Post by Mexico - José Francisco on Mar 30, 2019 19:00:10 GMT
José considered himself a genuinely nice person, who would help another struggling. He had to be a nice person because his neighbor certainly gave North America a bad name. It was up to José to represent the truth about North America to the world, and not let ego arrogant idiots dictate the conversation. José was super nice, and he had witnessed a terrible crime last year when Germany completely choked during the World Cup. Germany, one of the best football players out there, just….it was almost like watching a train accident. Germany was struggling, and José knew he could help.
Never being one to recognize any type of boundaries between himself and other nations, José ended up hopping over the back fence of Ludwig's house. He had gotten lost trying to find Ludwig’s place, and finally managed to, but managed to somehow be facing the back instead of the front of the home. Though José had no idea and thought it was the front, even if he found it strange that there wasn’t a clear entrance. Germans, who was José to judge their setup? He hadn’t told Ludwig his plans to visit and help the struggling nation, mostly because José had completely forgotten he had not told Ludwig. When he first came up with this wonderful idea, he had been….a tad inebriated, and basically hopped on a plane here without another thought.
He went to the back door and found it locked. He considered knocking, and then considered that the open window would be just as easy. He walked through the bush and went through the window, exploring the area of the house he was now in, with the football under his arm. “Ludwig! Hola! I'm here for our game! You ready!” he shouted into the house, hoping it would grab the nation’s attention.
Never being one to recognize any type of boundaries between himself and other nations, José ended up hopping over the back fence of Ludwig's house. He had gotten lost trying to find Ludwig’s place, and finally managed to, but managed to somehow be facing the back instead of the front of the home. Though José had no idea and thought it was the front, even if he found it strange that there wasn’t a clear entrance. Germans, who was José to judge their setup? He hadn’t told Ludwig his plans to visit and help the struggling nation, mostly because José had completely forgotten he had not told Ludwig. When he first came up with this wonderful idea, he had been….a tad inebriated, and basically hopped on a plane here without another thought.
He went to the back door and found it locked. He considered knocking, and then considered that the open window would be just as easy. He walked through the bush and went through the window, exploring the area of the house he was now in, with the football under his arm. “Ludwig! Hola! I'm here for our game! You ready!” he shouted into the house, hoping it would grab the nation’s attention.