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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 290px; line-height: 95%; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 8pt;overflow: auto; width: 300px;] the hall was quiet, yet the sound of desperate protests run from the large wooden door. inside were the nordic countries an the small island of sesklio. her face was a red with rage as she looked at the sitting countries with pure hatred. "how dare you! i have people to support, just like you do! and you go and do this to me?!" her fist slamming the table as emphasis, she snarled towards them. they had let her down too many times, but this was it.
they had cut her off from all trades, basically the only source of supplies the isolated land got. "you know what? fine! i'm done with you all, letting me down over and over again! kutomba wewe!(f*ck you)" and with that said, she turned her back to them and pushed open the doors, storming down the hall. how could they do this? after all this time she felt she could trust them, but no. even finland cut her off! this meant the small island's end; and the end of her.
but the panicking thoughts were cut off when the familiar voice of a certain norwegian rang from down the hall.
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