A Kid Can Always Dream. SeaLat FanFiction"Latvia? Come on!" Spoke a voice with a thick English accent."Sealand?! But I'm at Mr Russia's! How did you- what?!" The Latvian male was confused as he clearly remembered that he was in bed, but the world around him was that of a library not a fairly comfortable bed which he shared with two other countries."Why are we in the lib-?!" He was cut off but this time not by his own confusion, but the other male, Sealand. The child had placed his lips on to his own."Sealand?! W-why did you k-k...I... do that?!" Spoke the still confused Latvian. Although he may have liked the feeling of having the younger's lips placed on his own, he would like to know why he did it in the first place."Well...I like you... And I read that to show that you like another person you...well you do that! Was I wrong?! Do you hate me?!" Sealand replied."You like me?" Said the now smiling Latvian."Yes..." Sealand said in a quiet voice.Just as Latvia leaned forward to let the boy know that he returned the flutt
I never saw it.I never saw it.I never saw the shadow of a woman clothed in tatty old rags.I never saw the way she looked through her cold, death seeking eyes.I never saw her face as she spoke the words slowly and carefully making no mistake.I never saw the rain that came with her like the tears of sadness that bursts from the eyes.I never saw her age, never in the twenty years.She always saw the way I ignored the very presence of another being on my establishment.But she never saw the reflection of the man I was then, but the man she saw at the day of her death.She saw a knife, and then the face of a man who was just waiting for the time.I never saw the blood seep from the punctured skin or the way her head caved in, leaving a trail of brain along the newly washed carpet.He always sees their reactions.And the 'pain' they go through.He sees the clock hit 12 and it happens, they go and they leave.