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 Allistor sat in the chair constantly shifting and moving. He couldn’t sit still; he stood up and paced back and forth. He scratched his head which he only did when he was distressed. He sat back down and shook his leg; he buried his face into his hands and tried to calm his breathing down. He leaned back in his chair and groaned. “Will you stop fidgeting, I know you are distressed but please calm down,” his younger brother Arthur coaxed. Allistor was the second born of the family after their brother Oliver, and then it was Allistor, then Ian, then Arthur. They almost never got along and constantly bullied each other over

Flowers; A strong, pungent, yet delicate smell reached his nostrils; it wasn't unpleasant, it couldn't be. It was coming from her crown of roses, and Francis was realizing that, against his will, that smell was intoxicating him. Smooth; Her hands were smooth and soft, the Prince noticed; her skin, under the sun rays gleamed with a whiteness that almost seemed unreal, almost as if she were made of marble. Francis wanted to stop caressing the hands of his betrothed, really, but he just couldn't . Something stronger than his own will was forcing him to keep following random paths on her knuckles with his thumb. Amber; Francis had seen dozen

“Ehhhhhhh” Your body was lying face down with a rough sea breeze slightly moving your ponytail. Your body felt as if it hit the ground at full speed.   You groaned from the pain and as you opened your eyes you saw a little red haired man gawking at you.   You screeched, “Ahhh!” The little man did the same. He started what sounded to be cursing in a foreign language.   Mind you, you didn’t know what the hell he was saying. “What? Who are you? How did I get here!?” Then as you closely looked at the tiny man, you recognized it was a leprechaun. ‘Oh just my luck! A leprechaun! Sad I don’t

Disclaimer: I own neither Hetalia nor you…One day that'll change…One…day… When someone phones your house at two in the morning, that someone won't be telling you something you like. You knew this to be a fact…Which was why you contemplated letting the call go to the answering machine. You had been in the middle of a nice, restful slumber when that damn shrill ringing woke you. Even if you did pick up the call, you would sound far too grouchy to make any civil conversation. Don't answer…you repeated in your head, like a mantra. Don't answer. Don't answer. Don't answer. But, when your imagination led you to thi

"You don't have to do this anymore, Al." Alfred wasn't listening to you. It was early in the morning but the burger-lover was wide awake, going over his plans for the day. There was so much to do... Fly to DC for the President's press conference, then to New York to pay his respects, then back to DC to speak with the General. There wouldn't even be time for ice cream. You walked over behind him and hugged his waist. "Al, you stress over this day all year. Don't you think it's time to forget?" He didn't answer. "A lot of people think this war is a mistake. I'm not too big on politics and--" "Are you including yourself in that group?" he ask

~Merry Chrismas~ *Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader X Child!England* 'Drabble #9 from 'All I want for Christmas' series' The female braided the pretty fiery red locks of her 5 year old daughter while the little one swayed back and forth her tiny feet to keep herself busy.(Daughter's Name) stiffled a yawn,but failed miserably as her mother's touch was more than gentle and the adult's humming was serene as a lullaby.Both (Name) and Arthur laughed at the same time,hers feminine and subtle,his a little bit more manly and loud. (Daughter's Name) was a precious little girl and she was the princess of the family.She resembled so much her daddy,as if

                               ~Complicated equations~ *Teacher!Scotland X Student!Reader* "So,which classes and who?" the Hungarian female asked,tying her hair into a lower ponytail. "Classical with Edelstein,P.E. with Beilschmidt junior,Literature with Väinämöinen,History with Bushy brows,Geography with Braginsky so on and so forth.German with your lover and ... Uh... Mathemathics with ... Kirkland?" the (h/c) cocked a brow,her features betraying confusion. "Oh,don't you know?He's Arthur's older brother.Though he doesn't resemble him at all." the Belgian female interrupted,munching on a strawberry flavoured pocky. "You'll l