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It was another boring afternoon. You were sitting at the window and staring outside, waiting for Ludwig to return from his daily jog. You didn't want to go with him and you were so bored now. You should have gone with him, at least you wouldn't be alone like that. You sighed and looked up at the sky. Black clouds were gathering, it was going to rain very soon. You hoped that Ludwig will come back before it starts raining but a few seconds later you saw that it was already drizzling. Just a minute later it was already raining heavily. You could guess that Ludwig won't be very happy. You stayed at the window hoping he would appear soon. It co

Once upon a time, there was a young woman. She was good-looking girl with (e/c) eyes and lovely (h/c) hair. She was known around the city as the girl with the bike. She made a good reputation as being the fastest cyclists around. In her high school years, she loved nothing more than to drag race, play chicken, and be absolutely reckless with her life and her bike. In fact, when she was still active, many gave her the nickname Riding Hood, because of red jacket and helmet she used to wear was the only thing that bikers saw in the night. Even when she got out of school she became something of a legend and still dragged from time to time in neig

Warning : some curse words and sexiness alert~ :3 You wanna... You wanna... Sitting by your window, you sighed dreamily as watched the Axis trio exercise not so far from your dorm window, in the training grounds. You wished, you could be as determined and strong willed like them - at least like Germany - and bring your butt to start training yourself for the next summer season. Training was healthy and good, helping you stay fit and beautiful, but it was seriously not your thing... You had tried many times, to get up and do a few exercises in the mornings, but two or four days would pass and you will get lazy again, like always. You tried

You lay back on your bed, feeling the effects of your country's depression taking their toll on you. Your economy was in shambles, your government was corrupt, your people were suffering, and it was all piling up to make you horribly ill. But you were a part of the Axis now, and you were doing everything you could to stay strong for them. The depression you could deal with. You could brush it off and smile away the pain, to make your allies not worry about you. Now that you could barely move, you were worried. What if Germany, the unofficial leader of your little group, now saw you as useless and threw you out in the cold? You were determine

England x Reader x France ~WARNING: THIS IS A CRACK (sort of..) IF YOU NO LIKE CRACK, NO READ. :| ME CAVEMAN.~ lawl. ///---///---///---/// "Bloody frog.. wha-DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO HIT ON (name)!!!" "Oh, Arthur.. is there a problem mon ami?" "First of all, I am NOT your friend! And secondly, YES, THERE IS A PROBLEM. I don't want you to get your Frog-germs on (name) so stay away from her!" "Ohonhonhon~ but why? Is she your girlfriend or something?" "WH-WHAT?! O-OF COURSE NOT! I DON'T-" "Do you LIKE her?" "W-wha.. no! No I don't! Its just that-" "Oh, so you're her knight in shining armor?" "W-what the hell are you saying?! Of course

England was acting rather strange, and by 'strange', I mean even weirder than him talking to his supposed magical friends. It was as though he was suddenly trying to avoid you, which was unusual since you had been dating for six years. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he would ramble on about some excuse to leave or simply just head off at a different direction. Sometimes you could even feel his presence lurking shyly behind walls, as if he wanted but could not for whatever reason talk to you. This behaviour annoyed you; where was his gentlemanly side? So one day as you were sulking around on the couch, you received a call from your Britis