Steam Turns The Wheels: Switzerland+Liechtenstein Sometimes she wondered; Lilly wondered why, of all the things in that world she had been blessed with- her hair that billowed back like waves of amber wheat in the former style of unruly braids or transformed into gorgeous, straight locks that hung back from her body like an ocean that gleamed with its salty water, or even her home that was a cottage built out of brotherly share with rough hands and the care of a brave, perserverant soul, but why had she been blessed with someone so kind a brother as him?Steam Turns The Wheels: Switzerland+Liechtenstein by REFREAK111
It was pure luck, sheer trepidation from the spur of the moment, she was certain, but it kept the poor dear up at night. Being a measly twelve-years old, she was victim to fright and worry like a mouse at a cat's paw, and she spent countless nights by her window. The window glazed with rustic bronze and cogs as it opened on smooth, gilded hinges. It was antique, beautiful to run her petite fingers across as he mind wondered and pondered what had driven h
FirefliesThe rate the fireflies now proliferated, machinery was nearly impossible to maintain. Alfred F. Jones learned this the hard way, sitting among the wrenches and rivets in his garage as he stared at the empty husk of his old plane. The parasitic little viruses had eaten away at any attempts of repair; it only took a few missing gears to render even the largest machine useless.Fireflies by De-Anon
One hand still clutching his goggles, Alfred organized the parts he did have, sealing them away in large glass jars.
The crunch of boots on gravel wore away at the silence of an evening barely disturbed by the rustle of wind in the trees. Alfred lifted his head.
Arthur Kirkland, long time friend and ex-mechanic strode in, his cloak wrapped tightly about his shoulders until he swung the door shut behind him. “There’s a sandstorm brewing, I think,” he murmured.
Alfred shook his head, “The winds aren’t quite strong enough. It’ll blow out before i
Fem!Canada X World: Chapter 3Fem!Canada X World: Chapter 3 by SeeThroughtheMist
France was out and about on a walk a few hours before the World Meeting in his beloved country was suppose to convene. All the alarms going through his head at the countries presence nearly overwhelmed the Frenchman, and he placed a hand to his aching head as he walked through a park of rose bushes, lightly gliding his fingers over the rosy, bloomed buds. It was there that the alarms ceased and a calming yet familiar peace filled his mind and, though he was grateful that the throbbing had gone and the pulsing stopped its' beating, France was cautious as to what could have caused this.
As France continued to wander and wonder about the soothing feeling that filled his mind, he unknowingly stumbled upon a woman sitting on one of the many park benches- just as she had a country over, not that France knew that of course. France stopped his light walking before the woman could take notice him and he took her in, once more feeling the wave of calm settle over him like a cool and welcoming sp
Monster CH7Monster CH7 by Quizle
Alfred slowly begun to come to, his senses registering first the taste of blood in his mouth and next the warm blood against his back. He didn't dare move- where even was he?
He laid there for a few solid minutes before the memories finally started making sense. That monster with two heads... And Arthur. Arthur who killed that monster with just one bite... The thought of this made Alfred's body shiver - Arthur could kill him just as easily... He just had to sink his fangs into Alfred's neck and...
Alfred couldn't keep his eyes shut any longer- the thought of Arthur being nearby and him now knowing begun to frighten him, yet not as much as the darkness that he saw with his left eye. Alfred was about to pass out again, when it occurred to him that blocking his view was just a sloppily tied bandage that had slipped onto his eye when he slept.
"So I see you're awake..."
Alfred sat up, startled by the voice, even though it was undoubtedly Arthur's. He had just never heard it... like this. S
Kisses for when it's cold~ APH//AmeCan ch.1Kisses for when it's cold~ APH//AmeCan ch.1 by iamalpha777
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The cold winter winds blew with a loud howl, swirling this way and that, as the bright fluttering snow flakes danced in the crisp air, brushing against Alfred's frostbitten cheeks; tender and rosy from the wind. Nothing but melancholy filed his mind as the wind wrapped itself around his frozen silhouette, pushing him ever so gently when caught off guard. Alfred tucked his face deeper into his scarf as he rocked on his heels, listening closely to the loud cry of the crunching snow beneath his feet while he sighed.
