Yourpurplesocks

     Everything was black. There was nothing to be seen nor touched. Romano was just floating there, wondering where the hell he was. Last he knew, he was shoving that tomato bastard out of the way of an oncoming car then, nothing. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. What to do...What to do... he thought over and over.      "How about waking up?"      Huh? Where did that voice come from? Romano whipped his head around looking for the source of the voice to no avail. He sighed and crossed his arms again to go back to his thoughts.    "Hey, Romano,

Once the Spaniard named Antonio was gone, the Englishman Arthur wasted no time in making himself a cup of tea and settling down in his favourite armchair. He slowly drank his tea and congratulated himself on a spell well done. Arthur liked these calm serene moments and it was one of the few times he actually smiled. But his happiness was short lived when his assistant, Alfred, came running into the room shouting Arthur's name over and over. "ArthurArthurArthurArthurArthurArthurArthurArthurArthurArthur!" "What is it you git!?" the Englishman snapped at him. "I think something went wrong with the spell…" Alfred said. "What do you mean

It was Christmas morning in England and England himself was already up and about. He had a cup of tea in a rather festive tea cup and was sitting in his favourite armchair, enjoying some classical Christmas music. He had already given and received cards from all the people running his government and as per custom was given the day off. He didn't really have any presents to give anyone and nor did he really expect any from anyone else. Well... He did buy a present for one person, but he just didn't have the courage to give it. He sighed and continued sipping his tea when unexpectedly, someone knocked on his door. Wondering who it could be, En

"Hey! --------!" A clear high voice rang out from the grassy hill. Germany, who had been kneeling and staring at some wild flowers looked up and turned to see where the voice had come from. "--------!" Rang the voice again. He scanned the grassy field behind him and soon saw a small girl dressed in a light green dress with a bright clean apron running towards him. She stopped in front of him, her reddish-brown hair slightly messy from running and a small curl sticking out from the left side of her head. She smiled at Germany. "I'm so glad I found you, --------," she said happily. It was strange. He knew the girl was saying his name, but