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 One Shot //Also, XD Komodo here! Please excuse any typos or anything! This is the first time I've tried out this style, so sorry if it's kinda weird Ouo XD enjoy! Komodo~ ~~~/\~~~ A comfortable breeze floated past the quiet quaint house, ruffling the amber leaves splashed across the yard. The moon’s radiant beams sprinkled through the windows, painting the wooden floors with a pearly shimmer. Hushed mumbling sounded from the master bedroom, from the crouched figure concealed underneath the soft comforter. The grandfather clock (a gift from a close relative) chimed loudly from the living room. Its bellows echoed throughout the house, s

"...Wurst!" You then proceeded to the German pub/restaurant a few blocks east. Out of all of the restaurants in this city, this one had to be your favorite. You arrived at the double wooden doors of the restaurant and hopped in, the site greeting you a regular one. The dining room was fairly busy and the bar overall, full but even if it was busy, the place gave off a homey and kind of calm vibe. You waved at the hostess, who simply nodded and went on with what she was doing, and grabbed your usual seat. The owner, a quirky man who was obsessed with all things German noticed you and walked over. "Ah (f/n), great to see you again!" He cheered

"....Butter!"    You stopped for a minute. 'Butter? Well, it wont earn me any points with a dietitian, but I'm game.' You then walked to the grocery store right next to your apartment. It was a small, but nice, store. It had just enough space for the necessities and then some. You opened the heavy glass door and sped all the way to the dairy section. The one problem with this store was that they were always running out of stock, and the nearest store that probably had butter was a thirty minute walk.    You skidded into the dairy section and caught sight of the butter display. The only thing that was left was a small tub of unsalted butte

A/N: Over used title is over used. Felt like writing this after a conversation with a friend. Enjoy~! ~*~*~*~*~*~ My body ached, every limb hurt and screamed with ever slow step I took as I got closer to my goal. My feet throbbed in the high heels I wore, and my skin would give off chilled goose bumps with every burst of cold summer wind. The breeze caused a shutter and a muffled squeal to erupt from my chapped lips as it drifted up the skirt of my dress. I bit my lower lip and went on with my slow limp like trot to my destination. I was not going to walk home. Not at this hour and when I lived so far away. Instead I was going to turn to a

France had style. And there was no better occasion to display his talents for such elegance than through a charity event at the most breath-taking place in his most beautiful city: in the Louvre in Paris. Large crowds of countries stood expectantly, as beautifully dressed waiters and waitresses handed out glasses of champagne and horderves, waiting for France to reveal the exhibition that had brought them all here tonight. Every country was dressed in formal wear; you yourself was dressed in what you thought was a very attractive [favourite colour] dress with a hem that reached past your knees and sleeves that ended just before your elbows.

You heard a scream. Instantly you shot down the hall and to your boyfriend's room. It had to be something serious in order to terrify Alfred. Well, aside from a horror movie, or Japan's newest zombie video game, or a ghost story he read about, or well, lots of things scared him. You didn't know why he pretended to be such a big shot when such little things could terrify him to the core. It was just one of the many things you grew to love about your boyfriend. You wouldn't change him for the world. He wouldn't change you for all of the McDonalds in the world. Sadly that was probably one of the most romantic things he had ever said to you. "Yo

"You're so scared, ___________… You're so scared of the real vorld you let yourself come to this fake…" Germany hissed. You shook your head, trying to deny it. Words had escaped you as you trembled in fear of your dearest friend. You were fighting the urge to whimper, like a dog, because out of the two of you, he was the master, you were the dog. He was going to hit you. He was going to kill you. You knew it. The fear clung to you like smoke and you could not rid yourself of it. The dark murderous expression on his face did not help you at all as you tried to deny this feeling of impending dread in your heart. You recoiled from him

It has been three years since you've married to Ludwig. No excitement had occurred on those passing years, just your normal day to day life as a housewife. One day, your friend and her husband from work, are off on their tenth honey moon trip. They were planning to go oversea but their six years old little boy, Feliciano, couldn't go with them. You felt bad for the loving couple, since they couldn't go on their trip. So you had an idea. As you and Ludwig ate dinner, you want to share it with him and saw if he agreed with you. Hesitating to ask, you looked up at him and finally gain the courage you needed. "Sweety?" Looking back he smile