"Alek, why are you so meh"
I said. Walking down the dirt trail in the middle of Autumn.
"What is that suppose to mean?" he asked. I smiled,
"Oh, nothing in particular. Just bored I guess, we've been walking for hours." Alek laughed.
"The French embassy is isolated. For security reasons" I snorted
"But first world nations get vehicles to use".
"Who said we weren't 1st world?" Alek said.
"I did" I sighed. Alek stared at me before we approached a white 3 story mansion of marble. It had a chandelier that created a soft white glow.
The mansion was elegant. It must be France's.
As we stepped up the porch and rang the doorbell to the bright red wooden door. It creaked open.
Me and Alek grew faces of pure horor.
England, covered in blood, face of freight said, "we got a problem".
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The Coldhearted And Sunburnt
FanfictionDestined under the world lies the underdogs. Or 2nd world nations. Meet the sunburnt. A clumsy rich Brazil who only craves the more luxurious things, like a green iPhone6c green (he thanks America for that) Or the viking-like talents of the Coldhear...
