[Poland scratches her nails along the skin of the fruit, her eyebrows furrowing. Whoever was responsible for sharing something like this made her angry too. Poland hadn't pried for all these years, even though she was aching for Lithuania to finally feel like she could confide in her-- only to have it shared with strangers in the pages of some silly murder rule book?]
I can pretend it didn't happen if you want. If that's easier I mean.
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I can pretend it didn't happen if you want. If that's easier I mean.