ℝ𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟 | ❦Countryhumans UK❦
Hi there, welcome to this book called "ℝ𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟", which is a remake version of "Separate". I made this book, since I was confused about the plot and I did it just for... Entertainment. However, to think that p...
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On an early morning, a young man trudged through the endless rows of tall scant, filled with luscious flowers of all different kinds under the southern wintry of heat, accompanied by the hanging cotton pieces of snow blankets. The man continued his stroll, looking right to left, admiring the nature that flourished in front of his very own eyes.
Eventually, he stopped at a point, where he lost his gaze to dozens of pairs of candy floss of pinks and oranges above the mobbed of colossal greenery as the birds flaptheir wings from a far sight with the radiant ball of flames in the background.
Beautiful.
Sadly, he knew he wouldn't be seeing this view again. He knows this is his final admiration of nature, his finale before everything is gone..
...
"AAAMEEERICAAAA!"
It's already 2pm, and there was already a noisy disturbance ruining the french woman's tea time. In frustration of hearing her boys fighting for who knows what, she put down her tea on the coffee table, got up from her beloved comfy sofa and took a short walk to her children's bedrooms upstairs.
"This must be how mon amour felt solving these unsatisfying problems..", the french thought to herself and sighed whilst walking upstairs.
As she got nearer to the noise, she passed the doors of Australia's and New Zealand's bedrooms with more noise coming towards the Canadian's bedroom rather than America's. You would think that the woman would be confused or surprised since it was her second elder son, who was a sweetheart. In reality, she was fed up with their argument and barged into the door, swinging it back to wall by the hard force that startled both of her sons.
In front of her eyes, she saw Canada holding America up by his shirt with another arm ready to punch him, whilst America had both of his hands wrapped on his brother's neck.
Annoyed clearly, she gave them a look with her eyes shallow in darkness (??? What is that supposed to mean?) with her lips curled downwards at her boys. The boys knew that glare of hers, and immediately let go of each other, straighten their stance and faced their mom, like soldiers in military training grounds. From the immediate response, France had slightly soften her face but kept a dark face to make sure her sons don't lie themselves out.
"So.. Any of you mon fils going to explain your stupide argument?", she folded her hands and waited for her sons to answer. As seconds goes by, the brothers were debating themselves if they were to explain, but either way, Canada chose to talk and explain the reason behind the issue.
"Well, America has been causing a lot of trouble that kept on disturbing me." France raised one eyebrow, a sign that her children knew that she wanted more depth information. The Canadian took a simple breath and continued, "America had poured maple syrup on me whilst I was asleep, 'accidentally' poured cold water on my favourite anime shirt that was supposed to be prepared for tomorrow's anime concert. He also took my money, and spent it on stupid stuff like those carrots that had a sticker face of saying 'RAWR'. To make matters worst, he even destroyed my art piece-"
