Thief-in-darkness

  So Romano and you grew a bit closer bit by bit after that one day. But you couldn't shake off this odd feeling that there were more countries being personified like them.   You've heard Romano talk about someone named Germany...well, mainly it was him complaining about how bad of a person Germany seemed to be. And then he talked about his brother. So that mean you had an uncle that you had no clue about whatsoever.   Then you heard Spain talking about his two best friends-France and Prussia. Though you were almost afraid to meet them, hearing your daddy talk about very...interesting topics about them to say the least. Some

  You ran down the stairs, dashing past Romano who just muttered something inaudible to you and right into your padre's arms. He lifted you into the air, twirling you around a bit.   "It's too fucking early for this Spain..." He growled a bit as he went into the kitchen to make something to eat. "Too early..."   You had rarely spent any time with your mom alone. You were a three year old girl who solely depended on her own father. It was like whenever you got near Romano, he pushed you away. He never spoke to you. He was always nervous around you. It just wasn't fair.   Spain usually noticed this when you would look a b

Francis has been looking through stores everyday for the last few weeks looking for Christmas gift. Well one in particular. It was something that was wanted by collectors and fans alike, pokemon merchandise. He really couldn't understand the lure or the want for this shit but apparently it was so big that everyone and their mothers wanted something from the games. He found things for Alfred and Mathieu, that was the easiest part, no he had to get something extra special for his adoptive little girl _______________. He hated to admit but the kid grew on him, even without Mathieu being around. She reminded him a lot about how things were when h

Title is too fucking long, so it's going here >>>> ( I Kissed A Girl ) You loved your big brothers. Yes, they were overprotective and bat shit nuts in general, but you loved them all the same. The oldest, Berwald, you affectionately called Bear. He was the reason your tumblr room was on fleek. The second oldest, Matthias, well. He knew how to party. He was kinda stupid sometimes, but whatever. The middle child, Tino, taught you self defense and how to shoot a gun when you turned thirteen. He didn't want any boys besides him to even make eye contact with you. The fourth oldest, Lukas, was the one you were closest to. You told him

Classical music made a comeback after years of being dead. Now young people were getting more and more into classical music. Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, Chopin, all of the greats were being studied, listened to, and shared by the young people. This was all because of a musician who called himself the Mad Young Master. People used to call him the Brat Prince, but he said that wasn’t strong enough for him. He was brash, he was a bad boy, and he has single handedly made people fall in love with the classical genre all over again. However, it wasn’t without its problems. Students took to smashing their violins, demanding their music teac

WARNING; Swearing is involved - but its a 2P story, so I doubt many are surprised. Something brushed over your hands, something that felt light and soft… Grasping it, you pulled out the object, to revel a light pink scarf. It was cool to the touch and felt slightly like water. “Huh? Poland, is this you?” England asked. Poland’s eyes narrowed. “Like, no way. That’s made of, like, silk, and I soo don’t do silk. Makes my neck like really itchy.” He dismissed. “So, who’s…” “AHH! THE ADORABLE RAGAZZA IS-A MINE!” A white flash suddenly scooped your from Engl