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You gently ran your fingers through Francis’ soft blond locks, a smile pulling at your lips when you heard the Frenchman’s content sighs that came with your soothing touch. At the moment you found yourself in Francis’ house, seated casually on the couch while Francis sat on the floor directly in front of you with his back turned. His head rested comfortably between your legs, a clear invitation that Francis wanted his hair to be played with – after all, it was something he enjoyed quite thoroughly, especially when it was you doing it. “Je t’aime, _____.” His words were a mere whisper, just barely br

Your parents always said that you lived in a heavenly world; or, at least, you were going to. You were moving into a new area today for personal reasons, and the area you were going to live in was a place your parents used to stay at. Here – well, according to them – the lovers are Italian, the cooks are French, the police are English, the mechanics are German and everything is organized by the Swiss. Apparently that was a good thing. You didn't really know. Nonetheless, as you trudged up the porch of your new house, you were pretty sure you were in anything but a heavenly world. In order to save money, you’d driven up

  I love you.  Those three words haunted you as you lied in your bed, your mind playing out any possible scenarios that might transpire once you've uttered them to your best friend/crush—Alfred Jones. The self-proclaimed 'hero', Alfred was probably the most lovable and funny person you had ever encountered.  He was super handsome, too... not that you'd ever say that out loud.  Banging your head against your pillow, you let out a strangled cry. "For Pete's sake, why is this keeping me up for so long?!"  You had been mulling over this for quite a while now, and your clock read 11:30 PM. At this rate, you were going to show up at A

  Ring ring ring  "Urgh..."  Ring ring ring  "Mmmph... stupid sounds, why won't you shut up...?"  Ring ring ring  "Five... more minutes..."  Ring ring ring  "Okay, okay! I'll get up if you just shut up already, stupid clock!" You cried before realizing you had been talking to an inanimate object. Sighing to yourself, you pressed the off button on your alarm clock and held your face in your hands.  "I honestly wonder sometimes if I'm going mad..." You mumbled, shaking your head. As you groggily tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes, a sudden voice caught you off guard.  "Vee~ _____, you're finally up! I was wondering when y

Ludwig was sure he’d studied the book to the point where he could recite it word for word, so why, just why did he feel so nervous? Skimming through the thin pages once more, the German sighed before setting it down, blue eyes glancing at the title in neat font before sighing once again. A Guide to Relationships: Boyfriend Edition There was no way he could let anyone know that he’d been reading from this book – and not to mention, taking several notes on it – all because of a girl. But let’s face it, the girl was you and Ludwig refused to give you anything less than perfection. Thus, he bought the book for a

Intro ...Japan. Kiku’s hands shook as he readjusted his grip on the bouquet of flowers, his breath escaping in erratic patterns as he attempted to calm himself down. But what, pray tell, was there anything to calm down about? His normally calm and composed demeanor was slipping as he forced himself to walk up to your doorstep, and at this point, his knuckles were white from holding onto the bouquet so tightly. Honestly, he wouldn’t have been here if it weren’t for Alfred, and Kiku wasn’t sure whether or not that was a good thing. He’d recently heard from the American that you were pretty shy when it came to

Intro “I guess I’ll just… find out if my neighbors are nice.” Lingering on your porch for just a few more moments, you soon got up with a new sense of determination flowing through your veins. It was a good idea, you figured, to at least pay a visit to your neighbors; after all, maybe they could help get you settled, right? Wrong, you thought, as you left the porch of your house and walked the short distance to the one right next to yours. You weren’t even that close to the front door, and already you could hear furious yells of… Italian? Perhaps your neighbor was Italian? All you could really catch was

Intro ...Prussia. Gilbert was… annoying, for lack of a better word. Not ‘annoying’ as in you wanted to beat him up all the time – though you would admit, there were occasions where you felt a good smack was necessary – but ‘annoying’ as in you could tolerate him, but if you had the choice, you’d prefer not to have to deal with Gilbert’s constant rants of ‘awesomeness’. How your albino friend got into the habit of calling himself awesome every five minutes, you’d never know. “Mein Gott, I am so awesome!” ’And there he goes,’ you thought with a

You were greeted with the gentle, faint aroma of tea and roses once you opened the door to your English friend’s house, his spare key clutched in your hand as you peered inside. There was nothing out of the ordinary; as usual, Arthur’s house was kept in wonderful condition, with everything clean and not a speck of dust in sight. Closing the door behind you, you quickly locked it and put the key away before sighing. Arthur had called you earlier, requesting that you come over. He was bedridden at the moment, and he absolutely refused to bring over Alfred to take care of him since last time the American had tried to place a hambur

“Hurry up, _____! We gotta see the penguins! A hero’s life is never complete until he’s seen penguins!” The warm hand that was wrapped around yours eagerly pulled you towards the penguin area, the place which Alfred loved the most in the zoo; why he had such a deep fascination with the artic birds, you’d never know. “The penguins aren’t gonna just disappear, Alfie,” you said, a light chuckle falling from your lips. “We have all the time in the world.” “But dude! The zoo pamphlet said that for a limited time we can actually go into the penguin habitat! How cool is that!?”

