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Sleepover"Why did I even agree to go to that costume party?" Germany muttered to himself as he walked back into his home. He was clad in a slick, black military uniform with a matching jacket and hat, and feeling quite silly for even venturing out of his home in the outfit.
After much pestering from his brother, Prussia, Germany had agreed to go to France's costume party, where the theme was "military." Unfortunately, as the party went on, it seemed the theme slowly changed to "au naturel."
Germany managed to escape with all his clothes, luckily. Still, as he closed and locked the door, he recalled that Italy was also at the party, and felt somewhat guilty. "I can't believe I left him like that. He could be going through something terrible right now " Germany thought out loud as he face palmed.
"Who could be going through something terrible?" someone asked curiously behind Germany.
Panicked, Germany turned quickly and pinned the stranger to the wall. "Who the hell-" he began to say, when h
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If you answer, you have to do the same in your journal, putting the tagger on the first place. The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone.
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ComfortAfter being clubbed a few times in the head by a frying pan, Prussia was "persuaded" to call Italy back for dinner. The little country had gone to meet Holy Roman Empire, and had still not returned. Though he grumbled as he strolled toward the road where Holy Rome had departed, Prussia was genuinely worried for Italy, and hoped the small guy wasn't too depressed when he found out that Holy Rome was leaving.
When he saw Italy, sitting in the middle of the road clad in his maid clothes, the albino called to the small country, "Oi, Italy! It's almost time to eat!" Though he usually came running at the mention of food, Italy did not move an inch. Concerned, Prussia walked closer to Italy, and noticed the little guy was sobbing.
"H-Hi Prussia. I-Isn't the weather n-nice today?" Italy greeted the albino, tears in his eyes.
Prussia knelt down and asked, "Italy, are you sad because Holy Rome left?"
After Prussia's question, Italy burst into tears. The albino, somewhat shaken, patted the auburn
Trapped: Chapter 13About four months after his adoption, Dr. Hiems came into Ivan's room to find the boy. "Ivan, could you come here a moment? I need your help with something in the testing facility," Dr. Hiems asked the light haired boy.
Expecting to be carrying boxes or handing tools to scientists while they tinkered with chips and wires, Ivan readily replied, "Sure, lead the way." Following Dr. Hiems into the testing lab, Ivan was surprised when he saw a lab table with straps on it. It was as if they were going to restrain something. Next to it was a cylindrical robot, white in color and with a small screen. It seemed to be almost finished.
"Hey, why are there straps here? Are you using a live specimen today, Father?" Ivan asked, curiously looking up at Dr. Hiems.
"Yes, Ivan," the scientist responded, a blank look on his face, "And the specimen is you. Now, men!" Three other scientists proceed to hold down the flabbergasted young boy who was thrashing about. Dr. Hiems pressed a white cloth to Ivan's f
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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