I am Scotland. I have been having these weird dreams lately where I am walking and I come upon these weird ancient ruins. I don't know what the heck they're about, but whatever they are about, I'm going to find out. Earlier today, I dared Russia to bring his favorite type of alcohol into school and whoever gets caught first has to give the other one $50. It didn't go so well. We both got drunk and got into a fight. Right now I'm standing in the schoolyard in a drunken fight with Russia.
"You really think you're going to win this time, lad?" I said, a smirk on my face. Italy ran up behind me.
"Scotland, this isn't the way to solve your problems."
"Go away, little boy." I said, my voice slurring. Then, I punched Russia really hard, making his hat fall off and him to fall back and hit his head on a rock. It looked like it hurt, but I really didn't remember that much. I remember Italy putting a hand to his face in disappointment. That's it.
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Ruins
Adventure"You know how when something sad happens to you and you say that you lose a part of yourself?" The voice said. I nodded. "Yes." "Did you know that there was a way to get them back?"
