Post by Jiku the Orangesicle on Oct 27, 2012 1:03:28 GMT -5
WELLLCOMEEE TO ARGENTINA'S CASA!!! WOOOO! XDDDD Post here only if you are interacting with Argentina at HIS place and not at yours or a World Conference.
Cristina Fernández de Kirchner, Argentina's boss, entered the house quietly. Argentina was asleep with his sketchbook on his chest. Cristina Fernández de Kirchner tiptoed past the sleeping country and into her study, which she had built in the county's house so she could be closer to him in case of emergency. Argentina, with his unusually sharp hearing, heard the door to his boss' study shut and woke up. He looked around for his sketchbook and pencils and began sketching. That's when he realized something... His sketches were mostly of North Korea and Sweden. Did that mean anything? He just shook his head and began to draw. But the drawing time was short lived as the scar on his arm began to sting badly. He rolled up his sleeves and sighed deeply. The scar was bleeding again, as it did often. He grabbed his roll of bandaging and began to wrap it silently, as he did whenever it began to bleed. As he wrapped his arm up, Argentina began to remember his days with Spain and his other siblings when he was little. Argentina was only 2 years younger than Spain, so most of his siblings, except for Paraguay, were younger. Then a memory he'd never seen before flashed in his mind. A shadowy figure... a sword... his brother screaming his name... waking up in a hospital.... Then it hit him. That's where the scar came from! he thought, taping the bandage up, But who did that to me? He then looked on his computer and saw an e-mail from Spain. It talked of a Euro Meeting. Silly hermano... you aren't supposed to send that to ALL of your contacts.... and you're the tech genius? he thought, sending a reply email that said:
Argentina sighed and laid his head on the desk. After a little while, the young nation was asleep.
Cristina Fernández de Kirchner, Argentina's boss, entered the house quietly. Argentina was asleep with his sketchbook on his chest. Cristina Fernández de Kirchner tiptoed past the sleeping country and into her study, which she had built in the county's house so she could be closer to him in case of emergency. Argentina, with his unusually sharp hearing, heard the door to his boss' study shut and woke up. He looked around for his sketchbook and pencils and began sketching. That's when he realized something... His sketches were mostly of North Korea and Sweden. Did that mean anything? He just shook his head and began to draw. But the drawing time was short lived as the scar on his arm began to sting badly. He rolled up his sleeves and sighed deeply. The scar was bleeding again, as it did often. He grabbed his roll of bandaging and began to wrap it silently, as he did whenever it began to bleed. As he wrapped his arm up, Argentina began to remember his days with Spain and his other siblings when he was little. Argentina was only 2 years younger than Spain, so most of his siblings, except for Paraguay, were younger. Then a memory he'd never seen before flashed in his mind. A shadowy figure... a sword... his brother screaming his name... waking up in a hospital.... Then it hit him. That's where the scar came from! he thought, taping the bandage up, But who did that to me? He then looked on his computer and saw an e-mail from Spain. It talked of a Euro Meeting. Silly hermano... you aren't supposed to send that to ALL of your contacts.... and you're the tech genius? he thought, sending a reply email that said:
Hermano (Brother),
I'm not a Euro country, but thanks? And do you know who gave me the scar on my arm when I was little? Thanks,
Su hermanito, Argentina (Your little brother, Argentina)
I'm not a Euro country, but thanks? And do you know who gave me the scar on my arm when I was little? Thanks,
Su hermanito, Argentina (Your little brother, Argentina)
Argentina sighed and laid his head on the desk. After a little while, the young nation was asleep.