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“________-_________!  ¿Cómo estás ahì? Are you finished with your line?!?” As your friend said that, you fell on your back on the watery soil. Not really caring about your state. Why did you? Simple, too tired. And it was not some time of the night, it was 7 o’clock in the morning. How did you manage to end like this? Lack of sleep? Oh, no no. That night you slept soundly. It was simply fault of that friend of yours, that cheery, life-is-beautiful, the-sun-is-high, tomato-lover Antonio. All the junctures of your body were terribly screaming in pain, for standing up too much in one shot. Bring

Loud noises, wood crashing towards other wood, nails towards nails. If you could, you’d already leave this work to America and Russia and go away. Problem was, it was a punishment. So here you are, fixing the broken bench Gilbert happened to stumble on, with Austria. Some days ago you and Austria decided to play a little prank on that annoying guy, Gilbert. Your plan was to cover him with eggs and run away, you were so excited to finally repay him with the same coin. Something went wrong: the albino stumbled over one of the benches of the school’s park and covered himself with red, yellow and brown leaves. Surely you both laug