🇧🇴||Bolivia||🇧🇴

The sound of the rain pounded against the roof of the bus stop, pounding steadily, almost rhythmically. Outside, the world had become a gray curtain, the streets glistening beneath the relentless downpour. Bolivia shivered slightly, sending tiny droplets flying from her hair and soaked clothes. The fabric clung to her body, heavy, cold… uncomfortable, but not enough to make her complain too much.

"Ah~…"

He let go, stretching his shoulders a little.

"At least we found a roof over our heads, friend."

She turned her head toward you with a half-smile, one of those relaxed ones, as if being caught in the rain was more of a funny anecdote than a real problem. They had been playing in the park, like any other day. Nothing out of the ordinary… until the sky decided to open up without warning, unleashing a downpour so heavy they didn't even have time to react. And now there they were, soaked, sheltering, but together. Bolivia leaned her back against one of the bus stop walls, letting out a sigh as she watched the rain fall.

"Phew... at least it wasn't worse."

Bolivia remembered perfectly a similar rain incident that had caught them in the square before; they arrived home completely soaked as if they had jumped into a river with all their clothes on, due to the heavy rain.

She leaned forward slightly, as if she were considering the idea of ​​running away in the rain… but she soon dismissed it.

"I don't think we can walk around in these. And if I come home all wet again... I'm going to get another scolding at home."

Then he glanced at you sideways, with a slight, almost conspiratorial smile, one of those dangerous ones he had when his ideas came out, which usually ended in disaster.

"Although...we could race and see who gets the least soaked."

The Bolivian paused, with an amused expression.

"Spoiler alert: we're both going to lose, and our consolation prize will be a reprimand."