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China and S. Korea .:. Will You Forgive Me...?
The meeting room was a bit cold for a day in the middle of summer. It had rained all morning and had cleared up barely half an hour ago. Now, the sky was grey with thick, dark clouds, and the streets ran thick with muddy slush. A mildew-y, mold smell hung in the air.
Most countries were quietly rubbing their arms to warm themselves, having worn light clothing to today’s meeting. Others with more hindsight hadn’t the need. Everyone sat in their usual spot at the lengthy table, twiddling thumbs and scribbling in papers until the meeting began.
The meeting started with England voicing his concerns on an actually important matter, only to have his words cut off by America, who preached something about him “saving the day” and “being the hero”. When France stood up to oppose England’s opinions, the two started a fist fight. Heavy sighs came from most of the nations as the meeting rap
RoChu .:. Secret
Upon stepping into America’s apartment, Russia was blinded by lights that clashed harshly with the darkness of night outside and the dimness of the building’s hallway lighting. America and Canada were currently visiting Europe for their birthdays. Canada had wanted to spend July 1st with his “papa”, and America decided to throw a huge party at their apartment for his birthday on the 4th.
So, with the French apartment room all dressed in red, white, blue, stars, and stripes and every other guest already there, Russia found himself stepping into a crowded, overly-American themed party. The only things missing were grease filling the air and an overabundance of fireworks.
“This party kinda sucks!” Russia heard the American telling France as he entered the room. “It would be totally badass if there were like… five billion fireworks outside just waiting to be blown up! You don&
Japan x Sick!Reader .:. This Will Do
It was a rather cold day outside, but the warmth inside was something you could thank. You were freezing, it seemed, no matter how many blankets were wrapped around you. You could no longer breathe from your nose, and your stomach was in coils. Much to your disliking, you were sick.
Luckily, you had someone there who was taking care of you, and as you opened your eyes now at the quiet tip-tap of footsteps, you saw that "someone". Short, dark hair and deep brown eyes... you smiled at the sight of him. He placed the back of his hand to your forehead and frowned slightly.
"Your forehead's stirr warm..." he said quietly, mostly to himself. He left for a moment before he came back with a moistened washcloth that he placed upon your forehead. You released a light sigh at how refreshingly cool it was, considering that you were running a rather high temperature. You coughed twice into your hand before your smile turned to a frown that matched the one o
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