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Feliciano waved goodbye to all his new friends at the bus and jumped out of it. The trip to his house was frankly long, and there was still a walk between his comfy coach and him right now. Not to mention, that night a cold breeze was making him froze, oh!, and it was starting to snow too. However, Feliciano was mumbling a happy Christmas song, and he was impatient to see Ludwig’s face when he discovered the surprise Feliciano was preparing for him. The Italian bounced at the sound of his phone ringing. He stopped for a moment to take it and see the ID. Feliciano smiled. It was his brother, calling from Italy.
“Merry Christmas, fratello!”, he wished happily.
“Yeah, Merry stupid Christmas for you too”, the elder’s harsh voice answered.
“Don’t be so rude, Lovino! It’s Christmas!”
“I’ve bought you a present!”, Feliciano shouted eagerly, “When are you coming?”
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Francis was tired of crying. Sitting there, grabbing Joan’s hand and wondering when the tiredness would take him into a deep sleep, he could recall past Christmas. When he celebrated it with his best friends he would have never imagined he would end up like that, crying for a woman inside a dark hospital. Honestly, when he was younger he would laugh at married men, always making the same woman’s wishes come true. He seriously thought those men were stupid, didn’t they know how amazing was having a different woman each day?
“I was pathetic…”, he muttered to himself.
His gaze focused on Joan’s figure. The sweet French beauty, they called her. Her short blond hair shinned even if the sky was clouded, and her eyes told everybody they were magnificent. Francis and she had met during summer, in France. He was back at home to spend July in Paris, and she was taking pictures of the Eiffel Tower for a summer special of a little magazi
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Ema was sitting in her living room watching t.v. while eating her snackoos. "How's Ella?" Klavier asked her, "She's hungry but fine, and I'm fine thanks for asking!" Ema said. Klavier laughed as he join his wife on the couch. "Why are you watching the Pink Princess?" Klavier asked Ema. "Free country," Ema siad "Plus Ella likes it." Klavier just rolled his eyes which got him a playful punch in the arm by Ema. "Hey you know what today is?" Ema asked. "You tell me Fräulein." Klavier said, "I'm eight months now, one more month till Ella comes." Ema said happily. Klavier thought about this, one month and he would be a father, he would have a daughter to provide for. He also thought about something terrible, THE TEENAGE YEARS, THE BOYS UGH!!!!! Klavier couldn't handle that stuff but until then he thought it would be ok. "Hey you ok?" Ema asked taking him out of his thoughts. "Oh yes Ema I'm fine, I'm just wondering what she'll be like." It was sort of the truth and