Re: Russia/Poland - hatesex [1/?]
anonymous
January 18 2009, 13:42:11 UTC
It's gonna be LONG. And I'm deeply sorry for any mistakes >.> Besides it's not quite historical, but... it's happening before 10th October 1920, but timing isn't exactly accurate either ^^". I will write some notes in the last part, if anyone's interested ;d
Feliks wasn’t drunk, but he was slowly getting there.
Because hey - it wasn’t like Russia, of all countries, held the monopoly on drinking. He, Poland, was quite proud of his drunks too, thank you very much. And besides, even Russia couldn’t resist polish vodka (but Russia couldn’t resist any form of alcohol if it was only strong enough, so maybe it wasn’t the best example).
Feliks frowned, staring dully at his half-empty glass.
There had to be a better example somewhere.
(And he was DEFINITELY getting there.)
He was just about to pour some more vodka into his glass, when the bottle was jerked from the table.
“What the-“ started Feliks, turning around and finding himself facing thick coat and ridiculous scarf (so lame).
late answer is very late
anonymous
February 10 2009, 15:32:55 UTC
Thank you so much for your kind words Anon, and for pointing that mistake out too! Yes, I'm painfully aware that I have a problem with 'the's and 'a's >.> I'll have to work on it more! Also, I'm glad that you like the story! You're the only one that reviewed it all and I was scared the ending sucks v.v
And I'm deeply sorry for any mistakes >.>
Besides it's not quite historical, but... it's happening before 10th October 1920, but timing isn't exactly accurate either ^^". I will write some notes in the last part, if anyone's interested ;d
Feliks wasn’t drunk, but he was slowly getting there.
Because hey - it wasn’t like Russia, of all countries, held the monopoly on drinking. He, Poland, was quite proud of his drunks too, thank you very much. And besides, even Russia couldn’t resist polish vodka (but Russia couldn’t resist any form of alcohol if it was only strong enough, so maybe it wasn’t the best example).
Feliks frowned, staring dully at his half-empty glass.
There had to be a better example somewhere.
(And he was DEFINITELY getting there.)
He was just about to pour some more vodka into his glass, when the bottle was jerked from the table.
“What the-“ started Feliks, turning around and finding himself facing thick coat and ridiculous scarf (so lame).
“Zdravstvujtye, Polsha.”
Poland looked up.
“I do ( ... )
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Also, I'm glad that you like the story! You're the only one that reviewed it all and I was scared the ending sucks v.v
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....And historicaly relevant too?? Anon, from now you own the entire internets. It will be delivered to your door shortly.
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