We arrived at the carnival around 5:20. Italy held my hand the whole way, and I couldn't help but squeal with delight....of course...in my head. Music from the carnival could be heard from a mile away...
Topic: pasta
Pasta:the string of love (part 5)
"I'm sorry, I got a call from Germany-san. He said he needed to meet with me, and it was an important. Sorry, ___-chan, I really wanted talk with you longer." Japan said when he came back."Don't worry...
Pasta:the string of love (part 4)
The next day I walked really slowly to first period and skipped breakfast. The world lost its color, and people's words were slurred. Nothing seemed to appeal to me. I ignored teachers that passed by ...