to love is to hate

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A wilted rose can be saved and revided
With a little sugar and love.
But beware of the dried and hardened
Thorns it dresses itself in
For if you dont move carefully
You will always end up
Bleeding.

                    Martial was in his house, beinh the first to actually wake up from his siblings today, it was still in a tight spot for them, it being in the war, he yawned as he was putting some engredients into the blender, just some cocoa, sugar, coffee, milk, and some ice, he only ever did this drink in þhe morning when his siblings were sleeping in, since theyde always tell him to not drink overly cold or sweet drinks in the morning, since he easily got colds and coughs, breathing in the cold morning air and shivered in his robe, feeling cold and relaxed, he felt the winds come in, and suddenly and suddently felt paper hit his face, which he opened his eyes, ripping it away from his face and looked down it, it was a nice little crumpled thin peice of light pink paper, the ink on it was still rather cold and a bit sticky, the hand writing was angled up and looked rather swiftly, clearly written in a hurry. He looked closer at the writing and papers style, and growled lowly, it was clearly from North, violently crumpling the paper and threw it into the trash can, and made his drink, cooking some breakfast and went to his office again, sighing and yawned once more, on the other hand, North was becoming a little to desparate abd impatient, he was somewhat losing his cool, as he wanted his sweet love back as soon as possible, sighing and went to his own base, and went on to discussing some things with his generals, he needed martial to listen one way or another. It was on eof the many reasons he allied with the Slavic giants anyways.