The--Netherlands

"I'm bored." "Hm?" blue eyes stared hard at amber ones, "Why do you always say that on every language lesson, Bruder?" "Because I don't like language lessons." "Why don't you like it?" "It's pointless, and tiring." "Language is the foundation of a nation," the smaller head nodded seriously, "So you cannot say it's pointless." "Whenever you nod like that, you look exactly like Papa." The younger kid smiled. "It's not a compliment." the older one snorted, frowned, "I don't like Papa. So it's more than possible that I don't like you either." "I don't think so." "Yeah right." "Bruder Gil told me. We're brothers, so we have to like each

Ik hou van jou. Hou jij van wat niet kan. Hou jij van je capaciteiten, ik van je gebreken. Jij van je trots, en ik van hoe die zacht kan breken in mijn armen. Jij van je moed. Ik van je zwakte...nu en dan. Hou jij van de toekomst. Ik van wat voorbij is gegaan. Hou jij van de honderd levens die je wilde leven. Ik hou van dat ene dat is overgebleven en van hoe je daarom zo ver weg kunt zijn dicht...tegen me aan. Ik hou van wat is. Jij van wat zou. Hou jij van mij. Ik hou van jou. -- ((Finally...a translation! *shot* Don't even complain for my English, guys...it's hard to express in English words what I meant in Dutch OTL)) I love y

"Hup! Ahh…nee…nee…neee!" A slim, pink salmon moves slickly from the fingers that surrounded it, quickly, as if it wants to show the fingers owner that those fingers are no match for it. It wiggles its body and falls down to the river with a small splashing sound while the fingers owner sighs in displeased tone. "Damn it!" The fingers owner is a girl, a blond haired, green eyed young girl about 10 years old. She wears a blue bandanna tied up in a ribbon on the side of her head, a light blue semi-soaked dirndl with a matching bluish white apron tied tightly on her waist and the sleeves rolled up, ready to try her luck at catch

It was 2 in the morning. It was 2 in the morning. It was 2 in the morning… I laid my head carelessly on the couch's puffy arm, simply not in the mood to sleep. In fact, I'm not in the mood to do anything but to think. Think, think, just think with my blank mind. Yesterday's work was almost the same as how it usually is, plenty, but easy to do. Today it won't be much different. I will have no difficulties in finishing them even without sleeping for a couple of days or more. I glanced at the clock just to give my wide-awaken eyes some job. Why, I wasn't surprised that I'm right. It was 2 in the morning indeed. August…17th. That