Three - Video//Action

[pakisunotpaku]

[Pakistan is sitting on her bed, tying a somewhat unwieldy bow around some rustic looking farming implements, primarily a hand plow.

She does not look like her normal cheerful self, and the light blue dubata she normally wears around her neck is missing.]

I hope this makes things better.

[She slides off of her bed, gathers up the tools in her

Comments

[hi_blog]

What are you doing with those tools?

[pakisunotpaku]

They're for Afghanistan. So we can plant a garden in the spring.

[hi_blog]

Why don't you place them in a basket instead of on her bed?

[pakisunotpaku]

Well, some of them wouldn't fit in a basket.

Action

[bulliednomore]

[Afghanistan had stepped out a bit earlier, exploring the mansion and admiring the various decorations - that is, at a distance.

Such a holiday wasn't ever celebrated in her country so seeing all the decorations was a new experience for the young nation. And, although neither she, nor Pakistan actually celebrated the holiday, Afghanistan still wanted to give her friend a present since it would be Quaid-e-Azam Day on Christmas. And she found the perfect gift - Pakistan's tricycle. The vendors had it somehow.

It was strange though. After the exchange, Afghanistan didn't feel the same about the gift. Some deep-rooted fear rose up and she couldn't understand it. Whenever she saw Pakistan within the mansion,

Despite her inexplicable mood changes, she now had Pakistan's tricycle and was rolling it into her room. When she sees her destroyed bed and Pakistan with a handful of farming tools, she stops in her tracks, incredibly confused...and a little scared.]

A-Afuu?

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[pakisunotpaku]

Keh! A-afghanistan! [Pakistan is a bit startled by her friend's entrance. She almost dropped the tools, held together precariously by a lopsided bow, as she turned to Afghanistan.]

This wasn't really--!

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[pakisunotpaku]

[She stopped speaking when she saw the tricycle Afghanistan had brought with her, distracted from her explanation.]

--Is that my tricycle?

[bulliednomore]

[Afghanistan nodded in response. Still a little afraid of Pakistan until she saw a certain prized plow amongst all the other tools. Forgetting about her destroyed bed, she became excited.]

A-Are those mine, afu?