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 The sun had just started to make its way into the sky. Yekatrina looked out of her window meet the day, which she always does with a smile. Today she was going to the market to buy some groceries since it was her day off. Yekatrina grabbed her handbag, locked the door to her flat, and set out for the market. ~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~ The market: http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/jonesy55/dscf1163.jpg Antonio couldn't possibly ask for a better day. The weather was nice and warm and he was soaking up

(name) had always loved flowers. Whenever she wasn't working at her family's bakery, she was helping out in her grandparent's garden. (name) planted, weeded, harvested, and watered. But her favorite place to be at her grandparent's house was her grandfather's sunflower field. The golden blooms made (name) feel at warm and comfortable. (name) would often fall asleep in the vast field from being so at ease and free of stress. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^^ Ivan Braginski was the son of a potato farmer who drank too much vodka. His father was a mean drunk and beat his mother whenever she was in his way. Iv

*****This is an assignment for my history class that I thought would be neat to turn into a hetalia story. This is my first story, so please go easy on me and enjoy!***** A young woman weeps at her mother's bedside as her dying breath fills the air. The young woman, Yekatrina, sobs fill pierce the cold air. She is terrified of having to live alone with her father who drinks in excess from the stress of the famine. He becomes frustrated and leaves Yekatrina black and blue often lately. She prays, holding onto her mother's limp hand, listening to the sound of cruel raindrops beating against the roof. Her mother's hands are almost as cold as th