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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:16 pm
 Raivis "Latvia" Galante - > iAmeriko
Andrea "Liechtenstein" Vaduz - > KaiKashi Shion
Act One: Meeting
Scene I: Art Class
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:31 pm
Latvijas Republika
XOX Raivis Galante 
The blonde haired boy walked into the classroom with light trending steps. He shook a few times. He was silently praying that Ivan wasn't there. Ivan always picked on him and he was fed up with it now. The only problem with that is that he couldn't and would not speak back to the taller and bigger boy. It was almost a death threat to him. And he very much liked being alive. It was nice, like flowers, and food.
He took his seat and placed his book sack underneath his chair. According to his schedule, he had art this hour. Of course. He was only actually good at painting those damn little matryoshka dolls. Again, that was only because Ivan made him. He looked up and squirmed in his chair at little. The pre-class anxiety was settling in. Oh God, what if Ivan was in this class too? He would have to get out if he was. The only thing he could do at this moment was mess with his tie. It was a bit tight and was choking him.
While messing with his tie, his ID card fell off and onto the ground. He bent over to grab the card that plainly said his name, Raivis Galante. His chair had over ideas. It tipped over and nearly brought him with it. He Raivis clung onto the table he was sitting at. Lucky for him, his weight did not make the table tip more. Then again, the table probably weighted more than him. Damn Ivan making him run so much. He would never gain weight at this rate.
He picked up his chair and sat it upright. He dusted at it and replaced his book sack underneath it. He hoped that nobody had noticed. Everyone has done that, right? He hoped because everything bad always seemed to happen at him. Please send some good luck my way. He wished as he closed his eyes briefly. That was be nice. Good luck instead of bad luck.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 10:27 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:38 pm
Latvijas Republika
XOX Raivis Galante
The feminine voice alerted him that his fail with the chair was seen. He straighten up and attempted to suppress the jump he almost did when the voice spoke. He turned around shakily and nodded. "I-I fine. Thanks." He said. He looked at the person. It was a girl. He told that by the purple ribbon in her hair. He would have mistaken her for a boy if it wasn't for that ribbon. It wouldn't have been his fault. Her chest was just so flat. He wanted to reach out a grab it. Yeka, Ivan's older sister, had some of the biggest knockers around. Since he was so short sometimes when she would hug him his face would get planted into her chest. He got flustered at the thought and keep his hands to himself. It wasn't like he touched himself like most boys but, there is no point for this sentence.
Anyway, as the blush crept away he tried to recompose himself. "I'm Raivis." He said. It would be best for him to at least attempt to make friends with this girl. He stuck his hand out and waited for her to shake it. He looked up and made eye contact with the girl. He blinked once before looking away. The only thing his eyes could find at the moment was the clock. Class hadn't even started yet. Great, he wanted it to be over so he could go home.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 9:05 pm
Liechtenstein
Andrea Vaduz "It's a pleasure to meet you, Raivis. I'm Andrea." She said. The Liechtenstinean offered her hand. Maybe she would have bowed, but the meeting was anything but formal. She wondered if she was making him feel awkward. She was usually an awkward girl when she wasn't around her friends. But hey, this could very well be a friend. Or enemy, both can easily form. As Shakespeare said, a flower is good and evil, sweet and poisonous, depending on the dormant side. This one looked nice though. That loudmouth Alfred was a bit stuck up, this was a nice change. Big brother Basch had asked her to stay away. The American was very unorganized, he said. According to him, that was bad for psychology.
But in truth, sometimes she worried about him. He worried far too much. In fact, he could learn from America. Everyone could, really. Except for eating and exercise habits. Please, spare the world of Big Macs and exercise tapes that with one look will make you cling to your sexual orientation. Again something The Swiss kept away from her. But she was just as sure he had a book of dirty pictures. All men did, even Alfred's quiet friend, Kiku.  
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