Chicago.

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based on the song Chicago by Michel Jackson, <3

- Sergei

(warning very short)

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I Met her on the way to Chicago.

The Russian sat in her plane seat, dreading the long plane ride to the US. letting out a sigh, she ran her fingers through her hair. Arong the same time, a certain german with a red and white flag made her way to her seat, sitting down, the german smiled at her old friend, who was, at the time, utterly oblivious to the other that had sat down.

Where she was all alone, And so was I so I asked her for her name.

"and who might you be?" the german said resting her arm on the armrest and her head in her hand. the taller one across from her knew precisely who the german was before she even saw her, she whipped her head around to find the smirking third retich.

She smiled and looked at me.

the Russian's face quickly went from surprised to smiling, seeing her old friend.

"Retich." soviet said, her thick accent rolling the "r" of the others name.

"the one and only." The german said smiling at her friend while she flipped her hair dramatically. the Russian chuckled at this a bit, not enough for the other to notice, however.

Then, the Russian did something she thought she never would, she grabbed the others hand and kissed it. "Of course." she said winking, it was hard to see her mouth under her scarf, but the German could tell she was smiling.

I Was surprised to see,

The Germans eyes widened, but quickly went back to normal, despite the German being flustered, she wouldn't let Soviet win, not when she could so easy make the other melt.

That a woman like that was really into me.

The shorter one, now taller because of there position, grabbed the others face in her hands. "Your adorable you know that?" the German said, then letting go of the other. The Russian was redder than her flag and could barely speak, sitting up she pulled her scarf further up her face, and looked away

The German just chuckled.

I Met her on the way to Chicago.

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I honestly love this lol

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