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If there had ever been a time in which Nikolai thought he’d hit the highest point of his anger, then what he felt now was – at the very least – double that. “Hello?” “Ni-Nikolai? This is _-_____, I-I’m calling f-from the phone at w-work. Listen, N-Nikolai, I need you to call the police right now–” “Why? _____, are you alri–” “Just hurry, Nikolai! T-Tell them to go to my workplace, we-we’re having an emergency. Quick, th-they’re c-coming upstai– …” “Hello? _____!? _____!” A shiver ran through Nikolai’s body at th

WARNING: I swear in this. Get over it, the whole world swears all the time. As I once made an Italian say, “Swearing is good for the soul.” ~ “Ignorant fool!” “Prissy aristocrat!” “Filthy bitch!” “Black sheep!” “Anime freak!” “I take that as a compliment, stuck up bastard!” “At least I’m civilized, arse!” “Well, your language begs to differ!” “Guys, guys, calm down and listen to the hero’s awesome plan!” America interrupted you and England’s bickering. But both of you turned to him in a rage and

Ludwig was a cute sleeper. You’d give him that. With his peaceful expression and soft snores, he resembled a giant, huggable teddy bear; the fact that his hair was down didn’t help too much either, because it only seemed to add to the adorable look. Nonetheless, even if he did resemble a teddy bear, he definitely wasn’t acting like one – on the contrary, it was you who was acting like a teddy bear. “I’m so thirsty,” you whined pitifully, squirming around in Ludwig’s strong hold. “Lemme go, Luddy! Wake up! I wanna get some water!” The German didn’t even move, earning yet an

“Prussia,” (Name) said declaratively as she entered the living room with her hands on her hips. Her boyfriend didn’t look away from the television he was staring so intently at, a controller in hand and aliens being shot on the screen. “Mhm?” he hummed in reply after she called his name once again. He leaned closer to the television as he sat on the edge of the couch, wrapped up in the action. His girlfriend sighed and dropped her arms at her sides helplessly. “Gilbert,” (Name) whined, coming over to the back of the couch and wrapping her arms around Gilbert’s shoulders. “Cuddle me.&rdq