To the Royalty of Spades- chapter 1More Like This
note: USUK and slight cursing
A meeting with the stubborn Queen
A faint tick of a clock and a thin tune of a music box echoed softly through the large corridors of the royal hall. It was past midnight and it was rather odd that someone was still awake during this time of night. Probably someone left the music box open but that wasn't the case since a certain large room still had light seeping through the door's slim openings.
"Bloody insomnia " muttered a blonde haired man who had his head buried under his crossed arms. His hair was rather messy and flew in different directions. An expensive looking coat hugged his slim body with the color of indigo, white sleeves peeking from the edge of his cuffs. A small hat rested near the right side of his table. He looked so stressed out, judging from his uneven breathing and his hair.
"I will never be able to perform well if this bloody insomnia won't bugger off " the man huffed as he straightened himself and brushed off t
GerIta - Storm"V-ve! Germany~!!!" Italy flinched as another flash of lightning illuminated the room through his curtained window. Another second passed and the deep roll of thunder was heard around the house. Italy whimpered and called out again. Usually by this time he would have sprung out of bed and rushed to Germany's room. Except Germany had asked Italy not to disturb him because he was working and he was too frightened to move.More Like This
Again the clouds roared and grumbled angrily.
Italy squeezed his eyes tightly shut and retreated back under the covers, clamping his hands over his ears. He continued to whimper as the rain beat down on the windows, wind picking up to whistle in through tiny cracks and shake the panes. Tears streamed down the small Italian's face. No-one was here to help him.
Germany looked up from his work, sighing. At last he had finished the last of his paperwork. He had to admit, for once his brother's idea of listening to music had actually helped him work a little. He didn't
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England pulled his dark green jacket closer around him. He always hated going home this way, through Germany.
But it would take even longer to go through France (considering France wouldn’t let him go all that easily), so he was just going to have to hope he wasn’t spotted.
No such luck.
He heard the German before he saw him, his quick, steady footsteps in those big black boots he wore. England caught his breath and slipped into an ally, then pressed himself against the wall.
The footsteps slowed, and England could hear his soft breathing. He stayed stock still.
Ice blue eyes gleaming in the darkness.
England gasped and tried to pull away, but Germany grabbed him by the collar. ‘I knew you’d be around here somewhere,’ he said quietly.
They glared venomously at each other for a moment, and then Germany threw England against the wall. England leapt back up, snarling, and Germany took a hit in the face, but he didn’t seem affected
Cherries (usuk)"Hey, Alfred, would you like some cherries?" Arthur asked, looking over to his younger friend who was lounging on his couch. He took up the entire expanse of his rather large couch, normally earning a prick of irritation from the smaller man. He even had his nasty feet on the end. He rolled his eyes. The bowl of washed fruit fit snugly in his hands; he thought he'd ask if Alfred wanted any since he couldn't eat them all by himself. Alfred looked up from whatever it was he was doing on his phone, glancing at Arthur's green emeralds.More Like This
"Uh sure." He said, doing that thing he continuously would where he pretended to not really care whether he liked something or not, when he really did. It was slightly irritating to Arthur, but he usually ignored it. Arthur nodded curtly, walking over to the couch with the two different bowls: one with the cherries and one which was empty for the pits.
"Here," He sat down, not waiting for Alfred to move his feet, and placed the bowl with cherries on the