Can We Live Again chp. 8"So. We're stuck in here."
I looked over at Ivan and nodded. "Looks like it."
Ivan sighed and sat in the corner of the small five by seven concrete cell. "They're so cruel."
"It's called temporary holding." Paul said from outside the cell, turning a page in his book.
I sighed and scooted over to Ivan, settling against him. "Ivan, how do you know Lucian?"
Ivan put his arm around me and rubbed my cheek. "Lucian was the one who taught me how vampires are expected to act. Then he taught me how most of them act. I found a balance, just like he did long ago."
"How old is he?" I asked, looking up at Ivan.
"He's about... 50, 60, I dunno. He got turned in post-World War II Romania along with Zaharia so they're pretty old." He said, smiling.
The black phone hanging on the wall suddenly rang and Paul jumped, his Stephen King book flying out of his hands as he fumbled with the phone, finally getting it to his ear.
"Hello, Paul." He paused. "... Mnhm. Yes. Yes my Queen. Yes. Okay. I got it. Okay. G
Can We Live Again chp. 7"Where is he? Where is the boy?"
I flinched as Queen Soledad's powerful voice came from atop her throne. "I don't know, Queen Soledad."
Queen Soledad stood up, her golden heels clacking on the marble floor as she walked down the steps to me. She stopped in front of me, her flaxen hair slipping over her shoulders as she bent down to stare me in the eye. Her blood red eyes were unsettlingly unreadable. "Ivan Szelsky, if you are lying to me about this boy-"
"I am not, I assure you." I interrupted, resisting my urge to back away from her stare.
Queen Soledad narrowed her eyes before straightening, the gold sash around her waist slipping along the floor as she walked back to her throne. She then sat back down, the white-and-gold material settling around her in a big whoopmf. "Ivan, I am trusting you for the moment. But if you are lying-"
"I have Bellatio Giotore personally escorting him to Court." I interrupted yet again. "Do not fret, Queen Soledad."
Queen Soledad coughed delicately and ta
Always and Forever chp. 2
I jumped a little when my book was shoved out of one of my hands, a face taking its place. "You're like a cat that wants attention." I told Poland, pushing my bookmark into my book and laying it beside me.
"I'm not a cat but I do want attention." Poland replied, smiling at me.
I noted that his hair was wet and that he was wearing another of my shirts. "You took a shower, didn't you?"
Poland nodded, looking down at my lap. "Can I sit or something?"
"Of course." I said, smiling at him.
Poland slid onto his side beside me and laid his head in my lap.
I smiled at rubbed his arm, picking my book up and holding it in one hand.
"Liet, can I ask you something?" Poland asked abruptly after a while of silence.
I immediately looked away from my book, unlike other people who would've finished the sentence, and looked down at him, still twirling a lock of his hair around my finger. "Yes Pol?"
"Am I... pretty?" Poland asked, his hand grabbing my knee.
"Of course you are." I said, brushing some of hi
LIKE A BOSSDenmark- : D HEY GAIZ
Norway- What the h-l are you doing.
Denmark- *has bunny ears on* Whatever do you mean.
Iceland- Those retarded ears. *flicks Denmark's bunny ears*
Denmark- O: THEY ARE NOT RETARDED! *storms off*
China- YO. CHECK DA SHADES.
Korea- O: DEM SHADES
-TO WHEREVER THE CRAP DENMARK IS-
Denmark- *sobbing* T-THEY'RE S-SO M-MEAN
Belgium- D: DEN WHAT'S THE MATTER?!
Denmark- THEY'RE SO MEAN TO ME *sobs on Belgium's shoulder*
Belgium- D: *huggles Denmark*
China- *likeaboss down the street*
America- What are you doing?
China- ROCKIN' MAH SHADES.
China- *smacks America LIKEABOSS*
China- *walks down the street likeaboss*
-Back to Nor and Ice-
Iceland- Do you think we hurt his feelings?
Norway- *sips soda* Do you think I give a s-t?
Belgium- Denmark. MAN UP.
Denmark- BUT M-MAH BUNNY EARS ARE ADORABLE. D':
Belgium- Yes they are. But go
Always and Forever chp. 1
I kept swirling my stirrer around in my coffee, watching the cinnamon dance around the surface of the mocha. "I don't even like coffee." I mumbled absently to myself. "And yet I paid fifteen lits for it." I poked the side of the styrofoam cup, sighing.
"Let's do something entertaining with it." I said, a small spark of an idea appearing. I lifted the coffee cup by its lid, praying to God that it wouldn't fall, and held it out away from my table. I then took the stirrer and stabbed the side of the cup with it, surprised when it actually went through. I smiled and let the light brown liquid pour out from the small hole near the bottom of the cup, finding slight amusement in the plopping of the coffee on the cobblestone.
"Okay, now we gotta go throw this away." I said, popping the lid off of the coffee cup after I was satisfied that all the coffee was out of it. I tossed the stirrer into it and stood up from the chair, observing the outside cafe and pinpointing a black trash can a few yar