The Boarding School – Chapter 1

I woke up in the morning. The terrible smell filled the room and wrapped it with disgusting layers. Brazil's fried ball again. America sighed and gasped and then I heard voices of some carnivorous animal. I assumed it is another meal of McFat. I heard knocks on the door.
"Brazil? United States? Israel?" we were called.
"What?" I replied.
"There's a soccer play in about half an hour from now, come and watch" the voice said from behind the door. I recognised it as Sweden's.
God, how deeply am I in love with Sweden. With the blue eyes and the long blond hair, her beauty and her wonderful traits, cold but, ach. I love her so deeply, but she'd never want me.
I opened the door to see her. And indeed I saw her with Georgia, her roommate. Even though she's a girl, she has a square head, litres of sweat and golden teeth.
"Good morning, 90 degrees" I said to Georgia.
She rolled her eyes.
"Who's playing?" Brazil asked from insides the room. He's already started eating his fried football.
"The preliminaries," Sweden said, "the Balkan vs North Africa".
"The Balkans don't have any chance" Brazil said.
"Do you think they're going to win North Africa?" I asked.
"Not necessarily, they'd just have to lose to either me or them", said Brazil.
We've all rolled our eyes. Even Brazil.
"Let's go already, we'll get ourselves a good sit," said Sweden.
"You're right" I said and we went out of the room, leaving behind the United States who's started to choke and make similar noises, of someone who's got a stroke.
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The Balkans c-r-u-s-h-e-d the North Africans. Probably because Algeria, Libya, Sudan and Egypt were occupied with revolutions insides themselves, while Mali, Ghana, Niger, Mauritania, Morocco, Ethiopia and Senegal were occupied by tribal dances.
That means that Greece, Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia, Romania, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Montenegro, Macedonia, Turkey, Albania, Bulgaria and Cyprus, raised a level and were meant to play against South America. Lost.
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China, Japan and Russia hit each other in the corridor. At some point, China scratched Japan and rice dropped through the scratch. After that, Russia pulled a knife and accidentally cut himself when Japan pushed him and lots of vodka dripped out, with just a few blood drops. "No!" Russia screamed and hurried to his room, to drink more vodka.
China and Japan spoke in rapid rhythm of speech until eventually they've started dancing in their place.
"Tea party at my room!" Britain cried.
Anyone who's been around stared at him.
"Tea party with biscuits at my room!" Britain cried again.
"Yes!" everyone screamed and ran to Britain's room.
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At the tea party, the following things have happened:
USA and Britain fought for the different accents.
Romania and Moldova kissed.
Belarus annoyed Russia through all this time to marry her.
France flirted with the girls.
Lithuania and Poland held hands.
Greece snored in the corner with a bottle of Ouzo.
Azerbaijan and Armenia hit each other and screamed that they want Nagorno-Karabakh.
And Holland and Colombia injected each other drugs and enjoyed together.
Relatively a regular day.
So, you got the life at the boarding school? Well done! Now we can move on to the real stories.

TBC.