Lover's SpatAuthor's note: Because my parents easily inspire me now, I decided to try and write a little drabble based off a little spat they had a few months ago. Canada's taken on my role here with America in my brother's. Most of these lines are the same my parents used during the spat, with some added stuff to make them seem more France and EnglandMore Like This
It was supposed to be a quiet night of watching television with his parents. That had been Matthews initial plan anyway. His brother was in his room playing a video game (as usual) and his two fathers were in the living room on opposite sides. He was in the middle, cuddling up with his bear and waiting for the commercials to stop.
Then a commercial on how to stop snoring came up and his father, Arthur, commented, You need that, Francis.
Quoi? the other man beside Matthew snarled. Pardonnez-moi?
Youre a horrible snorer.
Sacre bleu! I do not <i>
Family - EnglandFranceUSCanadaMore Like This
Author's note: I saw a pic at pixiv.net and it inspired me to write this fic about everyone's dysfunctional family 8D
He could hold the little one in his arms all day if he wanted. The large blue eyes staring back at him made him feel proud and loved, which was something he hadnt truly felt in a long time. He stroked the boys hair and kissed his forehead.
Ill always look after you, he whispered with a gentle smile. The boy smiled back and clung to his vest tightly.
Mon dieu, I must be seeing things. A familiar voice made him scowl and turn, only to come face to face with France, who was holding a tiny bundle in his arms.
Going crazy, are you? England sneered.
Non, I just have never seen you smile like that, the Frenchman stated with a grin and a cocked eyebrow.
Smile like what? He flushed angrily. How stupid of him to let France see him in a vulnerable state.
GermanyxReader -- GentleThe moon was a deep crimson, which in hindsight, should have been an obvious omen not to leave the City that night. However, I had been planning my departure for months and was too desperate to leave to pay astrological warnings any heed. The City was too dangerous to live in anymore, even in the short hours of greyish daylight, and there was no longer anything left for me there, not that I had much in the way of friends or family to begin with.More Like This
Just before leaving the tiny shack I called my home, I pierced my thumb with a dagger and let a tiny drop of blood fall onto the Night Stone. The small rock glowed red for a moment, before absorbing the blood and returning to its original black shade. Slipping the necklace over my head was like fitting into a new set of skin and I looked at my reflection in a dingy, cracked mirror. I saw my own face for a moment before it flickered and shifted into something that sort of looked like me, with much darker features. &