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Norway was never good with words. He couldn’t seem to find them when he needed them most. He was an independent soul but every now and then, the ache of loneliness dawns on him. Normally, he’d go bug his younger brother Iceland until the younger nation would give in a give him a reluctant hug. But it had seemed that no one was around to lighten the heavy weighted feeling. Just when he felt ready to give up and go sulk about it for a while, he happened to stumble upon you quietly laying on the couch; playing your ds. He could hear the music of the game from across the room. You looked so comfy on the couch under your blanket while

You gave one last wave to your friend Arthur as you exited the library and made your way to your car. It was nearly six o’ clock, but at least you’d finished all of that dreadful homework. The seat felt much nicer on your back then the ones in the library had, and you happily sunk into the upholstery, a content sigh escaping from your lips. The tranquil silence was suddenly broken by the single ‘beep’ of your phone. It looks like you’d gotten a text… and it was much too easy to guess who that message had come from.  ‘Didn’t I tell Al I’d be home a little after six?’ Nonetheless yo

Lesson Learned Vladmir x Reader You were in your classroom all alone staring outside the window. Why you were there? Well you had a wonderful ticket to detention for using one of the school's computers for checking into Hidekaz Himuraya's blog which the monitor listed as something with profanity and reported you to the teacher. Geez, you could just strangle that guy's throat… "Stay here until 6 p.m. That's for sleeping in my class." You heard a voice from outside before the door opened to reveal a rather annoyed student who wore a top hat on his hair. You immediately recognized him. "Vladmir!" You called as the addressed looked at you, his

    (Y/n) opened the door to the meeting room.  At one end of the room, you could see the business managers making jokes at each other.  At the other end, Alfred was making noise by himself and the rest were talking to each other about what was happening in their neighborhood.  When Ludwig noticed your presence, he immediately called everyone’s attention and started the meeting.  (Y/n) noticed that someone was missing.    “Where’s Arthur?” she whispered to Elizabeta.    “He’s absent.  Apparently he has the fever.”    “It must suck to be sick.  I hope he gets well by tomorrow.”    B

Vladimir -x- Betrayal. It physically hurt to know that your closest friend had let you down in such a way. You frowned at the scene before you for a moment longer; then, spinning on your heel, you fled down the curved stone steps of the castle and bust into the luxurious lounge where your target lay sprawled in one of the plush armchairs. “Vladimir you traitor!” A very confused young man looked up from the leather bound novel he had previously been engrossed in. His deep crimson eyes took in your creased brow and tensed shoulders. Sighing, he closed the book, being sure to mark his place before involving himself in what was undo

  "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

“You are possibly the laziest bastard I have ever met.” Heracles Karpusi opens his olive-hued eyes idly to meet a pair of (e/c) ones. An indifferent yawn escapes his lips as he struggles to sit up, rubbing at his face tiredly, only to fail and stay laying in the bed like an invalid. The plushness of the pillows and mattress around him begs him to fall back asleep, but a semi-harsh grunt interrupts said desire. “Ngh…hello, (name)…” Heracles mumbles without truly looking at his visitor, instead focusing on stroking the soft fur of one of his many cats that is sharing the bed with him. “What are you do

   You were the only one awake in your house. Your four brothers, Francis, Matthew, Alfred and Arthur were still asleep, as they always were at this time. You got ready for school and sat down in front of the TV. You turned it on and flipped the channel to a show called Crashbox.   True, it was targeting a younger audience, seeing as it was on the HBO family channel. The show featured a bunch of different puzzles and quizzes that the watcher can figure out. It was very interactive and very amusing.   After the first couple games you heard a footstep, a couple footsteps, then a tired looking Arthur walked into the room. His blonde hair was