DERPILYDERPILYDERPILYDOO!!!!1. Ukraine (Canadia's wife X3)
5. Sparky (Sparkx) the Eevee ((my B.F.F.L. ))
7. Dextreon (the one that's inspired from me ;w
1.) You wake up to 6 in your face.
Why, hurroo dere Sparks! -pokes face-
2.) 1 hugs you for no reason then runs away.
i wuv you too, dear ;w;
3.) 2 and 8 make you breakfast.
YUM!!!! ....... wait.......... :iconcharitynorn:........ what have you done to dis foodz....? D:
4.) 3 glomps you.
YOU NO GLOMP ME!!!! D:
Somewhere in the British Occupation Zone
It was raining. The kind of rain that made a person want to close themselves inside their home with a warm drink, a roaring fire and a good book. Sheets of rain poured down from the dark sky, with an endless splash as they fell onto puddles, or the crashing as it ran down into the sewers.
This was the night Canada was looking for. He knew no one would be around, no one would disturb him, no one would interrupt his plan.
This is what he wanted.
So Canada walked down the empty streets, his only protection from the rain being the long trench coat that covered him, and the wide brimmed fedora which sat on his head. Both were already thoroughly soaked by the time he reached the alley he was walking to.
He took a look at the storefronts that sat on both sides of the alleyway. A bookstore and a piano shop, just where he was told to go.
Canada slipped his hand into his pocket, and flipped the safety off of his Browning pistol. Slow
Memories of Battles Forgotten Warning: Contains violent descriptions
The dark night blankets his outpost. Beyond the hills he sees the dull orange hues of fires. He hears the sounds of screams cut off by the pops of distant gunshots. He stands helplessly, the only thing holding him back are his rules of engagement.
Sarajevo. The road outside the camp is smoking. Small bodies are torn apart and have been tossed around without care. A large crater is in the middle. The road is stained with blood. A tiny arm lay at his feet. It’s owner nowhere to be found. The tiny voices scream for help, for their parents, in sheer pain. Most of the bodies are silent.
The young woman sits up against a large piece of smashed concrete. Her school uniform is torn and bloody. She’s covered in cuts and bruises. Tears run down her face as she silently screams at the bloody and mutilated stump that was once her left leg.
The Croat stands in front of the farmhouse. A pair of bloodied panties sits on the man’s sh
Snow and Ice - Chapter 2Chapter 2
"A new servant?" he asked. His voice was soft a timid, sitting with his hands neatly on his lap. "But we already have five."
"I realize that Matthew, but things aren't getting done in time when they are needed," the mistress, Alice, stated as she sat across from her sons. Both had golden locks but while Matthew, the youngest son, had lighter locks, his older brother had darker. "I want to make sure everything is completely done. With an extra hand, the men can do more of the harder labor around here while the women do the house work."
"What's so wrong about that Mattie?" the older brother asked, blue eyes looking over at him with a smile plastered on his face. "It's not going to be that bad."
Matthew looked between his mother and brother before nodding in reply. His brother, Alfred, was rather spoiled in his opinion. His mother treated them well, but he always felt that having servants was wrong in some way. He knew his family was rich and that himself and hi
Snow and Ice - Chapter 1Chapter 1
A single kiss started the entire relationship.
She looked out the window of the small carriage that she was riding in. A small one that could barely hold her and the woman sitting across from her with a slightly stern look on her face, long blond locks flowing down the elder woman's thin figure.
"You should learn proper etiquette while you are here," the woman started as emerald green eyes looked over at her. Katyusha Braginskaya nodded, her large chest jiggling with the movement of her head. Her large tracts had gotten her into trouble over and over again, knocking over dishes and tipping bottles and glasses.
This was probably not going to be any different than her other jobs. Already she had gone through five others because of all her 'accidents' that her breasts caused her. She couldn't do much, never having had an ounce of education and the only skill she had was to work as a maid for the rich.
Sometimes those jobs had led to more than just a simple
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