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Fanfiction for hikari_kaitouTitle: Foxtrots and Friulano
Warning: Mild slash, Fluff
Germany was used to playing many roles, as any nation must learn to do, and in his time he had learned to juggle all the duties he was expected to perform, but the task of attending functions that straddled the border between formal and social had always perplexed him. Banquets and state dinners had always been difficult for him to navigate and to this day he still felt a great deal of shame admitting this truth even to himself. If given a sword Germany could be a warrior, handed a pen he could be a bureaucrat, but stuffed in a tuxedo with a glass of champagne in hand and he was a lost soul adrift at sea.
The bright lights of the ballroom stung his eyes as Germany shifted awkwardly against the marble floor in his tight, polished shoes. From all around there were voices chatting politely, raising their tone just high enough to be heard above the gentle tinkering of glasse
Somewhere In Between - Ch 2Chapter 2
"So how's your week of wedding boot camp been so far?" America asked and from the weary sigh that greeted his ear, he felt certain that he could picture the haggard expression on Canada's face perfectly. No doubt it looked nearly identical to the one he was currently sporting himself.
"Tiring," Canada said at last, before adding "and humiliating."
"Couldn't be nearly as bad as what I've been dealing with," America groused as he gave one quick glance up and down the hall before grabbing the base of the phone and dragging it into the sitting room. He sighed as he dragged the long thin wire along the polished floor before depositing the cradle on top of a nearby end table. "I ran out of clothes like three days ago and France keeps trying to make me borrow his," he grumbled as he collapsed into the arms of a leather chair. "It's kinda creepy. Like he wants to dress me up like him or something."
"Well considering the alternative..." Canada began and America could hear the c
The Invincibles: Chapter 11Chapter 11 The Past vs The Future
"What a mess you people make," Roderich huffed, sporting his usual perturbed demeanor as he sat with his arms and legs tightly crossed and his back rail straight. He was currently hard at work glaring the two seasoned Supers down and it was strange that a man without a single super powered bone in his body could make beings such as them feel like mere children. "Do you have any idea how much damage you caused? The paper work alone will cost us a fortune!"
"Well it's not as if it was our fault," Invincible countered. He turned to Élastique for support, but found that he was currently busy using the limousine's phone to check the messages on his voicemail box. Clearly Invincible would have to square off with Roderich alone. "Red Sickle's the loon who released the robot on the city. We were just doing our duty by stopping the thing!"
"Yes well," Roderich began, but stopped himself midsentence. His demeanor softened momentarily as he shifted
Somewhere In Between - Ch 1Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: America, Canada, France/England
Warning: AU, Slash, implied past Mpreg, Human & Country Names
Summary: America finds himself struggling to come to terms with his relationship with France. (Sequel to Wonderful Complications)
America met Canada at the airport, although he hadn't exactly been planning to do so. The flight over was long and tiring and his head had been in such a fog that, after grabbing his luggage and shambling off of the plane, America had collapsed into the nearest chair and zoned out for some time. It was there that Canada had found him and the two brothers soon hailed a cab together and made their way to England's apartment in the city.
It was strange to be in London again. His last trip here had been an eventful visit to say the least and America honestly hadn't been planning on returning any t
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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