  "Hey, Ivan!" you called, waving to the large Russian man. He turned to the sound of your voice, and a childish smile tugged at his lips as he gave you a slight wave.   "Hello, _____," Ivan said cheerfully. "It is a beautiful day, da?"   "It is a rather beautiful day," you mused. "So, how's it going, Ivan?"   "Things have been going fine. Things have been going fine for you too, da?" Ivan said. You nodded with a light blush, and Ivan's smile grew a bit wider.   'Alright, it's now or never, _____!'   "Hey, Ivan, can I tell you something?"   "Da, _____?"   "Umm..." you started to fumble with your hands. 'Dear whoever rules over my fate

Intro …China. “Ni hao, _____. Do you need something, aru?” You sighed into your phone, the device crammed between your shoulder and ear as you struggled to carry the heavy grocery bags that burdened your aching hands. “Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be coming over a bit late. My friend suddenly needed help getting all her groceries into her house, and by ‘needing help’ I mean she dumped all the work on me while she went out to do even more shopping.” “Really, aru?” You could practically visualize the concerned look that had probably washed over your Chinese friend&rsq

You gently ran your fingers through Francis’ soft blond locks, a smile pulling at your lips when you heard the Frenchman’s content sighs that came with your soothing touch. At the moment you found yourself in Francis’ house, seated casually on the couch while Francis sat on the floor directly in front of you with his back turned. His head rested comfortably between your legs, a clear invitation that Francis wanted his hair to be played with – after all, it was something he enjoyed quite thoroughly, especially when it was you doing it. “Je t’aime, _____.” His words were a mere whisper, just barely br

Intro ...Canada. Sleepovers with Matthew and his brother Alfred always proved themselves to be eventful. Whether or not that was a good thing, you’ve yet to decide. “Matthew, help! Your– brother– is– choking– me!” “C-C’mon now Alfred, let _____ go, it’s just a movie–” “NO! Oh god, DO NOT OPEN THAT CLOSET!” Having completely disregarded Matthew’s attempts at making Alfred let you go, the American instead chose to grab onto Matthew too, ensnaring him in his death grip in his fit of fear. Why did you accept their invitation for a sleepover again? O

  You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, checking your watch every now and then. For the past few weeks you had been messaging this online friend you had met over this one social network that your friend had recommended, saying that you could meet quite a few cool people.  She spoke the truth, for you met this one person; His username was, weirdly, 'FinlandSanta', though his actual name was Tino.  ...Tino. What a funny name, though it did sound cute.  Anyways, the both of you had agreed to meet up at a local park near your house. Apparently he lived in the same area as you, so he didn't have to fly over or anything.  As you took a s

“Why do you never touch my hair?” The question came out of the blue as you looked up from your book to see Lukas on the couch, his eyes slightly narrowed as he unconsciously pursed his lips at you. “What do you mean?” you asked, your confusion evident in both your voice and arched eyebrows. “My hair.” He lifted a finger to point at his hair before holding a lock of it between his fingers. “It’s just…” Lukas muttered slowly, “You never seem to play with it, nor touch it for that matter.” “But don’t you dislike it when people touch your hair?” Returni

  "Why is he so mad at me?"  You had asked yourself this question over and over again, and sadly you received no answer to it as you paced your kitchen floor.  'He' referred to your Romanian friend, Vlad—you two had bumped into each other at the grocery store, after you had accidentally grabbed his shopping cart and he took yours. After a few minutes of confusion and a tad bit of chaos, the both of you managed to return the carts to their rightful owner and from then on started a strong friendship.  You had discovered that Vlad shared a lot of similar interests with you, such as fairy tales and the like. You were also interested i

Vash hated wasting money, and he was pretty sure that, as his girlfriend, you would know that. So why… …why wouldn’t you drink the damn milk? “_____,” Vash growled, shoving the spoonful of milk in front of you, “Drink the milk. I spent money on this and it expires in a few days. I don’t want to let the money I spent on buying this go to waste.” “But Vaaaaash,” you whined, turning your head away, “I don’t wanna!” “And why not?” Vash hissed, his voice dripping with frustration as he once again redirected the spoon towards you. “You wanted milk,

If there had ever been a time in which Nikolai thought he’d hit the highest point of his anger, then what he felt now was – at the very least – double that. “Hello?” “Ni-Nikolai? This is _-_____, I-I’m calling f-from the phone at w-work. Listen, N-Nikolai, I need you to call the police right now–” “Why? _____, are you alri–” “Just hurry, Nikolai! T-Tell them to go to my workplace, we-we’re having an emergency. Quick, th-they’re c-coming upstai– …” “Hello? _____!? _____!” A shiver ran through Nikolai’s body at th

Ludwig was sure he’d studied the book to the point where he could recite it word for word, so why, just why did he feel so nervous? Skimming through the thin pages once more, the German sighed before setting it down, blue eyes glancing at the title in neat font before sighing once again. A Guide to Relationships: Boyfriend Edition There was no way he could let anyone know that he’d been reading from this book – and not to mention, taking several notes on it – all because of a girl. But let’s face it, the girl was you and Ludwig refused to give you anything less than perfection. Thus, he bought the book for a