The Dream Cafe, Lithuania x OC, Chapter ThreeI’m in a nightmare. Seriously, this must be a nightmare…
First, I lose my contacts. Then I walk home with aching feet. Next I am forced to wear a maid uniform. Now, I’m caught wearing this uniform by my longtime friend.
“What are you doing here, Crystal?” Toris asked me curiously, his blue eyes sparkling in anticipation.
“W-Well… I-I…” I stammer, not knowing what to say.
Caught by my cru- ahem, I mean friend in a maid outfit is an embarrassing situation, especially for someone who needs her jeans. I should have worn leggings…
Suddenly, Toris just giggles happily and says, “Don’t you worry, I won’t mind if you’re working as a maid.”
“What?!” I yelp, blushing even harder than before.
“All right, you two know each other already!” Mika cheerfully says. “So, Crystal, from now on Toris here will be your master. Isn’t this wonderful? You serve someon
The Dream Cafe, Lithuania x OC, Chapter FourNow that was actually the best first day of work ever. Not that I hated my old job, but this job is probably the best out there. I mean it. I just wished I met more employees…
Maybe I could meet that Eve Fernandez girl Mika told me about. From the sounds of it, she sounds likes she has anger issues…
Still, I digress.
I am seriously bored out of my mind! I mean, that is how I feel as I sit down on my favorite yellow beanbag couch thing at my home. It was one of the first gifts I got from Toris after graduating.
Yeah, it’s obvious I like him, right? Well, it’s my life! I fall for who I fall for, OK?!
I should probably clear my mind…
There is only one solution! No, I won’t watch Person of Interest again… I already saw all their episodes... Well, that is, all except for the newest one that is soon to come out in a few days. Poor John…
Again, I digress.
There’s only one solution
APH: Russia's so...One day while Russia was busy with work, the Baltics found themselves huddled around Estonia's laptop, surfing the Internet. On Estonia's Google homepage, the trio found a certain category of jokes...
"Yo' mama's so stupid, she brought a spoon to the Super Bowl," Estonia read out loud. The trio laughed.
"Read more!" Lithuania smiled. "These are taking my sad, dark depression away!"
Estonia nodded and continued to read more. "Yo' mama's so fat that when she sees a school bus full of white kids, she yells, 'Twinkie!'," he read. "Hey, that kind of sounds like Russia!"
"Actually, it sounds more like Mr. Americ--" Lithuania began.
"Shush, the author's trying to make a joke," Estonia shushed. "Anyway, Russia's so short that when he sneezes, he hits his face on the floor!" More laughter.
"Oh, I've got one!" Liet exclaimed. "Russia's so stupid because when he saw the sign that said 'Disney left', he turned around and went back home!"
Estonia added, "Russia's so fat, even America said 'D
You Scrub My Back - APH"Do you want me to do that for you, New Zealand?" the seemingly perpetually merry country asked.
"Ah, Italy... You wouldn't mind...helping me with this?" the other country returned nervously.
"Not at all! Please, allow me!" Italy insisted happily, gladly picking up where the other had left off.
Many of the other countries, whom were poised outside the bathroom door (shoving to get the closest to the door and straining to hear through the door), listened curiously, wondering and imagining what was going on within.
"Oh....oh....oh my...that feels gooood," New Zealand said, unable to help but groan the last past as Italy's hands worked.
"Does it?" Italy asked with a smile.
"It does! It does! So good!" New Zealand exclaimed, gasping between his words. He arched with pleasure, trying to angle himself so that Italy would tend more to certain areas.
"Do you want it lower? Higher?" Italy asked, understanding the meaning of the other country's movements but not the actual meaning behind said mo
Memories (France x Joan of Arc)He lay on the bed. Not making a move nor letting his mind wonder. He was very focused on the subject of this day. This sad day. Nothing would snap him out of this trance.
Francis Bonnefoy was a very outgoing man. He was not secluded and not afraid to speak.
Yet of course he was famous amongst the ladies. He would have one nightstands many nights. But he would never bring a girl home. No never. Not into this house. Not into this room. Most definitely not into this bed. Never.
Today he felt the light hit his face as he focused on her. Soon enough he fell asleep. Although he didn’t want to, sleep conquered his eyes.
“Come on Francis, Levez-vous.” She giggled. Her voice was sweet and lovely.
Francis grunted in return, he wanted to sleep longer. “Francis! Up, up, up!” The blonde haired girl demanded. Oh was she beautiful. Very lovely indeed. Her hair shun like gold as her eyes were the colour that of sapphires.
“Fine. Je sais, Je sais.” H