Romano with Glasses

thêm of my not so good nghề viết văn skills!! I wrote this the ngày before the world was supposed to "end" -chuckles- Anyways, the very end of this story was meant to be like a mô tả of the picture bạn see. I do hope bạn enjoy~!


When the sky sets on the land, sometimes it comes rather slowly. Sometimes it fleets from us. When taken in, it feels as though it lasts a long time but, a mere turn from the sight, a mere glance off somewhere else, such a sight is instantly missed. A sight ever so fleeting if turned away from. One such Nation had the sky set on his land. He had watched a lot of things...

It seemed to the states that the guests arrived all at once.
"Another round of beers for the awesome! Keseseses!"
"Don't touch me, taco-eating bastard! Go get me something to drink, jackass!"
"I totally would have brought my ngựa con, ngựa, pony here if I knew bạn liked horses!"
"I think Angletere is avoiding me... What do bạn think ladies?"
Some of the states were hurrying around bringing countries drinks and snacks. Virginia was up at the turntables grinning at the crowd in front of her. America beamed at how well the states were behaving.
He felt a tap on his shoulder, "America, what are these minors doing at...