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Post by Vatican City on Dec 21, 2010 5:26:57 GMT -6
The first snowflake has finally come!
The winter in Italy is relatively late; while everyone in Europe is probably already freezing, Italy is still fairly sunny. So at the first sight of snow dropping from the sky, Agosto ran out of the palace like a little child ecstatic with glee, all bundled up and warm in his bright yellow coat and pink hat. The guards stared at him in shock, utterly surprised that the Holy Vatican City himself would be acting so... preposterously childish.
Well, it was understandable. Despite his mature demeanor that only comes out whenever he had to deal with religious issues, the Vatican City is still but a child. An eleven-year-old forced to deal with issues that only an adult should be dealing with. But unfortunately... when one is a nation, there is no such thing as child labour. And because Agosto is a nation, he is forced to deal with such issues as it is part of his responsibility.
But... responsibility isn't important at this moment in time. It was snowing! And it will soon be Christmas, the birth of the Lord he serves! Which means festivities! And lights! And more snow!
Skipping down the steps two at a time and leaping off to a snow bank four steps ahead, the guards surrounding the palace watched in horror as he fell into the snow bank, giggling. Needless to say, their hearts fell at his childish antics; it would be them who would be blamed if he was injured anywhere.
But, fortunately, he isn't. Kids have an innate ability to avoid being injured with jumps like that. Brushing snow off of himself, he giggled some more as he smiled brightly and childishly to some of the guards who had rushed over to see if he was alright, explaining that he wasn't injured anywhere. After satisfying them with an explanation, he skipped and hopped down the road, on his way to... to nowhere, really. He didn't have a planned destination in mind; all he knew was that he was going to some fun today, away from all of the religious rituals and paperwork that he has to be responsible for the other 364 days of the year.
And really, he would have gone for a cone of ice cream, had it not been too cold. Instead, he went into a small, quaint little café, where he ordered some hot chocolate and a plate of plain sugar cookies. There he sat, willing time away by carefully sipping on the warm beverage and nibbling on some cookies in between, watching the people pass by with bright blue eyes. He loved it when no one recognized him, as he knew he could be as childish as he wanted to be.
After finishing his little snack, he handed the payment to the waitress with a cute smile, which caused warmth and happiness to emanate in the air. Running out of the shop, he hopped and skipped down the road some more like any normal child would, stopping here and there in front of shop windows to look and see at interesting merchandise.
And of course, his day out would not be complete without a stop by the local chapel, at least. Going in quietly and kneeling down in front of the large crucifix that hung on the wall at the back of the altar, he muttered a simple prayer of thanks that he could be out to enjoy himself. Completely satisfied, he left the chapel with glee and once again, allowed himself to get lost in the crowd.
He would rather that someone would accompany him, but oh well. Times like these are very rare, and besides, he felt the need to be alone and enjoy himself anyway. He completely forgot about everything that he had to do and think about, and let himself be lost in the childish demeanor that he's really supposed to have. Duties can wait later; for now, it was time for some fun.
He loves December. He loves snow. He loves Christmas. He really does. |
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