I was just unpacking my things when my father suddenly entered the room
'' Welcome Russia ''
I looked at my father was calm
facial expression, but deep inside saw
with him fear, as if taken from the cross
"Good morning, Father"
I replied
'' Dad, why are we in the same city at the same time every year? ''
Hesitantly, I asked the question my dad always asks
Benedictine indestructible whenever I ask for it
he hesitantly answers something, so it was And now
he left, leaving me alone in the room
I still had my bags to unpack
brothers and sisters, but it probably happened
I didn't look at the clock it was 12/06/1987
at 12:23 pm I was bored so decided to go out
home I wander the streets of Britain
the cities were left and right as every year
loud screams of people were heard on the sidewalks
'' Apples, carrots And not only at stand number 13
only for CZK 2.99 !! toys 'or': dolls,
horses, cars only for CZK 4.00 !! there were carriages on the road
which was propelling the horses, I stared at the vehicle
when suddenly by accident I ran into
someone looked at him and then I saw
The boy's flag was white
Red stripes and in the upper left corner
the horn of the British flag was worn with a collar
and pants in light and dark colors
bronze shortly after the fall cried out
'' Be careful when you go pff ''
He said, showing me his tongue then
he looked at me and immediately froze
'' P-sorry son of the USSR ''
I saw her stutter, I know mine
father is quite popular but to be so scared !?
''Hi! Is everything okay? ''
I tried to smooth his joints
'' Just like that ... whatever ... ... um ... America-? ''
The boy shook my hand and I quickly grabbed his hand
''Russia''
-krudki time skip because why not-
After a 20-minute conversation, eating apples
I decided from the orchard that we and America had with each other
much in common cannot last forever
when America looked at her watch, she saw this
there is (insert the hour here :) he said
'' No, it's not (HOUR), i.e. after the competition ''
'' Well So So What ''
'' My Dad Will Be Furious ''
- Well, so what
I continued
'' You know because I have to win this ''
''why''
"If they liked me ..."
I wondered whether to say it, but I was sick of faking it ...
''I like you''
I said with a smile on my face
The boy did not know what to say as a last resort
"thank you, that's nice...
- Because you want bagels? haha ''
He asked curiously
I came home where he was waiting for me
my father saw the hate in his eyes
to me when he suddenly said
"Where were you young and why are you late to the tournament!" '
He yelled at me and I flinched
''Reply''
He said in a slightly calmer voice
my father always had chills on his hands
he hated when I can't see something
the monarch in me. I never understood that
after all, there are so many countries that are currently being colonized
by WB. I am also the youngest of mine
noch bradctwa, but what to do
'' Sorry, father, walking towards the fair (or shortcuts) I realized that it is too late ''
I didn't want to say anything about Russia
she can think of it, but never of him
I'll never meet (SpOtka :))
'' Okay America, it's not your fault, I'll make a university lady give you a 5 ''
''Thank you''
I went to my room and lay down on the bed
'' Huh until 5:24 pm and 4 hours until all night. (I think I'll put summer time here, there's no point in making it difficult to choose the weather anyway) ''
Every time I looked at the ceiling
my father yells he is throwing it out at me
negative emotions bad memories
(if anyone does not know what it is
Violence in 1980. she was completely
legal and used as "educational")
'' Why do I feel like he's controlling me !?
I will not allow it ...
I told myself this and told myself
I looked at the walls until I finally let go of my
emotions, did my homework and went to sleep ...
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