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A Bad Hair DayWith a sigh of exasperation, Norway lifted himself from the kneeling position he had been in. Looks like he wasn't under the bed either. He swore that kid got better at hiding every damn time, and it always took forever to find him. He wouldn't be surprised to see the day when he would be searching a century before he found his brother. All of this difficulty just because of a haircut!
Walking on WaterSweden found himself adrift in a sea of white.
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A Bad Hair Day
With a sigh of exasperation, Norway lifted himself from the kneeling position he had been in. Looks like he wasn't under the bed either. He swore that kid got better at hiding every damn time, and it always took forever to find him. He wouldn't be surprised to see the day when he would be searching a century before he found his brother. All of this difficulty just because of a haircut!
Just when he was about to give up for the day, he heard the faintest hint of shuffling as he entered the kitchen. Norway whipped his head in the direction of the noise, which just so happened to be the pantry...which was twice the height of his brother. Not even bothering to wonder how the hell he got up there (he learned early on not to be surprised when his little brother did the impossible), Norway quietly made his way to the pantry. Slowly opening the creaky wooden door, he peered inside the dark pantry, a small sigh of relief escaping him as he saw exactly whom he was looking for.
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Walking on Water
Sweden found himself adrift in a sea of white.
The snow had come early, coating the ground, and a succession of clear but cold days and freezing nights had left it crusted and grainy. His boots crunched through with every step, leaving an ankle-deep trail as the only flaw in the crystalline surface. The trail wavered, for Sweden's usually expert navigational skills were stymied by a blanket of fog that had moved into the valley overnight, forcing him to regain his bearings one tree at a time as the familiar shapes of the trunks came into view through the mist. He wasn't worried about getting lost, however—he had made this journey too many times for that to be a concern, and in any case the brightness of the sun filtering through the fog suggested that it would burn off soon.
It was starting to break up half an hour later when Sweden arrived at his destination: the charred stump of a lightning-struck tree on the shore of a lake. He was the first to arrive, as usual. With a sigh of
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Kaiser Germany was relaxing in his hunting lodge, sipping a good ale while listening to the music of Richard Strauss.
He watched as the weather was getting progressively worse. The dropping temperatures and increasing rains were signs that snow- and winter- were not too far off. Kaiser Germany loved winter- the peace, the quiet, the falling snow. It would be a relief after the hell he had been through recently.
Kaiser Austria had been shot and killed by Serbia a while ago. Kaiser Germany wasn't surprised; the guy was a more than a little pretentious and had been a bit of a dick to Serbia for quite some time. He had it going to him.
But then, all of a sudden, France, Britain, and Tsar Russia were harassing Kaiser Germany! He had caught France trying to commit armed robbery, Britain setting fire to the surrounding forests, and innumerable hitmen sent by Tsar Russia to assassinate him, for God's sake! He had gotten proper revenge, sort of.
He almost made it to France's hou
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