













What really happened to PrussiaTwas a quiet Saturday morning in the Spanish colony of the Philippines. The sun was rising, the tropical breeze was rolling in, and the only sounds to be heard were the chirping of birds, rustling of trees in the wind, and the melodic lapping of the Pacific ocean on the white sand coastline. Maria was just waking up and preparing for breakfast when a familiar spanish accented voice called from down the hall.
"Mariiiiiaaaaa!" Antonio called(or whined).
"Yes Papa?" Maria responded without looking up from her cooking. She was making fried eggs and rice for breakfast.
"I just wanted to warn you that today, an old friend of ine will be stopping

No more vodka...Thanks for letting me write this, ~spogunasya!
__________________________________________________________________________________________
It was a normal afternoon for our little nation Philippines(Maria), as she returned home from her trip to Russia with her boss. Ivan had given her some new vodka of his and Maria was looking forward to a peaceful drink at home. She opened the door of her humble home and put the Vodka on her kitchen table. She walked to her bedroom deciding to take a siesta before sampling the vodka Ivan gave her. She checked her bedside clock. It was 2:00. Good, I'll get up around 5:00 and make dinner, then try that Vodk








