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1)Choose one of your own characters. 2) Make them answer the following questions. 3) Then, tag three people. 4) Feel free to add some questions of your own. Character: South, Or Robert E. Davis 1) What gender are you? MALE! 2) What is your age? Uh, I look twenty one *shrugs* 3) Do you want a hug? Depends, are you a girl? 4) Do you have any bad habits? WELL OF COURSE, I get drunk a little too often, I drive my truck too fast, on and on and on… 5) What is your favourite food? ……..BEER…….:D 6) What is your favourite ice cream flavour? Hmmm, Vanilla sounds good :D 7) Are you a virgin? *South rape face* W

When I walked through the front door Berlin gave me that look that told me she was immersed in self-satisfaction. Athens trailed behind me, her hand clutching at the cloth of my jacket. "Hello Berlin" She said softly, Berlin smiled sadly, it was hard for her to feel what other people felt, but since WWII she had been working on it. "Hello Athens" she said and I walked away from Berlin and towards where I knew my brother was. He was cleaning the kitchen counter, as he always did twice after making dinner. "Prussia you are la-" he started then saw Athens behind me, her face was bright red a hand to her mouth nervously. He gave that look lik

When I had come across her seriously for the first time she was visiting Berlin. She was relatively short, her brown hair braided in the front, a blue and white hat over her head, almost concealing her eyes. Berlin had simply let her in the door and told her wait there until she was ready. The girl obliged, just standing completely still, it wasn't often Berlin left one of her friends in the room alone with me. "So what's your name?" I asked even though I already knew it, "I'm Athens" She said looked at me with neon green eyes. "Prussia" I said and pointed to myself, she smiled a bit and then Berlin came back. They left soon after, but I

 I wasn't sure who he was, but then again I wasn't sure who anyone was. All I could remember was Russia, and his hands, and his knife, and this damn room. He was tall, with messy dark blond hair, he wore glasses. He looked familiar, but I wasn't sure if he was the good kind of familiar, or the bad. "Berlin, is that you?" he said, was that me? Am I Berlin? I just looked at him, my arms did not want to work, nor did my mouth. "Answer me, come on. You're not-" he reached out a hand and put it to my throat, he checked my pulse. "A-alive" I told him, he was lucky he got that much from me. He set the backpack over his shoulder down. "We need t