Katris-Everprior

Bored,bored,bored. That's what Alfred was and he needed some entertainment. He had tried to hang out with Kiku but he was too busy cleaning. He didn't want to hang out with Yao because Yao wasn't really fond of him. Ivan was way too creepy to hang out with. If he tried to hang out with Francis then he would probably just end up getting molested in the end. The only decent person to hang out with was Arthur. That is why Alfred was standing in front of Arthur's front door. "Yo Arthur!" Alfred yelled as he knocked on the door. Arthur, who was still in bed, groaned as he opened his eyes.  'Who the bloody hell would be knocking on my door so lo

"Hey, Liet?" "Yes, Poland?" A Lithuanian brunet turned around, setting his pen down on top a pile of paperwork. "Like, do you remember that locket I gave you when you were young?" "Of course I do. What about it?" Lithuania eyed the crossdressing Polish blond. "You totally still have it, right?" "Of course I do. I wear it all the time. I even wear it to bed. You of all people should know this, seeing as we — ...Well, ya know..." Lithuania's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Yeah, yeah, slept together, you can just like, say it, ya know, we're totally alone right now. ...I think. Anyway, like, I had a question about it." "Yes?"

Month 5 "~Ve! Doitsu! We need to get the baby's room ready!" Italy said one day in the middle of the night. Italy was just starting to round out. He was at the point where you could tell he was pregnant just by looking at him. Germany woke up confused and looked at the clock. It was 3 in the morning. He let out a sigh. "Italy, can this please vait until morning? I'd really rather try to sleep before I do any heavy lifting, or anything that may require me being fully avake." Germany asked, looking at the Italian. Italy looked at the half awake German. "~Ve. I guess. I'm hungry." Italy climbed out of bed and wandered out of the room. Ger

(This story takes place when America and Canada were kids)    One evening Britain was sitting in his dining hall with France, Prussia, Russia, and Austria. He was sipping at his teas discussing with them when suddenly America and Canada walked in. Both were dressed in their pajamas and slippers with tired expressions on their faces. Startled, England quickly addressed the situation, " What are you two doing up!? It's past your bedtime!" America crossed his arms. "I know dude, but we can't sleep." Canada nodded in agreement, rubbing one of his eyes and tightly holding his bear in the other. "Will you please tell us a bed time story?" he aske

      Everything had to be perfect. Matthew was running around the house making last minute adjustments. It did not help that he had a small polar bear, a dog and a kitten following after him. 'Okay I just need to make sure that the pancakes are---!' Matthew cut of mid sentence to regain his footing from tripping over the small white puppy that had plopped itself down in front of his foot as he paused to think. 'Mon Dieu Krieger, you could have killed me.' The puppy merely wagged his tail and yipped happily. Matthew rolled his eyes before glancing at the clock once more. 'Maple! I've got to hurry!' he exclaimed, this time tripping over the

'Gilbert I have to leave.' 'But Birdie you can't leave me!' Matthew rolled his eyes at the albino that was currently sprawled over him. He had sat down on the couch to put on his shoes and before he knew it the man was laying in his lap. Luckily for Gilbert Matthew always got ready early and preferred having ample time to leave. 'You don't want me to be late for work do you?' he asked toying with the feathery locks. Gilbert turned on his side, pressing his face into Matthew's shirt mumbling. 'What was that?' 'If you didn't have to go to work then I could spend all day with you,' Gilbert said again. He closed his eyes at the gentle feeling

Matthew stared down at his phone. He was truly dreading making such a phone call since of course Alfred had to be that overprotective older brother and freak out when he found out that Gilbert and Matthew were getting married. Matthew had already faced one phone call with Alfred and that had not gone well. Alfred had only made matters worse and Gilbert had hung up on him after he saw how distraught Matthew was. With a small sigh Matthew dialed the familiar Virginia number and wished that Gilbert had stayed in the room instead of going off somewhere else but he knew he had to talk with his brother. The rings seemed to echo in Matthew’s