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Guardian Angel-UsUk"You know, I have been considering telling management that you need your Guardian Angel privileges revoked. What with all the shit you've put my arse through in the past hundred years." The scruffy headed angel said, leaning over the very injured young American he had pulled off the battlefield into a large, hollowed out tree. Scared baby blue eyes met irritated green and he wheezed.Guardian Angel-UsUk by *MaplePucks
"Not...now, Ig-gy. J-just help...me." The boy gasped, clutching the fresh musket wounds he had just received to his abdomen. He held them so tightly, the blood was running up and in between his fingers as he lie there shaking. The angel's gaze soften and he reached out to stroke the boys hair gently from his face.
"Aye, Alfred. You're a mess. Come on, love, let's get this off of you so I can get you as comfortable as I can." He said, beginning to remove Alfred's military uniform so that he could get to the wounds.
This wasn't exactly new for Guardian Angel Arthur Kirkland. His
Maiden Voyage- Pleasant DayApril 11th, 1912Maiden Voyage- Pleasant Day by *MaplePucks
The next day was spent getting used to being at sea. Once they left Ireland, the ship wouldnt see land again until they reached New York. That suited England just fine, a nice relaxing day was just what he needed. Of course the whole voyage was supposed to be relaxing, however, with Austria behaving the way he was, that was most likely not going to be the case. So England seized the opportunity to do some catching up as they sailed westward.
For England, he was particularly interested in catching up with Canada. Ever since the young boy had become independent, England had not seen him near as often as he would have liked. He had been hoping to see him a little while he had been on his European vacation but Canada had spent the entire time with France. Though England could hardly blame him for that, the two were just beginning to mend their very strained relationship. Honestly, though he would never admit this
Scarred-FrUkThe slamming of a door startled Arthur out of his book induced stupor. He sat up quickly, making said book slide off his chest into his lap, finally landing on the floor with a thump. The Englishman blinked in confusion looking around to see what the fuss could be about. This wasn't even his house, he was staying in America, on vacation to see the young nation. Still, a loud noise was cause for concern. He had almost worked himself out of the very comfortable recliner he had been lounging in when a disgruntled Alfred walked into the room, followed by an equally upset belligerent alien, Tony.Scarred-FrUk by *MaplePucks
Unfortunately, though Arthur was trying his best to listen and follow the boy's ravings, he was having no luck. The boy was just too worked up over something. He was waving his arms about madly, pacing back and forth in the spacious living room. All that Arthur was able to catch was that he was mad at some "playboy" who couldn't resist to the chance to "flirt wit
Little OneLittle America and EnglandLittle One by *MaplePucks
"Engwand?" Little America asked, looking up from the toys that he was playing with. Today it was a set of soldiers versus a set of Indians. America was favoring the Indian side to win his little make-believe war. The man in question never looked up from the book he was reading, sitting off to the side. He took a sip of tea, however, and then acknowledged the boy.
"Yes, America? What is it?" England responded. Although he let it sound like he was slightly annoyed by the interruption, he wasn't. He had barely been playing any mind to the book in front of him, choosing to focus on the sound of America's playing instead. It was intriguing and adorable. Although he had known the boy for a while now, he couldn't help letting his soft spot and fondness for America overwhelm him. America couldn't see it but he was smiling behind the book, at the impossibly adorable way the little boy said the older nations
Arreter le masquage - FrUKFrancis, this isn't funny anymore, and it never was.Arreter le masquage - FrUK by ~FluffyFlaaffy
It's been a year now. Come out from wherever you're hiding.
Where did you go? I miss you. I admit it. I even shout from the rooftops, sometimes. I'll scream your name to the Parisian night, hoping that you might appear from one of the stars, before smiling that god damned smile, holding me close and ruffling my hair. I even learnt how to say it in French for you. "Où êtes-vous, mon amour? S'il vous plaît revenir à moi. Je m'ennuie de toi, François." Right?
I go to sleep in an empty bed, and I wake up in an empty bed. My hands feel empty when you're not holding them. The vase is empty because I haven't put any roses from you in there. I hate all this emptiness. I look into the mirror and see an empty face. You never appear from behind me anymore to hold me close. Sometimes, after I take a shower and am clad in only a towel around my waist, I even elbow the air, blushing and mumbling "Get of