After WW2, Germany has felt guilt towards Poland. But the feeling of forgiveness has brought up the sad, yet beautiful emotion; love. Then a crisis that involves the disappearance of several countryhumans. And the German tries to help the Polish. On...
I went to work and on the way, Kosovo was there. He seemed to be waiting for someone, then his eyes locked onto me, "Um..." I mumbled, "You love Germany don't you?" He snickered.
My breath hitched, "NUH UH!" I denied, waving my finger at him. I pulled my hood up and walked away with a red face.
I saw a glimpse of the German leaving my office, I tried to shrugged it off but I couldn't help at least blushing a little. "Yep, I'm correct," I heard Kosovo chortled and walked into his office.
I marched into my office and pulled down my hood, "The heck is this?" I asked as I picked up a note I found on my desk.
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As soon as I saw the handwriting, I knew it was from Germany. I almost forgot about the investigation. Dayum his handwriting is fancy.
{Timeskip, *lazy*}
After work, Germany was already waiting for me by the door, "Let's go Polen," he said and sweetly put my hood up for me, looking at me with his gorgeous, ocean-blue eyes. "Sh*t!" I thought as I reddened and we sauntered along the empty street, on our way to the cafe.
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