'tell me how? how do you do it?' questioned the shivering American with irritation in his voice. 'whatever would you mean, Alfred?' chuckled the whimsical Canadian. 'y'know, deal with the cold? I'm all huddled up like a marshmallow over here while your jumping around in the snow in only a sweater and mitts, I don't get it.' Huffed Alfred as he clutched his
Monster CH 6Monster CH 6 by Quizle
It was put of the question that any wind would blow inside Alfred's room, deep underground, yet it didn't stop the lamp, that hung from the ceiling by a thin wire, from swaying to and fro, forcing the shadows to either stretch out or flee from the light. However, the lamp was not Alfred's concern- the young man was fast asleep, sprawled out on the bed with the book he had been reading resting, cover-up, on his face. It didn't seem to bother him, though, as his lips formed a smile against the paper.
Alfred really had nothing to smile about. Behind his smile, which seemed like it had been forced onto his face and made permanent by some spell, hid a scared boy who was at a loss as to what to do.
They hadn't let him go see Arthur today... They said he hadn't taken the experiments very well... Alfred had no idea what that meant. ... Arthur could be dead for all he knew and that thought had scared Alfred so much he had to excuse himself from work, bringing the excuse of a headache.
Fate [America x Reader]“Maybe it’s fate?”Fate [America x Reader] by DancingSitar09
The six-hour plane ride, to say the least, wasn’t completely horrible.
Yes, the screaming children in the back weren’t helping you fall asleep anytime soon, and your glass of water got knocked over from the turbulence, but the man - conveniently - seated next to you made the grueling flight worth it.
“-and then, I had to help him get a replacement turkey before everyone else came, because he’d burned it so thoroughly it looked like a giant piece of charcoal!” You doubled over laughing - quietly, of course, as to not disturb the others around you - with him as you listened to his endless stories about his strange family.
“Alfred, how did you manage all through high school with them?” You finally stopped laughing enough to catch your breath, giving him a sidelong grin.
“Oh, it’s not hard to get used to it once you’re around them. I’m actually going home to visit them, in fact.
Gone [England x Reader]He hesitantly walked up the front steps of the house, his hand shakingly reaching for the keys in his pocket. His usually bright emerald eyes were now a dull green as he slowly opened the door, greeted with a cold gust of air to his face. His footsteps echoed loudly in the eerily quiet house, sending silent shivers up his spine.Gone [England x Reader] by DancingSitar09
As he walked down the hallway, he cast glances at the picture frames hanging on the walls, his eyes growing sadder with ever look. The images of the flashy (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes were bringing back so many memories. One in particular was the one that he always remembered clearly.
He had taken her to the park that day. With an enthusiastic smile she dragged him over to the swings, quickly hopping upon one. With every swing, her smile became bigger and her laughs became louder. He'd never thought she'd been more beautiful.
He turned his attention to the floor and continued walking. He'd almost smiled. Almost.
As he reached the door, his pace slowed unti
Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal - U.S.A. x ReaderMerry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal - U.S.A. x Reader by MysticalDreams18
(Note: Italicized means the characters in the movie are talking. Regular text implies normal dialog.)
Tis the season of hot chocolate and candy canes, lit fireplaces and warm blankets. Tis also the season when Christmas movies play nonstop on the TV for everyone’s enjoyment until the big 12-25. You know, to get everyone into the Christmas spirit.
You weren’t gonna lie, this was your favorite time of year. Not just because of all the joy, presents, festive meals, and excuses you could use to keep yourself holed up in your house. Rather it was because you got to spend some fluffy, warm, and humorous moments with your man, Alfred Jones.
Currently, you were both sitting on the couch in your living room, drinking hot chocolates by the fireplace and cuddled up in warm b
Don't forget me, poppet. 2p!England x readerDon't forget me, poppet. 2p!England x reader by viralzx4writings
Your eyes were locked onto the computer screen in front of you. You were in school using a school's computer and you were on an educational website. Your eyes were starting to ache. You didn't like this. Having to sit in a chair for an hour doing unnecessary computer games.
You turned around in your chair, rubbing your eyes. You really wanted to go home. You had to be patient. Only an hour until freedom. You scanned your eyes around the room, wanting to look at something else than a glowing screen for a second.
Everything was the same. That same weird, unexplainable stain was on the ceiling, your teacher was grading a thick stack of papers while everyone else was typing away. Well, not exactly typing. Playing online games. You all had two choices. Choice #1 was to get ahead in lessons and choice #2 was to play games and do the lessons for homework.
Of course you chose games. It wasn't like you were a delinquent or anything. You
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