know, whenever two people were destined to meet, a star is born.” France whispered, earning confused ‘huh’s from the others. “Whenever one of those two…disappears from this world, a star dies. Depending on the intensity of the loss, the star will be nearer to the two.” “Eh, why are you telling us that?” China asked. France chuckles and glances at me, which I pretend not to notice. “It’s because, earlier, last night, a large supernova can be seen with the naked eye.” The others immediately gasped silently, except Japan who just remained silent. “SO HE REALLY DID DIE?! THIS ISN’T A PRANK?!” England shouted. “DAMN THAT IDIOT! Having to die…so close to that day…” England, being the most passionate lover, hit the table (passionately) and (passionately) ran out of the room. Spain, being the country of passion, (passionately) ran out of the room to (passionately) get him back into the room. Maybe I should stop that, but I have a (passionate) passion to do that. I mean, like, England is passionate as a person and Spain is literally the country of passion. I can’t help
“W-Well, if you have noticed, I’ve been holding this Miso Soup for almost 2 chapters. Here you go.” He puts the soup on the bedside table. He then sits along with the other countries, chattering along with them. The only person who wasn’t along with then was Spain, who was simply staring out the window. The light touched his face, illuminating it slightly. I don’t really see much shading in the colours, it’s more like a light colour with a very bold border with the dark colours. Personally, I don’t really like it, at all, but I can tolerate it. I can try to tolerate it. At least, however, there’s colour. That makes me happier than seeing perfectly blended, subtle…black and white. But I wonder, when was the last time I felt so, helpless? My own perspective depends on how I feel, so if I’m sad, nothing can make me look up into the sky and smile unless someone digs into my deepest memories, and finds some way to make me happy. I can’t just feel down then suddenly start smiling. No, that can’t happen if this is the …show more content…
Saying that, I realise that I was talking like England. I laugh to myself and looked over at the others, wondering what they were talking about. I don’t feel like standing up, so I try with the best of my ability to try to hear them. “Do you know, whenever two people were destined to meet, a star is born.” France whispered, earning confused ‘huh’s from the others. “Whenever one of those two…disappears from this world, a star dies. Depending on the intensity of the loss, the star will be nearer to the two.” “Eh, why are you telling us that?” China asked. France chuckles and glances at me, which I pretend not to notice. “It’s because, earlier, last night, a large supernova can be seen with the naked eye.” The others immediately gasped silently, except Japan who just remained silent. “SO HE REALLY DID DIE?! THIS ISN’T A PRANK?!” England shouted. “DAMN THAT IDIOT! Having to die…so close to that day…” England, being the most passionate lover, hit the table (passionately) and (passionately) ran out of the room. Spain, being the country of passion, (passionately) ran out of the room to (passionately) get him back into the room. Maybe I should stop that, but I have a (passionate) passion to do that. I mean, like, England is passionate as a person and Spain is literally the country of passion. I can’t help