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    "C'est très belle, n'est pas ce?" Francis, your boyfriend, commented as he admired the park with the blooming trees and a sunset slowly sinking into the horizon. You had to admit that it was truly beautiful, even if it was just the city park. You could even here the bustling of cars and city life behind you, slowly moving along. A furious, rapid succession of honks blared through the air; another hasty taxi must have cut somebody off.    "I suppose," you replied to the french you've grown so accustomed to. Though you only knew few words, some phrases.. you just knew. Strange, indeed. "But wouldn't you say life is beautiful even in

You had glanced at your watch for the first time in years, and the glossy numbers caught your attention. 0002d 06h 12m 04s You nearly dropped everything and almost choked on the water you were drinking. Holy... and you were going to leave for vacation to Iceland tomorrow! You bolted downstairs and flew past your roommate, almost knocking her to the ground. "Gh! What the hell (Name)?!" She spat. "Not now, Michelle, I need to pack." Opening the closet proved a struggle because of the rusted hinges, but you managed to open it enough to retrieve the large suitcase. "I thought you were just going to Iceland for a few days?" Michelle questione

Heracles was basically on the run from you. Ever since you watched that movie 300, you were literally chasing him around screaming "THIS IS SPARTA" and attempting to kick him down the stairs, off a hill, into someone, etc.. He loved all of the great history and movie adaptations about great men of his country, but right now 300 was a movie he could go without. "Heracles, do you think this chase is madness?" He tensed up. His hiding place wasn't very good. Behind the couch. With a cat that wouldn't stop mewling. Mroww! Your attention was drawn to the couch. "Oh Heracles~" You creepily chimed out before peering over the couch to see a ter

“Hey, Heracles, what if Socrates never died?” You asked the greek; wide-eyed. “He probably wouldn’t have done much..” he yawned. “Yeah, but what if he did do something?” You pushed. “I-“ “Oh, what if Alexander the Great was never taught?” “Socrates never-“ “Oh I know,” you interrupted him. “But Ludwig says the art of war comes naturally so what if?” Heracles sighed. “Maybe he would be the same. Or better or worse..” “Yeah, but what do you think?” You persisted. “OH! And what if the Greeks and the Romans j

The room fell silent and very somber as Ludwig kneeled down to Blackie and pet his head. Blackie didn’t react at all. You lay a shoulder on the german’s shoulder. “Ludwig.. he was old..” You awkwardly comforted. “Ja, he was..” he agreed. Petting the dog once more. “I just hope he wasn’t in pain. I hope I gave him a good life.”   “I’m sure you did,” you said. “He was a happy dog.” You thought you heard the german sniffle a bit. It was heart wrenching.   “Ich liebe dich..” Ludwig whispered in the dog’s ear.   ~~~ “Why bury him under yo

Never had you ever met such a strange man as he.   You couldn’t forget the day you met him. ‘Australia is hot as hell.. but beautiful. You took in the beauty of the outback and breathed a sigh of relief. You had been working overtime lately, and an Aussie escape was just the thing you needed. You walked down the path, occasionally seeing bearded dragons trot across the path and sometimes heard the rattle of a familiar snake. You picked up your pace.   You stopped to catch your breath before you heard “Ciao, bella!” Snapping your head to the side; a man hung upside down in the tree, with— was that blood!?—

Ever so slightly, you would notice it on Belle. And it irritated you to no end, because you couldn’t just simply walk up to a girl and ask her to open her mouth wide.   So, what was this thing you noticed on your Belgian friend?   Fangs. Yes, fangs, as if she was a vampire. And thanks to numerous horror movies you watched with Alfred, you started noticing signs. First, she would stay in all day cooking her famous waffles. It was a thing she always did, but now she was doing it all day! She only went outside as well when it was dusk or nighttime to “run some errands.” More like suck people’s blood. Yep, let’s fa

i am sorry that i cannot pick up a paintbrush and paint the perfect picture of myself. i am sorry that i cannot help you even when you show no sadness, anger, or any emotion at all yet, when i reach out, my hand gets slapped and i am scolded with vile words along the lines of (but not limited to): can you do anything right? i don't have time quit your whining failure. no, rubbing a little dirt on it doesnt help and no, forgetting about it just gives time for the demon to grow no, it doesn't get rid of the problems. i am sorry that i cannot be an ace at school and make the perfect grades. yet, when i get a 99 you always ask: "wh

"You know, (Name), I'm glad you're living with us," Denmark said as he stroked your hair. "Oh, th-thanks?" You replied as you rose from your seat. You noticed he had been touchy-feeley pretty lately, and it began to freak you out. "(Name), why don't we-" "I'm not in the mood to go and do anything," you sheepishly smiled and walked out of your bedroom. You were walking down the hall when you heard a familiar voice. "Hey, (Name)." You turned to the voice. It was Iceland.. holding his puffin by the neck.. "H-hi, Icey." You greeted, eyeing Mr. Puffin. "So.. what's up?" It was then you noticed Iceland was holding something behind his back. "

"Are you sure this'll work?" Berwald asked. "Of course. One spritz of this on both of us and she'll always want to be around us." Lukas continued to mix the ingredients up in a bowl. Berwald watched tentatively, but stepped back when the mixture started sparkling and took on a bright purple color. It seemed to glow. Lukas and Berwald both loved (Name). Although, they still wanted to preserve their friendship.. so, they ultimately came to the decision to the childish conclusion: they'll just share you. Yet, sometimes you didn't want to be around either of them, and that hurt the two. So, they resorted to magic to help with their predicament