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"Papa..." You nudged the slumbering man in the ribs with your elbow, and frowned when you received no response. Nothing in all the world would wake him now. Your father had the nasty habits of sleeping soundly though the night and going to bed early, he had little regard for your insomnia. A promise made more than thirty years ago was enough to keep you awake until all hours of the morning. You had to try and wake him. The sun would rise any time now and you didn't want to miss seeing the first rays of light warm the earth, a sight he had been promising to show you for many months now. How long had it been since you had been able to see the

Ah... Sundays. There was nothing the Austrian loved more than a lazy Sunday. Aside from his fiancee, Gwendolyn Kirkland, his siblings and of course, the classic composer, Mozart. At the moment of time, Roderich was sat at his grand piano, a piece written by the composer sat on the stand. Closing his lavender eyes, the Austrian started to play. The gentle soft sound of piano reached the ears of the Welshwoman. A small smile graced her face, and she could help but hum along to her fiance's music. She had prepared two cups of Roderich's favourite coffee for him and herself. She walked into the reception room, and sat on the chaise lounge, watc

While surfing the internet one day, you decided to look for some new t-shirts since spring had basically sprung.  And being as happy as you were at that moment, you decided to find a funny t-shirt. “Funny…t-shirts,” you stated as you typed those exact words into the Google image search engine.  Pressing enter, you waited eagerly for the results.  Upon receiving them, you scrolled down the screen, letting your eyes graze across the different pictures in unfathomable interest.  It was at this point where you found a shirt that made you wish the internet had an insta-buy button.  Clicking on the image, the computer quickly br

  “Daddy, may I ask you a question?” you inquired of your British father, Arthur, as he had just come home from work.  With the time being nine o’clock at night, you were awfully tired but determined to see your father before heading off to bed.  Arthur, however, looked dreadfully exhausted as his work day seemed to have taken a toll on him.  That being said, no cheery greetings were made between the two of you.  As he made his way to the kitchen, Arthur barely seemed to give you a glance. “Sure, what is it dear?”  Quickly, you followed him into the other room, seeing as he was actually willing to talk to you to

You stepped into Ludwig's room, about to talk to him about the last World Meeting, when… "Kesese! Look who stepped in, kleinen bruder! It's your girlfriend!" "Vat?! Vait, vhy?" "…you have a girlfriend?" You nearly had a tremendous nosebleed when you saw the three Germans. Germania, Germany and Prussia, all dressed like Germany?! Hair slicked back, fancy suits… You couldn't stand it anymore. You fell over, unconscious. "She'll be okay, right?"

Your favorite bar was still open. It was never open this early! Sure, it was 4 o’clock sharp, why would it be open right now? Deciding to venture in, you quickly sped-walked into the bar with an excited smile only to shriek in panic as someone grabbed your arm.   You pulled away and stumbled back in fear, finding the bartender staring down at you in shock. His eyes widened at your reaction and a gruff sigh escaped his lips. “Sorry for the scare lass.” He grumbled and offered a hand, “Ah, an sorry about th’s, but th’ bar ‘s closed.”                “But the sign-!”                &

‘Are you home?’ (y/n) texted as she walked down the sidewalk with her best friend. ‘Non, amor,’ came the response. ‘I’m out with the guys. I should be home in an hour. :-)’ “Hey! That should be plenty of time!” (y/n)’s friend said after reading the message. “I’ll take you home right now.” “You really think I’ll find something?” (y/n) asked warily. “It’s worth a try. Who else would have access to the house while you’re gone?” “You’re right,” (y/n) sighed. ‘Alright,’ she messaged back. ‘