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Hetalia story: my 50 f'ing kids: Delaware
Alfred thought for a moment before he began to type. He wasn't too sure where to start from, there were so many memories, but only so many could be shared to his First Lady.
"Delaware is my oldest child, my very first little girl. I love her to pieces. She is a smart girl that doesn't boast much, unless it's about her statehood. She loves many different animals, but she likes chickens. No, not for eating, but for pet company. She is very strong willed and hates to be told off. Her and New York have had a love hate relation ship for years. It's cute to watch, if you aren't their father that is..."
"Shut up, New York! I'm older!" A little blonde girl shouted in irritation.
"Only by a few days!"
"Hey! Hug and make up!" Alfred shouted from his perch. He was picking apples with his kids. They pouted.
"Or kiss and make up, I don't care!"
The kids both made a face and shook hands. Alfred noticed
pullSo pull the trigger,
take my life.
pull my final breaths from my lips.
I kneel here before you,
your gun at my temple,
my breath shallow.
I watch you. You are pathetic.
I dare you.
Soil your hands with my blood.
Would it be worth it?
You look so proud before me,
always fighting every step of the way.
Will it be worth it?
When you pushed me too far away.
Pull the trigger, quick and fast.
Your win is worth more than my life, you do know.
52. The princess in rags
There is a small envelope with a photo and two letters inside. They are folded and creased but still good. In the photo there is a small girl child holding a American made kodak camera fully extended above her head. The camera looks to be from the 1900s. The photo is grainy at best and looks as if the girl when she took the photo just couldn't keep still. She took a photo of her reflection. She looks to be very young and very thin. She has dark hair and dimples. She is in a white dress that flares about her, it has dust clinging to the bottom hem. The straps look to be uncomfortable on her, but that could just be due to her stature. The background is of a destroyed room, like a fight broke out within it. A woman is sitting in an armchair behind her. She looks like an older version of the child, but stunningly beautiful. The woman is dressed in something similar to the daughter, but her dress is simply cleaner. The mother looks worn and tired but proud, sinfully proud. He
00. Introduction of the photos
00. The introduction.
There is an Polaroid photo with a note on the back of it, the photo is very dark and of poor quality, all you can see in the picture is a ornamental box. It looks to be made of marble and there are butterflies carved into and on it. The note is on very old and brittle paper with words scratched out viciously as if with a sharp point.
The note reads:
Hello, my name is
XxXxXxXand I have recently acquired a box of my grandfathers things. It is a box full of photographs and letters. I XxXxXxXT. XxXxXwant to show the world how a group of photos can show different views of the world. I hope you enjoy it, if not, then all Ts well, you still learnt something, hmm?
E. T. R or, the young woman with the photos
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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