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Love Nordic5 (ReaderxNordics) Ch. 1 Chapter 1
It was Friday night, and it was raining; storming, even. I was sitting in my roomalone, like usual. My name is __________, and I live with my mom, my dad, and my twin sister. We all live in an incredibly large manor. Both my parents work a lot, so we're pretty rich. Not like it matters. Money can't buy the things I really want. Friends.
It would be a lie to say I was the popular twin. My sister is more popular in both school, and home. Well she was more popular in school. We just graduated about a month ago, and even though school is over, she's still more popular than me. In fact, she was invited to a party tonight.
Some kids from our school are throwing a huge Graduation party tonight, and of course I wasn't invited. But my sister was. In fact, she was probably getting ready to go right now
Hetalia Birthday Game: IIHetalia Birthday Game: Europe
(( Note: All answers are completely random. Anything relating to reality is purely coincidental, except the characters / names. That being said, enjoy by all means. ))
Month (of Birth)
January - Finland
February - Lithuania
March - Iceland
April - Switzerland
May - Poland
June - Sweden
July - Latvia
August - Netherlands
September - Denmark
October - Estonia
November - Austria
December - Norway
Day (of Birth)
1. Then gives you a hug
2. Then accidentally bitch-slaps you
3. Then suddenly trips over your foot
4. Then shows you the contents of his secretly sadistic mind
5. Then buys you a gift you've wanted for so long
6. Then sticks out his tongue at you
7. Then flirts unknowingly with you
8. Then sends a present
9. Then dies in your arms
10. Then plans a death contract with you
11. Then sends you to the authorities, for a l
APH Cleverbot Series: Russia (Crack)User: Privet, Cleverbot. ^J^.
Cleverbot: What is your name, then?
User: Da, I am Ivan Braginski. You become one, da? ^J^.
Cleverbot: But I am Russis, you become one with ME!
User: Hm... I don't think it works like that. You become one, da? ^J^.
Cleverbot: Are you the best AI?
User: I do not understand question.
Cleverbot: Do you think Lauren is a pretty name?
User: Nyet. I do not. *Grabs pickaxe*.
Cleverbot: That's not thinking!
Cleverbot: You are now one with Russia.
User: Da, but... I am Russia. ^J^.
Cleverbot: Are you Russia?
User: Da, that is what I said, silly intelligence. ^J^.
Cleverbot: What is artificial intelligence.
User: It is something that my pickaxe would like to thrash agains, da? ^J^.
Cleverbot: I'm a little sketched out now.
User: Good. ^J^.
Cleverbot: What do you just told me?
User: I tell you, that I want you to become one. ^J^.
Cleverbot: Are you female?
User: Nyet. I am Russia. I am male, and I like to break things with my pickax
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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