Chapter Nine (Un-edited)

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Ukraine's Group.

The normally bubbly Ukrainian looked a bit depressed. Everyone in the group noticed and kept her in sight at all times.

Belarus knew why Ukraine was upset family was everything to her and their Sisters, Alaska and Moscow were dead. Belarus isn't as cold either she looks a bit more like a normal emotional person more than her normal stoic personality. Despite the fact that she was the little sister she was ready to defend and fight for her family and friends at the cost of her life she didn't care as long as they were safe. She especially looked out for a young capitol named Washington D.C. or Jamie Jones. Everyone did it was the last part of the American Personas. The rest were dead except for Amelia but she's another case and that's also a long story that'll come up later.

"Hey, Katyusha like, does this outfit compliment me?" The Polish boy asked the Ukrainian.

Ukraine looked, up putting on a fake happiness look that was much like her normal happy
go-lucky look.

"Of course Feliks you look great in anything!" she beamed.

"Awe, like, thanks Katyusha!" he gushed a pink tint on his cheeks.
The Polish man turned around, after he said, that.

"See, Liet I do look like totally
fabulous!" his triumphant, look visible on his face, green eyes gleaming.

The Lithuanian rolled his green irises.

The Ukrainian couldn't really say that he never did look good, he could probably look good in a trashbag.

Natalia's sensible voice spoke up.

"You may look good in it but at the same time you look ridiculous..." Her blue eyes pierced into his girl like clothing.

Poland, started getting extremely upset.

"That's rude!" he stalked over to his corner.
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Meanwhile, on the second player side of the room...
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The Lithuanian was daydreaming of Belarus.

Natasha, was drawing a picture of everyone happily humming.

The Pole was sharpening his scythe getting ready to defend his group if needed be.

And of course the Ukrainian was being a slut as usual and trying to flirt with everyone. It was a normal like scene for them.

In reality, the two groups were actually thinking whether or not to mingle with eachother.

Will they mingle find out next time!



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