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Of AmusementThe first and most general definition of 'of' was 'from; in specific'. Derived from, resulting from, separated from, proceeding as a product from, made from, at a distance apart from, the most important from...Of Amusement by ~SpeakingThroughWords
Of. Of. Of.
From. From. From.
The Basic Law stipulated Hong Kong would enjoy a high degree of 'autonomy' in all matters except foreign relations and military defense. Basically, from the 'Basics', Hong Kong was only able to do what he wanted when it came to himself. When it came to anyone else, it went thru China. He was only allowed to see people, talk to people, do anything with anyone if China agreed that it was all right first of all. Because Hong Kong derived of China. He was a result of China. He was notseparated of China. He was a product of China. He was made of China.
A distance apart from the rest of th
InterestTo tell the truth, Switzerland was not certain that he looked all that good in white. Sure, that was not the point of this, to look good. It was why he had not commented. No, it was because he had returned home and the light in the living room was on that he thought about it. It was not Lichtenstein, because then all of the lights would be on, not simply the television.Interest by ~SpeakingThroughWords
Biting back a sigh, Switzerland did not even bother to remove his wings as he entered the other room to see the Asian sitting on his couch and watching the television. From staring at the back of the other's head, Switzerland looked up at the screen. Then at the Blu-ray box.
"Clones of Bruce Lee?" he asked hollowly. Hong Kong looked up at him.
"'Hello, Dr. Nye,'" he quoted in his monotone. "'Did you have a hard day'?"
Switzerland felt rather awkward right now. So he ignored a
Europe SkiesIt was not as if he had not heard the nicknames.Europe Skies by ~SpeakingThroughWords
'The hermit of Europe' was the first one Vash heard which made him finally realize they were talking about him. He was not certain why he equivocated it to himself just then, but the application made sense. It was not as if he did not know what the other Nations thought of him. He had never tried to be popular with them. All he had ever wanted was the ability to cooperate with them, a peaceful survival.
Sitting out at a shop, reading an endangered newspaper, and watching his people had become a pastime he did not question. If his schedule did not remind him otherwise, he could forget about the world and just sit there. For hours he would watch his people.
It gave him an odd sense of peace, one which had nothing to do with anything else, with war, with conflict, with anyone. This was all him and in wat