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Warning for crude humor and Romano language. ____________________________ His heart was beating fast, breathing hard as he cautiously leaned his back on the brick wall. His face was hot and red from running as he feels his sweat sliding down his back.  Romano dared to peek. He edged his head on the corner, carefully trying to see if there is any sign of him. The garden behind the school building was empty, thank goodness! Romano sighed. Crickets sang their cheery summer cricks as the vegetable garden in front of him lay deserted. He slumped on the ground, trying to catch his breath. How long has it been that he spends lunch tim

You stood alone, off to the side of the dance floor, people watching. You were a relatively new country, and for the most part the other countries ignored you. It wasn't as if you were lonely or anything-or so you told yourself to keep from crying. However it would be nice to have someone to talk to for a while. But you refused to dwell on that. You simply continued to watch the other countries as they enjoyed the party. Watching the others smile and laugh and talk made you feel less alone, and brought a small, sad smile to your face. You watched as England tried to get America to behave like a gentleman, though how England figured strangli