Chapter Seventeen, aru

Home Sweet Home

I need not make this story any longer – here's the short of it. Hungary decided she'd had quite enough excitement for one day and became quite cross. Neither of us dared or for that matter cared to stick around. Therefore we all nationported back to our respective homes.

This is what I mean when I say never trust whippersnappers, aru! Something is always bound to go wrong, aru…I mean, in this case it was not their fault, it was Moldova's and…partly mine, heh heh, but anything that has to do with young people is tricky business, aru…at least I can say I've learned my lesson, aru!

However, in case you are not satisfied Moldova did get better, and very quickly at that. Romania called me a week later to say that Moldova was back at home and cheery as ever. He said everything was OK (I know what that means! Yay!) and he wasn't even thinking of pressing charges, but that he still expected me to reimburse him for his pain and suffering, aru. I was just about to gratefully ask him how much he wanted when Hong Kong, who luckily happened to be visiting, snatched the mobile phone out of my awkward grip and made Romania sorry he had ever even tried.

I just don't know how he does it, aru.

P.S.: Here's a little something more. Hungary is secretly planning another reunion to which I am not invited, aru; neither is Moldova. I heard it from Poland, who is always on top of the gossip. This time Estonia and the Czechoslovakia sisters are coming too, as is Belarus (for some strange reason).

I bet the reason Hungary is keeping the second reunion so hush-hush is because she doesn't want my feelings to be hurt, aru. But I am actually glad I have not been invited, aru…even if I had been, I would have had to decline and coughed up an imaginary obstacle in the way of my going. There is no way I could have told her that I never wanted to have anything to do with whippersnapper's parties ever again, aru! Well. I said earlier that I've learned my lesson, aru…I guess poor little Elisabeta has also learned hers!

She now knows it as well as I: you just can't teach an old nation new tricks!

THE END, ARU…

Phew! It's over! No more suspense…

I've finally finished You Can't Teach An Old Nation New Tricks! I seriously didn't know if it would ever end. But it has.

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