Sunlight streamed through the trees, bathing the porch in light. The warmth made the air heavy-contentedly, peacefully-and the quiet was broken only by the simple strumming of a guitar.
And then, not long after a few notes are left to hang in the hazy air, a voice-untrained, but pleasant enough-joined the notes, Spanish intertwining easily with
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Hey, is that kid who I think it is?
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[...He wants to say 'I hope so'; it's so obviously and painfully the truth. But--]
Maybe it would be better if he doesn't, though. It can be kind of dangerous here.
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*a pause* But shouldn't he start being a man - a nation, well, you know what I mean. You can't protect him forever.
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I know. I know I can't watch out for him forever.
...But he can't take care of himself, and I can't let anything happen to him!
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But I just have to say that there's a difference between babying someone and helping someone. Ah, you'll figure it out eventually! *chuckles*
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Uh...I'll try...?
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I know that. Romano is independent.
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Ah well, like I said, you'll figure it out eventually.
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...It doesn't matter, anyway. He isn't here.
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*a smile of sort* And don't worry about it! You guys will probably stay the same no matter what happens.
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I guess not all of us are very good with change.
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*Oh that guy and his cavalries.*
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Why? What's wrong with Poland?
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