Completely Untitled.
anonymous
November 30 2009, 20:00:23 UTC
When Lithuania found Latvia, he was staring fixedly at a picture on the wall, in his own world. A storm was brewing outside, a few early rain drops tapping the window, grey clouds conquering the expanse of the sky, turning the dissipating twilight into something darker. He could heard a few wisps of wind howl mournfully around the house. Latvia had still not noticed him, standing there in a thick coat, one hand sheltered safely in a lined pocket, one hanging by his side, clenched in what could have been pain, anger or memory. It was as if he were going away
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Thank you very much, AnonWriter!
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