After WW2, Germany has felt guilt towards Poland. But the feeling of forgiveness has brought up the sad, yet beautiful emotion; love. Then a crisis that involves the disappearance of several countryhumans. And the German tries to help the Polish. On...
I went to work and on the way, Kosovo was there. He seemed to be waiting for someone, then his eyes locked onto me, "Um..." I mumbled, "Polonia, why did you fly yesterday?" he asked with an anxious face. He saw me flying, "I told you to hide your wings," he scowled, "I... I," I uttered, "I can't help myself, I love to fly," I excused, "I guess I can't stop you," he sighed. I loured and continued to walk to work.
I saw a glimpse of the German leaving my office, I shrugged it off.
I sauntered into my office with my hood on, "The heck is this?" I asked as I picked up a note I found on my desk.
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As soon as I saw the handwriting, I knew it was from Germany. I almost forgot about the investigation. Lol.
{Timeskip, *lazy*}
After work, Germany was already waiting for me by the door, "Let's go Polen," he said and put my hood up for me. "Sh*t!" I thought as I reddened and we walked along the empty street.
