Post by yukiyoshihama on Jun 30, 2010 22:00:01 GMT -5
.....The short Japanese man groaned once more, hugging his upset stomach. Having the urge to let it all out once more, but he just couldn't handle it. Even the soothing sounds of the wind playing with the leaves couldn't calm him down, nor the ripples of the water dancing around.
.....It was strange that he, who was usually peaceful and healthy, had stomach issues after eating his meal. It was like any other meal he had. Some Yudofu, white sticky rice that was good to eat with seaweed, and some miso soup. He tried to think back to what could have caused such a painful process.
.....It finally came to Japan, as if he should've known it from the beginning. Russia. The man with two faces and is feared by everyone (well, almost everyone). Kiku made a bitter face, twisted with both the desire of revenge and the begging for the awful stomach pain to end.
.....The stomach pain wasn't like other pains that people would've known. It was like laying on 1000 needles that were on fire, pressing down hard, just focusing on the stomach. The burning sensation which slowly recovered, but not soon enough.
.....Japan groaned again, but this time, he was able to move around better. He silently, in his mind, gave himself a pat on the back.
.....Watch out Russia Japan thought with a smirk, you'll rue the day when you mess with Honda Kiku.
.....It was strange that he, who was usually peaceful and healthy, had stomach issues after eating his meal. It was like any other meal he had. Some Yudofu, white sticky rice that was good to eat with seaweed, and some miso soup. He tried to think back to what could have caused such a painful process.
.....It finally came to Japan, as if he should've known it from the beginning. Russia. The man with two faces and is feared by everyone (well, almost everyone). Kiku made a bitter face, twisted with both the desire of revenge and the begging for the awful stomach pain to end.
.....The stomach pain wasn't like other pains that people would've known. It was like laying on 1000 needles that were on fire, pressing down hard, just focusing on the stomach. The burning sensation which slowly recovered, but not soon enough.
.....Japan groaned again, but this time, he was able to move around better. He silently, in his mind, gave himself a pat on the back.
.....Watch out Russia Japan thought with a smirk, you'll rue the day when you mess with Honda Kiku.
