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The glowing marbles of light illuminate the night sky, twinkling like millions of lanterns. The Milky Way, an indescribably beautiful pattern of thousands of sparkling colors, seems to streak across the sky like a paintbrush. Maybe it could be Feli's paintbrush. Alfred smiles to himself, remembering all of the pieces his Italian friend had painted, from a simple sketch of his cat to the realistic skyline of Florence or Rome. He checks his watch, glancing at the evening sky. Five minutes. It was already getting late, but Alfred didn't mind because it was a Friday, which meant party all night with no classes tomorrow. It was a very simple routine, almost a tradition. Every Friday, Alfred and Feli would hit the road and grab some gelato if the homework load was light and there was time to kill. Feli was going to an art class today, so Alfred spent the afternoon eating and playing video games. But it was the late night he a
APH PastaBurger OneshotFeliciano Vargas got constantly picked on through kindergarten onward. To the other kids, there was no better prey. He was small, skinny, and poor. His clothes were always ill-fitting, and then there was the funny-looking curl that stuck out the side of his head. Some of the others thought he was dumb, but he was smart enough to make C's and B's and the occasional A. He was a crybaby, too, and was afraid of the older ones who bullied him. It was like a routine every day. His lunch was stolen, he was constantly tripped, and sometimes, he was even so tormented that he was left outside on the playground, helplessly dangling from the monkey bars by his legs and a securely fastened jump rope.Until Alfred came.Whenever a new student came, it was like a lovely surprise. If they were weak, they would be bullied. If they were strong, they were immediately accepted into the gang. So when the new student hailing from America arrived, everyone watched him carefully.He was tall and lanky, but we
Belarus story promo!The only thing I sought was his warmth. I thought that if maybe I could stay by his side, I would have the warmth to treasure forever
I shiver, frowning when the cold wind snaps at my nose. My brother is just on the other side of the border, but I'm not going to cross. There's an icy distance between us, a barrier that starts at the borderline and courses all throughout the former territory of the Soviet Union. I would give anything to shatter the distance so that we could be together once more like we used to. He didn't hesitate to hide his anger and fear. But I stayed. And I always will.